Sincerely wishing you love, peace, and joy,
Carl Atteniese
http://carlatteniese.com
Ovulararchitecture
Sincerely wishing you peace, love, and joy,
Carl Atteniese
http://carlatteniese.com
Chris, in Brooklyn, in 2008
Sincerely wishing you love, peace, and joy,
Carl Atteniese
http://carlatteniese.com
It’s hard to be ‘compassionately concerned about your…
It’s hard to be ‘compassionately concerned about your stress’ (read: “vent”) when some see it as complaining. The ones that see it as such don’t emote because they don’t experience these stresses the way you and those of your ilk do. One wishes they could, so a generalization wouldn’t be true; You can’t express yourself-or, okay, “complain”-to locals (as it happens to be) about their locale. At home, I could do it!
Testiment
An old man
His appearence, completely hardened, weathered, beaten, tattered, spent, and terminal
Stretched out his darkened hand, his black clothes, a reminder of the strength gone out of his stringy, straight, exhausted and frost-colored hair, blowing in the chilly dusk breeze;
“bek won issuyo?” was the practiced sound of time itself, in this overworked man’s voice, asking matter-of-factly if I had a 100 won coin, a tenth of a thousand won note; the Korean dollar bill
“Aniyo, chaesonghabnida”, came my depressed, negative response from my fortunate body, my eyes, I’m sure, betraying shame, regret, awe, and solemnity
His hunched frame, beneath his unexpectant head turned to go…
“Chamkanmanyo”, I said, asking him to wait, while struggling with my fingers in the change pocket of my fashionably torn up jeans (an embarrassing endulgence in the face of the plight of this hulking, forgotten human being, and others like him, who wear clothes like my pants, not by choice)
I took out two coins, we outstretched our hands, and without touching, this child of another nation; the unelected center of the the defacto world-empire-like Michelangelo’s Yaweh, giving life in the vaults of the Sistine Chapel, I dropped the paltry currency into the waiting palm of this dying man’s hand
He is a long way from being Adam, but a testiment to our certainly not deserving Eden
With no more sound, he purposely went to a fountain and drank with his hands
Then he left me
To shamelessy write this poem
Feeling guilty
11 June, 2011 18:36
Protest Art
Sentiments Hidden in Juxtiposition
Is it sad?
Placing something decides its appeal
See these
Flowers on a rainy-Window sill or
A sparse rooming house nightstand
Are they left here
For the collector
Of refuse, or
For you and I,
Who, stricken and blessed
Find the sentiments hidden
In juxtaposition
Of the forgotten?
Mando
The Open Sky
Looking up
A canvas is
Soft as silk across the sky
Looking up
Through tears you’ll see
The colors changing
Broad and free
The questions heard
The pain that’s felt
They disipate
With kindness spelt
In the heart
As in the sky
There’s no limit
Nor a ‘why’
Within ‘n out
And In each way
‘Possible’, ‘impossible’;
Words we say
Like changing hues
Up above
Each moment new
Can bring you love
In what we do
And what we say
Love a minute
Minds the day
Mando
Copyright © 2015 Carl Atteniese Jr., AKA ‘Mando’, All rights reserved.
Idling Engines & Nicotine Use in Korea
This entry was published in the Korea Herald newspaper, on June 2, 2011, in a new section called Reader’s Voive-of which my letter was among the first three. Thank you Editor John Power, and members of the Korea Herald staff, for selecting and publishing my opinions on these matters.
Dear Fellow Residents of Korea,
We all want a clean environment, don’t we; for ourselves, our children, and for their children-right?
I am “a foreigner”, as many locals might choose to call me, the Korean word for which, means ‘one from outside’. I was born in Brooklyn, raised on Long Island, and started growing up here, in South Korea, where in the Korean war, my late uncle Charlie Carroll fought the Chinese and North Koreans, all those years ago. He unofficially adopted a boy who was homeless, and almost died here, many times. Caring about others is our family legacy. I am a relationship counselor-myself; my sister is a therapist, my mother a day care facilitator, and my father-a democratic activist.
So here I am; 11 years total, in your land. I know you, and I care about you.
So here comes the hard part; the admonition: please, stop idling your vehicles. You are a conscientious people. An industrious people, a clever people. Even if you pay no thought to the climate crisis we humans are facing, don’t you want to save money on the fuel you put in your cars? You import it; it can’t be cheap.
If you go to any other developed country, you will be hard-pressed to see people sitting in their cars-or worse, nearby-or nowhere to be seen-whilst their cars, trucks, or scooters run, pumping global warming gasses into the atmosphere.
And on a related note; please get on the anti-smoking bandwaggon. Korean men; what illusion are you suffering from? Cigarettes have 4,000 chemicals in them, nineteen which cause cancer), including rat poison, and radiactive compounds.
From Wikipedia:
products that bind to DNA and cause many genetic mutations. There are over 19 known chemicalcarcinogens in cigarette smoke. Tobacco also contains nicotine, which is a highly addictivepsychoactive chemical. When tobacco is smoked, nicotine causes physical and psychological dependency. Tobacco use is a significant factor in miscarriages among pregnant smokers, it contributes to a number of other threats to the health of the fetus such as premature births and low birth weight and increases by 1.4 to 3 times the chance for Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS).[9] The result of scientific studies done in neonatal rats seems to indicate that exposure to cigarette smoke in the womb may reduce the fetal brain’s ability to recognize hypoxic conditions, thus increasing the chance of accidentalasphyxiation.[10] Incidence of impotence is approximately 85 percent higher in male smokers compared to non-smokers,[11] and is a key factor causing erectile dysfunction (ED).[11][12][13]
Fighting!
Sincerely wishing you love, peace, and joy,
Carl Atteniese
Korea Photography
In Sunleung, I feel
That New York City
False kind of security
Of being surrounded by
The mysterious aura of
Great industry
Like nature
Where-around it happens so
Apparently fast
That you only see the results
In moments like this–
The complete masterpiece,
Of a building
Like a tree
Whose stages of growth you’ve missed
The architecture engulfs you
Putting the sky out of reach
Man-made trenches
Bury me deep
Everything is artificial
But bred to aspire
I’m led to inspire
A feeling that I should be here
Mando
Copyright © 2015 Carl Atteniese Jr., AKA ‘Mando’, All rights reserved.
























