Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Monday, August 21, 2017
When I was a boy, I looked at an eclipse with my bare eyes
in The South Bronx of burnt out buildings.
A strange thing happened afterward.
A bright light appeared in front of my bedroom window, as
did a hurricane inside my room that scattered my comic books around, among
other objects.
I was being pulled into the light.
It was sheer force of will that prevented the little boy I
was from disappearing into another dimension.
I wasn’t ready for a new reality.
This is the persistence of my memory.
I recall being gifted in childhood with photographic memory
and creativity.
I remember doctors that wanted to administer a new drug
designed to dissolve a gland in the head of the little boy I was.
I stared into the
eyes of a doctor. He didn’t give me the drug.
The place where it happened was destroyed.
Today, it’s a parking lot of sorts for The New York City
Police Department.
In The New Millennium, a young American man tried to get
inside the building my mother has resided in for decades.
He identified himself
as Mark Wilson, a reporter for The New York Post.
He wanted to interview eyewitnesses to several bright lights
across the building that hovered for a few seconds before taking off at
unbelievable speed.
I studied pictures on his cell phone.
Mister Wilson, I am sure you are reading this, as I am sure
of scientific evidence to prove aliens have been on this gem of a planet for
thousands of years.
One of the aliens is called poverty.
Make with the mild mannered reporter thing and help change
the world for the best.
I am transmitting this final message from a public library
in The South Bronx.
Afterward, I will go out into the street and look into the
eclipse.
I wasn’t ready to leave the world when I was a kid.
I am ready
Now
My Re@l Life @s @ Comic Book
New York Radiology made MRI of my brain. Conceptual art and
text by
D@niel @ngel @ponte
Copyrighted 2017
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Thursday, December 4, 2014
I died and went to Google Heaven
Some blacks and whites are color blind in their dreams
I dreamt wide-awake last night those words
I died and went to Google Heaven
Friday, November 21, 2014
Black Friday
This is a make-believe gift for The South Bronx: it’s a
state of the art charter school where “Imagination is more important than
knowledge,” Albert Einstein believed.
Murals For Dreams And Other Planes Of Existence in The
Expanding Universe
Essays by Images And Paintings By Words By Daniel Angel
Aponte
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
You're so selfie you thought this blog was about you?
In The South Bronx, when I was a boy who wanted to earn an
NYPD gold shield, I followed footprints in snow that lead me to the home of
Where The Wild Things Are.
Write what you know, Danny, advised Ms Raesade, beloved 6th
grade English teacher who believed I would write The Great American Novel. I
know The Hunt’s Point Public Library was my Fortress of Solitude and The Bat
Cave to boot up ideas.
In spite of having Patience and Fortitude, I got tired of
waiting for Super Man.
I wanted to go where no one has ever gone before. I wanted to be a science officer to make
computers talk. I found a book called From Sand Tables To Electronic Brains.
I recall this because of a photographic memory in childhood
enhanced by gifted ones.
Imagination is more important than knowledge, Albert
Einstein wrote to me in this mansion of geniuses that made me feel like Richie
Rich in The South Bronx
I have a dream for The City That Never Sleeps.
I dreamt of Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor reading
from her book from her hometown libraries to inspire future dreamers with
homework on Earth as I figured how to do my homework on creating a tour book to
draw tourists to The South Bronx. To quote Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day
O’Connor, no one gets a dream done alone.
That applies to a former South Bronx resident who wrote We,
The People in 1776.
I’ve been around like The Man In Black sang. I was a US
Marshal or Lone Ranger
Reckon its high noon to serve this here NYPL warrant for
arrested development.
Book them, Dano. Poetic Justice writes again on sunset of
centuries and sunrise
Once upon a time at The Public Library, the boy I was found
A Winkle In Time.
Know the past. Just never repeat bad things in history
again. Find the future.
This has been a mural of words for dreams and other planes
of existence.
I died in The South Bronx of America and went to Google
Heaven
Thanks for sharpening super visions, NYPL.
It’s my time to make you see.
See book. Read movie
Hope sequel’s better
LOL
First Cell Contact With The Better Aliens of Human
Imagination by Dan Aponte
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
O Danny Boy is one of the things that annoyed my childhood
in The South Bronx of America. The Irish and most of New York were always
singing that song to me
My rock star name is Danny Dodging Bullets In The City of
Guns And Roses Way Before The Matrix! Got that? Then I died and went to Google
Heaven.
HAPPY NEW FEAR OF LOVE, HUMANS!
Revenge is living well.
LOL
How To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks by O Daniel Angel
Aponte
I’ll Stop The World And Melt With You sung by Modern English
Art& Hot Text Copyrighted by me so why is China LOL?
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