Martin Cohen was born in the South Bronx somewhere on Simpson Street, went to a Yeshiva on East Broadway and Canal Street, and then lived in the South of Brooklyn, the South of Long Island, The Southern Tier of Upstate New York, The South of Manhattan, and finally South Jersey in Egg Harbor.
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intriguing, martin, time travel gateway…
past, present, and future… all at once
I feel I understand this. Time seems to change at different times in our lives. Madeleine L’Engle comes to mind, e.g., A WRINKLE IN TIME.
Her nonfiction works as well…thanks.
ellen, allow me to reflect, first.
time, the “system” of those relations which any event has to any other in what we call one’s past, present and future.
again, allow me to ask a question…
“if perchance the earth didn’t revolve, what would be our measurement of time…”
yes, the stage has been set.
here’s some food for thought, from one’s birth to one’s death, all in all, it was merely one long day…
the sunrise, the dawn, being one’s birth, while the dusk, the sunset, to be represented by one’s death.
how can one, mankind, who is finite, truly and accurately understand the infinite, or that to us which appears to be endless…
time…endless
mankind…of a duration, as norman said, “brevity”.
mankind has been tied to a tempo.
yet if one looks within one’s self, it is a count down…
intriguing, martin, time travel gateway…
past, present, and future… all at once
Beautiful. =)It reminds me a lot about the past. it cathces glimpses of memories from the old photo of his father….
I feel I understand this. Time seems to change at different times in our lives. Madeleine L’Engle comes to mind, e.g., A WRINKLE IN TIME.
Her nonfiction works as well…thanks.
Beautiful!
ellen, allow me to reflect, first.
time, the “system” of those relations which any event has to any other in what we call one’s past, present and future.
again, allow me to ask a question…
“if perchance the earth didn’t revolve, what would be our measurement of time…”
yes, the stage has been set.
here’s some food for thought, from one’s birth to one’s death, all in all, it was merely one long day…
the sunrise, the dawn, being one’s birth, while the dusk, the sunset, to be represented by one’s death.
how can one, mankind, who is finite, truly and accurately understand the infinite, or that to us which appears to be endless…
time…endless
mankind…of a duration, as norman said, “brevity”.
mankind has been tied to a tempo.
yet if one looks within one’s self, it is a count down…
nothern wind
even thoughts got it-
strong accent
grabbing my heart —
everything’s smaller
around the old homestead
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busy terminal –
she’s suppose
to resemble her mother