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POEM: the Jewish girls are running

the Jewish girls are running

the Jewish girls are running
long black skirts
fanning out behind them
long dark pony tails
flapping against their
understated sweaters
they’re laughing, these
anachronistic young women
speaking Hebrew
shouting to one another
in voices they’ll soon lose

not far away, their future selves
are pushing strollers
filled with the next generation
mothers with perfect wigs
under knit hats, wearing
the same skirts and sweaters
with some allowance
for the changes of childbirth
they are beautiful
resigned, sad, dutiful
born into a life sentence
with no chance of parole

or so imagines the atheist
who finds it all a bit ridiculous
from his lofty perch
sitting all alone with
a copy of The Stranger
at a concrete chess table
in the park

18 April 2012
Brooklyn NY

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It’s National Poetry Writing Month! A poem a day, each day in April.

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Welcome to fievel42.com!

Hi there! Thanks for visiting fievel42.com. This post is always at the top of the site to help you find your way around.

This is primarily a poetry blog. You can scroll down for my latest poems, or select the My Poetry category to get ’em all. Most of my poems have audio recordings, too, so you can hear as well as read them.

If you’d like a larger selection of performed poetry, please visit the Recorded Readings page, where you’ll find a collection of my featured readings from the past couple years.

Foothills Publishing was kind enough to publish my first book of poems in 2010, Unexpected Sunlight. Get your copy in the store. Makes a great gift, too, particularly for someone of whom you’re not all that fond.

Over on the top right of this page is a navigation menu. Farther down on the right side is a list of categories. Both of these menus will help you find specific content on the site.

I’m quite active on Twitter. You can follow me at @jasondcrane. And you’re always welcome to email me at jason@fievel42.com.

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POEM: Hanabi

Hanabi

I’m beginning to suspect New York isn’t real
walking the High Line under a full moon
fireworks booming off the Battery

“people” stop in every shadow
kissing, clinging
breathing each other in

along the way is a hotel with no curtains
where lovers young and old put on a show
for the second-story handholders

I can’t help laughing, struggling
to suspend my disbelief that such a place
(such a night) could exist

in the Hudson are the half-submerged pilings
of long-dead piers, incomplete stories
washed away by the water

we are writing our own story
inscribing it under the full moon
while the fireworks light the Battery sky

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Wow! The LA Times names me one of 25 to follow on Twitter

Thank you to the LA Times’ Culture Monster column for naming me as one of 25 arts & culture people to follow on Twitter.

Three things that make me feel (slightly) patriotic


The US Men’s National Soccer Team. (Nothing against the women’s team at all, it’s just that my family and I have followed the men’s team for years and have built up an emotional connection to the team.)


The Four Freedoms Room at the Normal Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, MA. This might be as close as I get to a sacred space.


Dan Aykroyd’s speech during “Green Onions” from the Blues Brothers’ Made In America: Listen to “Green Onions” (mp3)

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Some thoughts on hugging

I’ve always been a fan of hugging. I grew up in a demonstrative family and then lucked out in high school, finding a small group of cool friends who weren’t afraid to be physically affectionate. Everybody hugged everybody, regardless of gender or orientation.

The older I got, the less hugging factored into my interactions. I still hugged people sometimes, but I found that many people were uncomfortable with it — particularly other men — so I did it less and less. I remember having a conversation with a friend in Rochester about how little physical affection people show to one another on a daily basis in the U.S. We had both lived in other countries and experienced very different attitudes toward physical intimacy. Even in Japan, with what most outsiders would consider a very formal culture, it was common to see men, particularly of my generation, with their arms around one another and touching one another without being self-conscious about it.

Over the past couple years I’ve tried to put more frequent hugging back in my repertoire and have discovered a number of fairly standard reactions.

1. Good hugs

Some folks just get it. They put their arms around you and give you a strong — but not crushing — embrace that doesn’t involve back-patting or awkward chuckling. Those hugs make the world seem like a pretty good place, and, for me at least, give me a real sense of well-being, respect and love.

2. Molecular hugs

These are the hugs where one person is really giving a hug and the other person is trying to touch as few molecules of the hugger’s body as possible. These hugs seem to be motivated by a belief that hugging is what is socially required (particularly in certain political/activist/liberal/progressive circles, I’ve noticed) juxtaposed against the person’s strong desire to not be hugged. The weird thing about these hugs is that it’s most often the person who doesn’t want to be physically affectionate who initiates the hug. Again, I think as a sort of expected social interaction.

3. Burping-the-baby hugs

Apparently some people can only equate hugging with burping a baby. That’s the only explanation I can come up with for those hugs that involve lots of back-patting. Unless I’ve just told you that I’m feeling bloated and I ask for your help, I don’t need to be patted. Like the molecular hug, this always has the feel of obligation attached to it rather than a true desire for connection.

4. Guy-on-guy hugs

When these are done right (a la #1 above) they’re a rare and wonderful affirmation of shared humanity. Most of the time, though, they’re either the one-hand-clasped-half-hug or the awkward-chuckle hug. It’s 2011 and there are still many men who are completely shocked by the idea of receiving a hug from another man.

5. Surprise hugs

These are a subtle variation of #1 above. For me, receiving a hug from someone when you didn’t expect that level of connection is a wonderful surprise. I find this happens most often in my work as an interviewer. I always shake hands with the artists I interview when I first arrive and that’s usually what happens at the end, too. But every once in a while the guest will give me a hug at the end, which feels great because it means we’ve made a real connection during the interview. These hugs always make my day. Once in a while, I mess them up.

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So there’s my list. Not comprehensive, I’m sure. And you may have your own take on why some of these hugs happen. If so, feel free to share them in the comments. Then go hug somebody!

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Joy

I’ve been spending a lot of time recently thinking about joy.

Today, for example, I was coming back from a jazz interview in Chinatown, listening to a mix of classic Stevie Wonder tunes from the 70s. I was on a subway platform walking from one train to the next with “Please Don’t Go” in my ears. It got to that part where Stevie goes into the chorus for the final time. The backing vocals kick in holding out long “aaahs” and the song modulates up a step. The feeling of happiness — of pure joy — was so intense that I could feel it in my stomach and I got that feeling around the eyes that you get when you’re almost-but-not-quite crying. I was in love with everyone and imagined they were all in love with me. I’m sure I had a huge smile on my face and I was dancing just a little while trying not to look like a nut. Probably trying and failing.

That feeling — an almost unbearable joy — happens most often for me with music, but it happens at other times, too. These days I’m focused on it because, to the external observer, my life offers few reasons to be joyous. I’m unemployed. I’m sleeping on my parents’ couch. My wife and I separating. Amicably, but it’s still a huge change after 15 years of marriage. My kids live in another state and it’s not clear when we’ll all live near one another again.

Those circumstances present two problems. One issue is that they’re not conditions that lend themselves to feelings of happiness. By most objective measures of success, my life is a bit of a shambles, in the same way the Titanic was “a bit of a disaster.” In fact, a few months ago my mom likened being my mother to being on a cruise ship during a huge storm. (OK, she actually said “during a tsunami,” but that’s a very charged word right now, particularly given my family ties to Japan.) Finding moments of happiness, or a path toward sustained happiness, is quite a challenge these days. Or at least it ought to be.

However — and this is the other issue — I’m actually happy a lot of the time. I love being in New York. I love talking with all the musicians I interview. I’m thrilled to be closer to many of my friends (although saddened to be farther from a few of them). I’m doing interesting things every day, in addition to writing a million cover letters and living off the state/parents dole. I’m excited about the personal transformation I’m going through and the possibilities it presents for love and fulfillment and growth. And I often wonder whether it’s OK to be feeling this way at all.

I don’t know if it’s because of youthful religious conditioning, or the effects of chronic and lifelong depression, or the way many of us in this country are conditioned to think, or some combination of all three, but I have a hard time accepting happiness. Actually being happy. When I’m walking down the subway platform and feeling so much joy that I want to start hugging strangers, there’s always that little voice in the back of my head warning me again these feelings of happiness. How can I be happy when I don’t have a job? When I’m not providing any material assistance to my kids, with whom I’m not even living?

There’s no easy answer. But I guess what I’ve come up with is that I’d rather find and hold onto these moments of joy than give in to the moments of despair. I’d rather be optimistic about the future. I’d rather work on becoming a happy, healthy, fulfilled and loving person — the kind of person I want my kids to have for a dad. Maybe I’m letting myself off the hook and maybe some of you reading this think I’ve got no right to be happy. But I’ve been keeping myself on a hook for years and years, and I’m ready to try something different.

So today I danced on a subway platform to Stevie Wonder. And tomorrow I hope to do the same thing.

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10 Things, Day Ten: One confession (final day!)

The wonderful musician Jill Knapp posted this on her LiveJournal blog and I really dug the idea. This is day nine. Links to the previous entries are at the bottom of this post.

Day Ten: One confession

1. Although I love jazz, it isn’t my favorite kind of music.

Day One: Ten Things You Want To Say To Ten Different People Right Now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four things you want in a romantic partner
Day Eight: Three of your favorite possessions
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life or yourself right now
Day Ten: One confession

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10 Things, Day Nine: Two images that describe your life or yourself right now

The wonderful musician Jill Knapp posted this on her LiveJournal blog and I really dug the idea. This is day nine. Links to the previous entries are at the bottom of this post.

Day Nine: Two images that describe your life or yourself right now

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Day One: Ten Things You Want To Say To Ten Different People Right Now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four things you want in a romantic partner
Day Eight: Three of your favorite possessions
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life or yourself right now
Day Ten: One confession

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10 Things, Day Eight: Three of your favorite possessions

The wonderful musician Jill Knapp posted this on her LiveJournal blog and I really dug the idea. This is day eight. Links to the previous entries are at the bottom of this post.

Day Eight: Three of your favorite possessions

1. My grandpa’s “Purple Moon” painting

2. The last remaining section of the wallpaper mural that hung in every home my grandparents lived in for more than 50 years. It depicts what looks like a Parisian scene along a river.

3. A framed drawing made by my friend Hisae Higuchi that says “Much Love / Many Kisses / Many Dreams / Many Smiles / Much Jazz” in English and Japanese.

Day One: Ten Things You Want To Say To Ten Different People Right Now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four things you want in a romantic partner
Day Eight: Three of your favorite possessions
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life or yourself right now
Day Ten: One confession

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10 Things, Day Seven: Four things you want in a romantic partner

The wonderful musician Jill Knapp posted this on her LiveJournal blog and I really dug the idea. This is day seven. Links to the previous entries are at the bottom of this post.

Day Seven: Four things you want in a romantic partner

1. Spontaneity. Someone who might come into the room and kiss me for no reason at all. And who would enjoy that in return.

2. Gentleness. Someone who enjoys a tender touch, both as the giver and the receiver.

3. Independence. Someone with a full and happy life, and with some interests and passions and connections that are different from mine.

4. Attachment. The corollary to #3. Different than dependence. Someone who is happy when I’m around and would like to spend time with me.

Day One: Ten Things You Want To Say To Ten Different People Right Now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four things you want in a romantic partner
Day Eight: Three of your favorite possessions
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life or yourself right now
Day Ten: One confession

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