Wednesday, July 8, 2015

I rebuilt houses in the Garden State after 9/11.

A kitchen wall fell by sledgehammer and trees were revealed beyond the backyard.

House became stage with the invisible fourth wall gone.

The woods are lovely but I have miles to go before I sleep, I whispered as if in a dream the words of Robert Frost. Will anyone hear the sound of his poetry in the forest of words? Are We, The People all on the same page?

I left the sledgehammer behind on a break and went deep into the mystery of the woods. I climbed up the side of a steep hill to a rock plateau. I stood up in the heights and saw an army of tall trees as the sun fell to Earth in shades of autumn gold.  

There was no sense of year, month and date of day. It was any moment in any century. I traveled without movement as the boy I was had done before by words in books.

Wish you were here.

Welcome to the stories of our lives.

Welcome The Public Library.


Copyrighted 2015 By Daniel Angel Aponte

Saturday, April 4, 2015

CBS Eye: Have a dream








This picture of imaginative children with their homemade ads for their hometown was taken in front of The Hunt’s Point Public Library, a mansion for the Richie Riches in The South Bronx of America and beyond its borders thanks to Cyber Space.

 

This scene puts me back in a classroom at New York University.

 

On the first day of school, I was given homework to create a tour book to draw tourists to a town far removed from luxury hotels for millionaires and billionaires.

 

International students were asked to stand up to briefly highlight tourist attractions.

 

Everybody applauded for everybody but not for me, a recovering applause addict

 

What can I highlight about The South Bronx?

 

I had a marketing problem.

 

One wealthy well-traveled classmate looked at me and moved to another chair far, far away. He practically went back to Switzerland and locked himself in a bank vault before I went Bourne Identity on his arrogant ass. Better yet, call me The Bronx Identity.

 

It’s hard for anyone to believe my report on a teacher that went pale face like a ghost and her students that stared like I was dead man walking the last mile in a Chinese prison. 

 

I locked myself in the computer room to burn the midnight oil for answers.

 

I love life more when the odds of a mission are impossible to overcome.

 

I have insanely great ideas because I’m crazy. Don’t mess with me.

 

These are the stories of our lives at The Public Library.

 

And we’re always working to get a better life for all.

 

Reading this means you’re on the same page

 

Now we make movie. That’s the answer.

 

Everybody happy.

 

Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of Public School 161

 

An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in a coalmine

 

Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here To Eternity

 

LLAP





 

 

Photos by David Flores of The Hunt’s Point Express

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Is The American Dream Far From Peace On Earth And Goodwill To All?

















We had a normal life made extraordinary by dreams born under Californian sun.

This picture is one of The Perfect Shots of our lives.

This is our future in the past

This our family home

Forever in love

For my little Super Girl who believed I could fly

How can I let her down?

Everybody happy

Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of Public School 161

An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in a coalmine

Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Graffiti from Here To Eternity

LLAP