Fall Back, Fall Back
By Lee Krasner
Daylights Saving Time today. Most view it as an extra hour of sleep. I view it as an extra hour of night.
In my head it’s a rhythm, a mantra, a sick, squalid croon. It’s why the Legend and I have fallen into old habits–him coming around only when it suits him, never ushering me into his world. Me swallowing whatever crumbs he offers, blowing up badly when they become indigestible.
Fall back, fall back.
The light is more beautiful, also more precious. There’s so little of it, you see.
Yesterday I met with my eldest goddaughter on the Upper East Side. Both of us live in Brooklyn but make formal friendship dates while getting acquainted as adults. She is in her early 30s and I am in my late 40s, high time we learned to appreciate each other as peers. We met when I was a recent college graduate and she an elementary schooler, so our relationship has undergone serious growing pains over the years. Me relying too heavily on her preternaturally adult wisdom, doing her the same disservice done to me decades before. Continue Reading →
Crime + Punishment + Lobster Tails
Tonight I attended a screening of “Crime + Punishment,” Stephen Maing’s Sundance-winning doc about the NYPD’s illegal quotas system, under which officers are retaliated against if they don’t meet a certain number of summonses and arrests per month. I’ll be honest. The Tree of Life shootings already had me so down that I didn’t know if I’d make it through the night; as a Jew, a queer, a woman, and a fan of humanity-at-large, I’ve never felt more scared and sad about living under the shadow of a hate-speechifying president who proudly calls himself a nationalist. But something happened that I didn’t expect: I started to feel hope.
This film about a NYC-wide economy dependent on institutionalized racism focuses on the brave efforts of the NYPD12, a group of police whistleblowers who’ve filed a related class-action lawsuit; on the many NYC males of color, aged 14-21, who are targeted and brutalized by quotas; and on the families, activists, lawyers, and criminal investigators who support them. That these brave men and women still have the audacity to battle corruption when everything seems so relentlessly uphill reminds us that there always have been fucked-up power hierarchies, and we have no business giving up until they’re gone. In a profoundly moving Q&A at the Crosby Street Hotel screening attended by many of the doc’s key players, police sergeant Edwin Raymond spoke about how the struggles of the ancestors embolden him to fight today. “This is my turn,” he said calmly before going on to describe how he is being targeted within his department for speaking out on behalf of his community. In the face of evil, we all must serve 
as clear-hearted, clear-headed officers of love. Thank you, cousins from other mothers, for your example. And thank you, brilliant investigator and former cop Manuel Gomez, for providing us not only with your brilliant proposed legislative reform–go to his website for the details!–but for your delicious “lobster tail” pastries. Sweets to counter the bitterness is not just the Jewish way. It’s the way forward for us all.
Crime + Punishment is now streaming on Hulu.
Howl with the Hunter’s Moon
Tonight’s full moon, otherwise known as the hunter’s moon, is absolutely destabilizing, which is the opposite of what we expect from good-citizen, good-life Taurus, where it is taking place. That’s because this moon is conjunct game-changing Uranus while Venus, which rules Taurus, is still retrograde. In lay-lady’s terms, this means we’re being asked–nay, forced–to reassess our personal resources—what we have, what we can summon— and to increase our receptivity, which is what Venus is really about, especially to the divine resources of the universe. So it’s no surprise that today all my tarot readings contained the Empress, the High Priestess, and Nine of Pentacles, otherwise known as Venus in Virgo; powerful icons of radical receptivity, all three. In other words, it’s time for us to open our hearts, minds, wallets, and, dammit, legs lest the Good Mother do it herself. During this season’s major cosmic push and pull, I suggest saging, salt-bathing, majorly unplugging and, of course, scheduling a reading with me if you’re so inclined. Intuitive sessions are especially illuminating in this glow.