Monday, April 28, 2014

Peter Ogden's Poetry

Deborah*

Dear Deborah's dressed
In flowing pink
About the sapling pines
Dear Deborah's brave
Before the dogs
Inside her crystal mind

Dear Deborah's silent in the noise
And tranquil in the fight
She's fast beyond the slower man
And lighted in the night

Dear Deborah sees the problemed soul
She seeks its broken links
And with her molten thoughts she welds
The chain before it sinks

Dear Deborah's loud of cruel despise
To paint it over well
With dreams of better hours to come
When evil trees will fell

     *This poem was dedicated to a dear friend, Deborah Brandstatter Marks, winner 
       of the Presidential Scholarship for the U.S. Virgin Islands circa 1974.

    -Published in the Winter 1974 George School "Argo". With the "evil tree" 
     photo silhouette  below by Jay Brenner.
 

Squirrel

Humor leaves me
I saw a squirrel                                                                     
Digging in the leaves
A happy creature

He was so delicate
Like the hemlocks
He belonged here
His tail was a golden feather

Humor leaves me
The squirrel is gone
A little girl with blue eyes
Threw a stone at him
She couldn't appreciate
His simplicity
                                                                             
        -Published in the Winter 1974 George School "Argo".
                                                                      
Page 1 from Winter 1974 Argo with leaf drawing by Michael Wommack.


Thomas LaVerne Houston circa 1899

                                                   stock-piled little Bully
                                                   Commands the dirt expanse.
                                                   He's tough, choking a dog by the collar.

                                                   LaVerne dares declare the horseless Reo
                                                   drive him out the street.
                                                   where are the other kids?
                                                   fearing Him, hidden in retreat.

                                                   swearing "darn you!" could bring
                                                   Mother's cleansing mouth soap
                                                   Father's Hickory sting.

                                                   "Outta my way! This is Pappy's property!
                                                   Git! Wanna punch in the nose Mister?
                                                   Sick 'em Fidele! I said Git!
                                                   We don't want no noisy machines
                                                   Scarin' crazy chickens. Git a horse Mister."

                                                   CLICK.

                                                   LaVerne trapped forever in the photographer's
                                                   box.

                                         
Peter Ogden composed this poem in 1978. It was inspired by an antique circa 1899 photo of LaVerne Houston from Peter's paternal grandparents' photography archive. LaVerne's family owned the old Houston Farm in the Village of Middletown, Orange County, New York in the 19th century. As Middletown evolved into an industrial city the Houston's divided their farm into many residential lots and streets.

Peter Ogden's grandfather, George T. Ogden had a maternal aunt* who married one of the Houston Farm heirs. I believe that LaVerne was George's first cousin.

*Belle Jackson Houston.



***

Vermont Cows

 I am in the foreign country of America
Where I am surprised to find farms and
Cows viewing large Chevrolet trucks
In the field.

Smelling of blue mountains.
The cleansing power of harsh winters.
A tractor creeps through raw earth
And I wonder what I look like in my BIG Buick
On a rough road 
That's bad for Goodyear tires.

The rear ends of horses
Ballet slowly
Like strange camels
Waiting for Indians
Waived to by swaying Milkweeds.

Prehistoric trees thrive in Vermont.

Phallic telephone poles
Sleep horizontally.

Wistful cows
Surrounded by barbed wire.

Who are these bovine strangers gawking at?

I hear the low call
Of the wild African cow-elephant.

I look at you and I wonder who you are.
How long must I look?
How long is too long?

-Composed for his grandmother, Lucile, in 1979 after a summer in Middlebury, Vermont.

The above poems are copyrighted 1978 and 1979 by peter gumaer ogden and may only be copied for financial gain with express written permission from the author.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Some People...


Eric Jerome Gratz. University of Miami, Florida, 1977. The Gratz family is one of the oldest American Jewish families dating back to pre-Revolutionary Philadelphia. Favorite frequent quotes: "I am God." and: "You can't wear those clothes with me; you'll have to borrow some of mine."--Eric J. Gratz

Ginger in Venice. 1978.

Dr. Bienenfeld, PGO, Carlos and Hilda. St. Patrick's Day party ca 1981, Ogden Farm.

    Ginger at Ogden Farm in 1983.


Shawn P. Pratt. East Hampton Beach, Long Island, N.Y. 1991. Digitally enhanced c-print.

Edwin Treitler. Puerto Vallarta at the "Blue Chairs" beach with his Spanish-English dictionary. 1996 photo by PGO. "Plant a tree and climb it."--Edwin.  "Let's go for a stroll...[often on the PV Malecon]"--Edwin.

Edwin at "Looney Tunes" aka "The Blue Chairs" beach, Puerto Vallarta, 1996. "Money is energy".-Edwin "You took MY parking space!"-Edwin  "How do you like my guacamole recipe? My special ingredient is mayonaise--well, what do you expect from a good Jew from Queens".-Edwin  "Roberto wants to own an automobile tire repair shop--he likes things that are round!"-Edwin

 Right: Irmgard Kurtx circa 2013.