Tag Archives: Brooklyn

A Red-Tailed Hawk in Brooklyn

A red-tailed hawk
Mark Bohn of U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service Northeast Region – Red-tailed Hawk (from Wikipedia)

Yesterday I spotted a red-tailed hawk perched on a tree near Marcy Playground, Myrtle Ave. in Brooklyn. The bird was a few feet long and at least a foot wide. I thought, from the back, it was an owl, until I looked at its face. I also wondered why an owl would be out in the daylight. I’ve become more interested in the birds around town since being at home for most of the past two years. I had no idea a hawk would reside in my neighborhood. I also thought, at first, it was clutching a rat in its talons. I’m told rat poison can kill the birds inadvertently.

The Vibrojets, Live at Pete’s Candy Store

Last night in Williamsburg, I went to see live music for the first time since March 2020. My friend Tommy Mattioli was in town from Wisconsin to play vibes. The band had about eight gigs scheduled for this week, but all but two were cancelled. Their next is at An Beal Bocht in the Bronx on 10/29. The Vibrojets at LIC Bar was the last show I saw before the pandemic hit, so I was glad to get back into it with them. Pete’s is a vaxx-only space, and the back door to the garden was open. The sound, I have to say, was excellent.

UK Observer on Brooklyn Writers

The Observer has an extensive piece from the weekend about Brooklyn as a writing mecca and its overall renaissance from the ’80s to now. I think it’s the 2,000th piece of its kind I’ve read. But I highlight it because Julia Fierro is quoted. The comments section has some interesting observations, too. Like, since there’s no money being made by most of these writers, how long can this sustain itself? Somebody else said they never felt the need to commune with other writers, even after being published. I go back and forth on these things—admittedly, I think it’s beneficial to dip your toes in a writing community and test it out, just to see where you’re at. But I think I would decamp from Brooklyn in the future if the opportunity presented itself. I often wonder if others feel this way. The suburbs sometimes seem so glorious with the neon of their chain restaurants and B&N at the strip mall. Plus you can drive around by yourself and not be hit with the smells and the sounds, and the vertigo, of the city streets and subways. If you’re a reclusive writer, anyway, you probably don’t need Brooklyn. What’s really truly great about it, and someone says this in their comment, is not the writers, but the people from all over the world who inhabit the borough. You can literally sample Mexico, China, Poland, Russia, the Caribbean, the Middle East and Africa, as you go from neighborhood to neighborhood.