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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
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