This is my Land 250 Polaroid camera. These days many images are lost as the film is often expired, being obsolete, but I had a good run. Its the end of the day but not too late to salute JM Barrie on his birthday.Barrie was a sickly child and only grew to 5 foot 3, and yet produced a monumental work in Peter Pan. Pictured is a polaroid of the wonderful statue in Kensington Gardens where I have spent many hours daydreaming, a pastime that is never lost, never obsolete.
As evidenced by her Instagram feed the Godmother is just like you and me. She posts pictures of her kids.
This is my daughter Jesse with the great Eric Burdon. Saturday we attended his 77th birthday concert at the City Winery. It was a spectral performance from the emotional Leadbelly song In the Pines, to Spill the Wine, to the Animals greatest songs. I found myself in tears even when dancing. His was the voice of disenfranchised youth, transition and the desire for a better world. As he sang I closed my eyes, transported to another time when we were of the tribe of the misunderstood searching for universal love.
She gives her mom a Mothers Day shout out…
This is a Ken Regan shot from 1975. Just reliving one of the thousand things to thank Bob Dylan for. The poetry, the social awareness, the electric energy, the best dark glasses, and here a moment of shared laughter. One of life’s greatest pleasures. So happy birthday Bob Dylan, I am certain people all over the world are listening to you tonight.
She’s not above self-promotion if the situation warrants.
But the accompanying captions set punk’s poet laureate apart. No LOLs here. It’s clear that the award-winning author of Just Kids and M Train thinks about her content, carefully crafting each post before she publishes. Each is a bite-sized reflection, a page-a-day meditation on what it means to be alive:
This is day two of my Venice report.
I bummed around thinking of
Venice in the seventies. It had
a strong Rasta vibe with Reggae
music drifting from the head shops
and boom boxes on the beach.
Burning Spear and Jimmy Cliff
and Bob Marley. Venice has an
ever changing atmosphere but
I always like walking around,
anonymous, just another freak.
On Pacific next to the Cafe Collage
I had steamed dumplings and
ginger tea at Mao’s Kitchen.
The food is great and reasonable.
Because it was early it was
nearly empty. Since I was awake
since 4am i was nearly hypnotized
by the turning of their overhead
fan. Before I left they gave me a
fortune cookie. It was a true one.
Reflecting my past and certainly
my future. A very good day.
Ayun Halliday is an author, illustrator, theater maker and Chief Primatologist of the East Village Inky zine. Her solo show Nurse!, in which one of Shakespeare’s best loved female characters hits the lecture circuit to set the record straight premieres in June at The Tank in New York City. Follow her @AyunHalliday.