Showing posts with label September 11. Show all posts
Showing posts with label September 11. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

9/11 Countdown Begins

This magazine cover awaited me at the office this morning. After an earthquake and a hurricane, an anniversary doesn't seem as threatening.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

St. Nick @ Ground Zero

The chilly St. Nicholas Feastday vespers at Ground Zero in Manhattan on December 5, 2010. I hid under my scarf, but the cameraman found me. Note the melted bell and waterlogged book and icon.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

9/11 & Infinity

The names of the dead were read again today, a sunny one just like September 11, 2001 in Manhattan. Many children read names this time, including a boy, barely old enough to remember that fateful day, who simply said, "Me and my bro' miss you, Daddy." Mayor Michael Bloomberg concluded with a poem by Dana Gioia apropos for everyone, especially those who can't heal and those fighting the wrong battles.

Whoever you are: step out of doors tonight,
Out of the room that lets you feel secure.
Infinity is open to your sight.
Whoever you are.
With eyes that have forgotten how to see
From viewing things already too well-known,
Lift up into the dark a huge, black tree
And put it in the heavens: tall, alone.
And you have made the world and all you see.
It ripens like the words still in your mouth.
And when at last you comprehend its truth,
Then close your eyes and gently set it free.
                                       -- Dana Gioia

Gioia, a Californian of Sicilian and Mexican descent, went to Stanford Business School for his MBA, and got a Master's in literature at Havard. He was on the team that created Jell-O Jigglers for General Foods, but became a full-time poet, and also served as chairman for the National Endowmen for the Arts. He believes jazz should be cherished, Shakespeare should be read aloud, and more people should devour literature. He objects to the marginalization of poetry and says the arts are not a luxury. But money, his poem on the subject says, "talks."

Friday, September 11, 2009

Sept. 11, 2009

His Eminence Archbishop Demetrios of America held a memorial service today at Ground Zero in New York on the site of St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church, which has not been rebuilt due to real estate politics, despite substantial donations. It was the only religious building destroyed in the 9/11 attacks; the archdiocese 9/11 Website has a budget and design plan.
Because our offices have moved to Midtown, this is the first year we didn't watch the memorial service live or wander past the flower-strewn aftermath.

These are photos I took on Sept. 11, 2008 on Liberty Street, near our former World Financial Center office and the firehouse that lost many men.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Six Years: 9/11

Today was my first September 11 away from Ground Zero and that forsaken pit. Uptown, mourning wreaths with yellow and red flowers seemed a little more vibrant at the city firefighters' memorial on 100th Street near Riverside Drive. The Irish bars on the way to Columbia U were swarming with the spillover of visiting firemen drinking beer at noon. Coming home after a day marked by severe thunderstorms, the sky was just clear enough to see the blue strips of light at the memorial all the way downtown. Only a curly-haired little girl at a cocktail party at the Columbia French House noticed my lapel pin of the Twin Towers. She doesn't speak yet, so she pointed to them, creating that missing moment of silence for the day. Maybe we have moved on.