Ben Sen's Blog
- New York, N.Y.,
- December 31
- I'd rather be judged on the basis of my posts than anything written in my bio.
It's put down and gathered as a record of my experience and a response to what I see as the important issues in the world today. I don't pretend it's anything other than subjective.
The purpose is to analyze, interpret, express opinions, challenge the status quo, open a few doors, and entertain.
I heartily welcome ratings, comments and dialogue. That's what makes this media unique and valuable. It also keeps me honest and encouraged since I'm not getting paid. Take a risk and say something; it feels better.
A "conversation" is essential for the growth of the individual and the collective. I have faith it extends beyond the confines of what is said here.
"For it is necessary for awake people to be awake, or a breaking line may discourge us back to sleep, the signals we give--yes, no or maybe--should be clear: the darkness around us is deep."
From A RITUAL TO READ TO EACH OTHER by William Stafford
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- The Death Toll: Israel O,
July 14, 2014 06:02PM
- Defending the 12 Steps
March 25, 2014 04:41PM
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I worked for awhile at a famous old bar in New York City. I can't say the name and won't confirm it if you guess right. I still have friends who work there for the scumbag who owns the place.
While I was there the owner died, the last of a… Read full post »
The movie GET LOW won't win an Oscar. A year from now it will largely be forgotten by all but a few aficianados. It's what Hollywood calls a "small movie" about real people and how "we" live. It's box office draw won't put it in the top ten, twenty, or fifty for… Read full post »
I remember driving out to Brooklyn in the little yellow Ford Fiesta.
Something landed on the rear window and busted the glass. I heard of a shop under the highway that sells them used. I even had the new used glass installed and feel good about it.
It's the years when my da… Read full post »
Let's see if I have the facts straight: a woman hired as a "correspondent" by the Daily Show gives an interview for the website Jezebel.com. The actress Olivia Munn is said to describe the show as "a boys club where women's contributions are often ignored and dismissed." (That's a q… Read full post »
Walter Cronkite had a series on Sunday called: "A World at War," if I remember correctly. I'd watch it with my dad, but occasionally slip downstairs to watch it with my grandfather.
Gramps lay totally supine on his "divan" his head in a cloud of blue pipe smoke watching the twelve… Read full post »
Life is just a bowl of cherries, don't take it serious, it's too delirious
Jimmy Durante, as often sung by my mother
When dad died, mother retired six months later and moved into their summer house in Northwestern Michigan, about 50ty miles South of the Upper Penninsula. The plan had been… Read full post »
David Bromwich is Sterling Professor of English at Yale University. He's written many books of literary criticism and writes often for publications such as THE NEW YORK REVIEW OF BOOKS and the LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS on political topics. The following blog is based on his article in the Ma… Read full post »
I saw them that day
the three sisters from Old Detroit
just as it was on a cold morning on their way to school.
We were in Florida for Easter
walking in line down the sidewalk on the way to the family dinner.
The three of them shoulder to shoulder again… Read full post »
I was born in the "first wave," of boomers--the same year the boys started to get off the boats after the big war. Dad was a vet, a bona fide member of the "greatest generation." While he didn't see combat, he served with honor. That was the primary credential. Nobody knew… Read full post »
The response of the Obama administration following the confrontation with Vice President Biden during his first trip to Israel was not a fluke.
Neither was the testimony by General David H. Petraeus linking events in the Middle East with the "hostile environment" met by the US around the world.&… Read full post »
My father had a younger brother I'll call Al. His actual name was much more distinctive, but I'll leave it at that.
Al was an anomaly in the family. He was tall, maybe six two or three. My dad was maybe five-six. Nobody knew where the gene came from--in those days most… Read full post »
When I was a boy during the fierce Michigan winters, I looked out my bedroom window when I got up at seven. The window glass was covered in frost, but I could see below the empty rectangular space in the snow where my grandparents parked their car. They'd left for… Read full post »
If anybody thinks Netanyahu didn't know or at least suspect members of his coalition were going to start building the settlements in East Jerusalem, or if those who gave the orders didn't do so purposely at the time of Biden's visit, they haven't been paying attention to Israel for a long t… Read full post »
I had a stop over yesterday at the airport in Atlanta and remember it was the first airport I ever flew into. It was with my aunt Barbara, herself a flight attendant, on a trip to Miami over fifty years ago. I recall seeing a sign on a bathroom door "Colored… Read full post »
I heard last week with considerable pleasure that Camille Paglia was "gone" from Salon.com. I'd followed Ms. Paglia closely during the Presidential campaign with some initial agreement, then confusion, disbelief, repugnance, and eventually complete disinterest.
Alas, I learned earlier this week… Read full post »
What you love well remains, the rest is dross. E. Pound
You never heard of him, probably, unless you're a writer and had the good fortune.
I met Ken in a Little Red School House at the bottom of a hill on the campus of Western Michigan University. Ken brought in a… Read full post »
Rain in New York City
(Not a Weather Report)
I remember the rain the first time--vaguely. During the months after we arrived from Kalamazoo. The days fast and full, so much to see and learn, so little time to ourselves.
That morning, the windows didn't light up on East 6th Street. … Read full post »
I spent more time than usual reading and watching the news this weekend on the fallout from Obama's decision to escalate in Afghanistan.
I found it appalling. Even Frank Rich was a disappointment. It seems to happen this way once they start looking to the Generals and ex-generals for inpu… Read full post »
That's what the decision in Afghanistan amounts to.
If he didn't make it "his war," and pulled out the troops quickly and two weeks later there was a suicide bombing at a schoolhouse in Kentucky his presidency would be over, all that he is attempting to accomplish would be thrown in… Read full post »
My grandparents grew up on farms in Southern Michigan, near the Ohio border.
Their parents, grandparents, and great grandparents were "muck" farmers who grew celery in what was then called the "celery belt." There is a family legend some ancestors took up arms to help determine the Michiga… Read full post »
It is one thing, Rep. Kennedy, if you believe the Catholic Church has the right to determine whether an individual can decide to have an abortion, or whether you think the individual themselves has that right. It is also one thing if you so believe in the institution that you cannot j… Read full post »
Consider all the leaders you trust failing you. The people you care about forgetting you. The memories that give you strength turning out to be fabrications invented to protect you from the truth.
Say you are depressed and disillusioned at the way things are going?
What if the maxims you'… Read full post »
Open your mouth, take in all the air you can. Hold it in until it wants to go out.
Feel your chest rise and fall--more than once. It is all chests as they rise and fall.
Stretch your arms, legs and abdomen slowly, imperfectly. Get 'em out there in the light. … Read full post »
My mother's father lost everything in the great depression.
He was an immigrant from a small village in Abruzzi, Italy, who became a pharmacist in Detroit and owned a string of pharmacies. He did very well, owning an eight bedroom house on Boston Blvd., which was then one of the most… Read full post »
"What we are unconscious of shows up in our life as fate." C.G. Jung
Dad knew what he was supposed to believe and thought he understood what everybody else was supposed to believe too.
His job was to work hard and support the family the woman he married gave him. He had li… Read full post »