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Jude

Its Me!!!!

About Me

Cape Cod MiddleofNowhere Old Stone Barn Castle-Clevland, NY A place I foundly rememberMy secrect gardenThis morning two mockingbirds in the green field were spinning and tossingthe white ribbons of their songs into the air. I had nothingbetter to do than listen. I mean this seriously.In Greece, a long time ago, an old couple opened their doorto two strangers who were, it soon appeared, not men at all,but gods. It is my favorite story-- how the old couple had almost nothing to givebut their willingness to be attentive-- but for this alone the gods loved themand blessed them-- when they rose out of their mortal bodies, like a million particles of waterfrom a fountain, the light swept into all the corners of the cottage,and the old couple, shaken with understanding, bowed down-- but still they asked for nothingbut the difficult life which they had already. And the gods smiled, as they vanished, clapping their great wings.Wherever it was I was supposed to be this morning-- whatever it was I saidI would be doing-- I was standing at the edge of the field-- I was hurryingthrough my own soul, opening its dark doors-- I was leaning out; I was listening.~Mockingbirds by Mary Oliver

My Interests

Running, a whole lotta pushups, marathon runner, skydiver, rock climber, fearless hiker, writing, books, art, live music, a good bottle of wine, the ocean, travel, cooking, good conversation, yoga (yep), challenging conversations that makes me go "hmmm", political "mumble jumbo", deep spiritual "stuff", making things, tearing down things, wind, rain, leaves, laughing, dancing, music-music-music (but please no country 'twang), being spontaneous, sometimes being planned, a good cup of java, cold crisp nights, my Sunday "ritual" of reading The New York Times- drinking- coffee while listening to jazz, NPR, PBS, random road trips, off the road diners, photography, old bookstores and trying to cause a general shakeup within modern society (why not?)

I'd like to meet:

When Buddha was first enlightened, those around him questioned him on his behavior. "Are you a god?", they said. "No.", he replied. "Are you a saint?", they asked. "No.", he replied. "What are you?", they inquired. He thought about this for a moment, and said, "I am awake."I'm a native New Yorker, recently relocated from Boston for work, sometimes I swear like a truck driver, I tend to think deep thoughts and will often share, die hard activist/community organizer who lobbied in NH for GLBT, womens rights and for those affected by violence, organized marches and rallies (and equally got "smashed" by the media for it because I was deemed a "militant" and so "Alice Paul-like"....gee WOW! what a compliment!), I have never been afraid to speak up or stand up for myself or for others, half my body is covered in ink-I'm working on the other half, "fear" is just a word and "I can't" does not exist in my vocabulary, my family means the world to me and my friends are equal in this category, I have many layers, 100% butch with a bit of a twist, no- chivalry isn't dead, always been a writer and definetly was born a poet- whether it be written verse or of the slam kind I have no reservations with my art, I am an old soul, a punk rock "kid" who also frequented CBGB's when I was barely 15 but I was "cool" and so they let me in, I keep it real and if you ask me I'll tell you what I think and if you want to tell me what you think I'll listen, for nearly ten years I worked in Boston as an outreach educator within the sex workers industry it was one of the best jobs I've ever had, I grew up on the streets of NY and have a story to tell that is saturated with a bit of awe a little bit of "holy shit" and ends with my standing here a suvivor of sorts, I have travelled all throughout the USA and Canada but have yet to travel overseas...one day soon though, I live my life straight foward and honestly, always learning, always improving. It is a journey.I live, breathe, love, write, laugh, think, dream, move, contemplate and reason with equal amounts of passion. Once you know me, you wont forget me. And if you dont know me, then what are you waiting for? If your wondering, yes I do talk to everyone inside this little myspace world. I am not just a collector of people and neither should you. We're cool!

Music:

Thanks to my mom I started rockin out at an early age.All time fav's include Van Morrison, Janis Joplin, Smashing Pumpkins, Beastie Boys, Ani (btw I use to see Ani in Buffalo when it was $5 to get in and she just sang with a microphone, a guitar and maybe 20 people in the audience and sicky stale beer secured your feet to the floor like glue..good times), Tool, Rage Against the Machine, Metallica, ACDC, Disturbed, The Clash,The Cure, Bowie, Snow Patrol, System of a Down, Presidents of the United States, Nil Lara, Beth Orton, Ray Lamontigue..an endless list really...

Movies:

This list is long and never ending: Buffalo 66, Bram Stokers Dracula, anything Woody Allen, Clockwork Orange (as odd as it is...its a cult film), Rocky Horror Picture Show, Serendipity, Sophies Choice, 1000 Cigarettes, Shallow Grave, The Hours, Romeo and Juliete (the suped up 90's version), Leaving Las Vegas, Garden State, The Outsiders, Great Expectations, Constatine, any kind of black and white "old" movie, any IFC flick or documentary, love foreign films (well not all of them) NPR!!...and the list goes on and on!!

Television:

Absolutely Fabulous!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hereos, Medium, Lost, Top Chef, Americas Next Top Model (I know...), 24, Sopranos, Prison Break, Scrubs, Fraiser, anything HGTV, nerdy PBS shows, documentaries and such.

Books:


If its Shakespeare then I automatically love it and never tire of the words. The Sunday New York Times is a must for me. So many books...so little time. My bookshelf is littered with all different genres. Bring me into a bookstore and you will lose me for hours and most likely find me in the poetry section.

Heroes:

My Grandmother...quiet strength, courage and dignity always. Alice Paul, Maggie Estep and any/all who have brought positive change to this world..no matter how small or how big that change was.

My Blog

The poems that disappeared...

...swallowed whole by cyberspace. But look here they are again. I do not know when or how I started to write such mushiness, absent a muse. Perhaps I was reading way too much Pablo Neruda.   &nbs...
Posted by Jude on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 08:09:00 PST

Untitled

  I stretch out onto the grass               weave my body into the blades of soft green my eyes look upwards to the towering tree...
Posted by Jude on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 06:21:00 PST

at night

at night i lie in bed  waiting for sleep to crawl over me   at times it comes like the morning dew that descends on a hot summer night that brief firing moment of time that  &...
Posted by Jude on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 06:19:00 PST

the poet says

    its when you want to write something    that nothing seems to come     or the words lie inside you like an abstract mess  pieces of a puzzle that ...
Posted by Jude on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 08:21:00 PST

Then from out of nowhere.....a bit of inspiration.

  Today while I was out running I came to complete stop in my tracks. Why....you might ask...what made you stop so suddenly? A lone butterfly sat, smack dab in the middle of the road. I dont kno...
Posted by Jude on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 06:11:00 PST

nocturnal diary

the night falls silent like unspoken words  descending slowly into the spaces of my mind, filling my soul to the brim until all that is left is   a stillness    ...
Posted by Jude on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:10:00 PST

Its when you here and you just dont want to be anymore

and when you know your going to be leaving soon and soon just isn' soon enough. Its sitting at a traffic light and waiting,waiting, waiting for time to creep by. Im so tired of this city and the fain...
Posted by Jude on Sun, 27 May 2007 06:03:00 PST

Love Poem to Myself

Love Poem to Myself        -Becky Birtha       Happy Birthday to who ever you are little one old one love of my life my likeness my most cherished darknes...
Posted by Jude on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 08:08:00 PST

Wila Cather and Mt. Monadnock- For all the lovers of Literature

"That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great."-Willa CatherI did my senior project on Willa Cather and have always been fascinated with her life, writing and the influences of...
Posted by Jude on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 01:54:00 PST

Of Living and Dying

 Of Living and Dying- Songs for Madelina I. Madelina stood a toweringfour feet, five inches.Her voice thick of Puerto Rican accent.The fist day I met hershe came sauntering over to mehand on hips...
Posted by Jude on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 05:44:00 PST