Picture: The Great Falls

 

The Passaic River is

interrupted

on its journey to the sea by

Little Falls

then

Great Falls

in Paterson, New Jersey

that inspire poets,

lovers and photographers.

My screen shows

a couple on the bridge

we all pause

a moment –

 

I allow the water

to move them

ever so slightly,

then take the picture.

 

 

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Man o’ War

man of war

A Portuguese man o’ war that washed up at Island Beach State Park June 28, 2015. (Credit: Kevin Knutsen/New Jersey Jellyspotters/Facebook)

 

Portuguese man o’ war, floating terror, bluebottle,

with venomous tentacles delivering a painful sting.

Not common jellyfish, not single multicellular organism.

A colony of specialized minute individuals attached.

Well-armed surface sailor incapable of independent survival.

 


Here is a bit of background to accompany today’s little ronka poem. I was inspired by news reports of man o’ wars appearing in the ocean off New Jersey recently.

The name “man o’ war” comes from the man-of-war, an 18th-century armed sailing ship, which this creature resembles if you see a Portuguese version at full sail. Like a well-armed ship, they pack a punch with a sting that can last for about an hour after a human comes into contact with the marine cnidarian. People who are allergic to the species’ venom often need to be hospitalized.

Their appearance off NJ can be blamed on the Gulf Stream which took a sizable population of them that with a few days of strong northeasterly winds, pushed them on shore in New Jersey. A rare but not unheard of visitation.

Getting Naked For William Carlos Williams

Seeing the exit sign for Paterson, NJ

she said in her deep smoker voice,

Dr. Williams. I wanted to take off

my clothes and lie down in front

of him.”  Doctor and poet. Examination time.

Carolyn Kizer

This anecdote was posted by the poet Mark Doty on his blog about a comment made while driving to a poetry reading with Carolyn Kizer. Kizer died this month.

Mary Had a Little Lamb

The Wizard of Menlo Park, New Jersey,

from telegraph to telephone to gramophone,

thinking he could record the human voice.

Stylus-made impressions on strips of paraffin paper.

Letters (gramma) given a new voice (phone).

 

Edison_and_phonograph

Thomas Edison with his second phonograph, photographed by Mathew Brady in Washington, April 1878 (LOC)

“Edison immediately tested the machine by speaking the nursery rhyme into the mouthpiece, ‘Mary had a little lamb.’ To his amazement, the machine played his words back to him.”  from a History of the Edison Cylinder Phonograph from the Library of Congress

Wiffle Ball

In summer Jersey streets and narrow driveways

not urban enough for stickball, we played

kickball, freeze tag, dodgeball and wiffle ball.

I whiffed in many at-bats, happy strikeouts,

yellow plastic bat to curveballs, sinkers, risers.

 

wiffle ball