Essential Shore / Permeable Future…  Ferry Event

Essential Shore / Permeable Future…  Ferry Event

On Saturday, May 3, I had the pleasure of leading a special event aboard the ferry between Corlears Hook and Bay Ridge, organized through the Ferry Community Outreach Initiatives & Jeannine Bardo, director of Stand4 Gallery, as part of the exhibition Essential Shore / Permeable Future, curated by Jennifer McGregor. My focus for this project was the Purple Sandpipers—a migratory, medium-sized shorebird that winters along the Shore Promenade in Bay Ridge, right by the Belt Parkway. They arrive from their high Arctic breeding grounds in Northern Canada in late November or early December and stay with us until late April or early May. By the time of the event, the Purple Sandpipers had already migrated north for the season, so we didn’t get to see them. To make up for it, here is a PDF with more information about the Purple Sandpipers and details about my installation, for those who couldn’t make it to the gallery. The exhibition runs through June 21, so let me know if you plan to visit—I’d love to meet you.

This blog offers a few impressions, documentation, and glimpses—including notes from the day itself, as well as reflections and materials related to its preparation. Uncertain about the weather, I had prepared some materials in case we had to remain inside the ferry. Fortunately, it turned out to be a gorgeous, sunny day, and we were able to observe from the deck, followed by a lovely stroll on the pier and through the Narrows Botanical Garden.

The group included longtime residents of the Lower East Side, Brooklynites from Bed-Stuy & Sunset Park, and myself from Bay Ridge. While the tour focused primarily on birds and nature, I always feel it’s important to contextualize and better understand the shores we journey alongside. I gathered some basic information—some of it drawn from a previous project—to share with the group, and since we didn’t have time to cover everything during the ferry ride, I’m collecting it here as a memento.

First, the list of birds & creatures we saw along our excursion:
Double-crested Cormorant, Laughing Gull, Ring-billed Gull, Herring Gull, Great Black-backed Gull, American Black Duck, Brant, Canada Geese, Common Tern, House Sparrow, Gray Catbird, Common Grackle, Mourning Dove, Fish Crow (and their nest), Painted Turtle, Box Turtle.

Since we boarded the ferry at Corlears Hook…

Corlears Hook holds a rich and layered history, evolving from a Lenape settlement to a Dutch farm, a site of colonial violence, a bustling 19th-century port, and later, an infamous red-light district. The name comes from Jacobus van Corlaer, a 17th-century Dutch schoolmaster, and also from the shape of the land itself—jutting into the East River like a hook. In the 1820s, the area became notorious for its brothels and, according to some sources, even gave rise to the term “hooker.”

Indigenous Presence and Displacement

Originally marshland, Corlears Hook was used by the Mareckawick group of the Canarsee tribe—part of the Lenape nation—as a canoe landing site. The settlement, called Naghtongh, was covered in swamps and beach land. The Wecquaesgeek, a Munsee-speaking band of the Wappingers people (closely related to the Lenape), lived along the east bank of the Hudson in what is now the Bronx and Westchester.

On February 25, 1643, Dutch Governor Willem Kieft launched coordinated attacks on Weckquaesgeek and Tappan encampments at Corlears Hook and Pavonia (across the river in present-day New Jersey). That night, 120 Native men, women, and children were massacred—an event that remains a brutal marker of early colonial violence. More info here

Manhattan: The Name and Its Meaning

The name Manhattan originates from the Lenape language, specifically Munsee. The word manaháhtaan combines manah- (“gather”), -aht- (“bow”), and -aan, a grammatical element used to form verb stems. It’s often translated as “the place where we get bows” or “place for gathering the (wood to make) bows.” This name, still in use today, carries with it traces of the island’s original use and inhabitants.

The Brooklyn Bridge

The Brooklyn Bridge was the first fixed bridge to connect Manhattan and Brooklyn across the East River. Designed by German immigrant John A. Roebling, construction began in 1870 and the bridge officially opened on May 24, 1883. At the time, it was the longest suspension bridge in the world, stretching 1.1 miles. Before its construction, ferries were the primary means of crossing between Manhattan and Brooklyn. The bridge not only revolutionized transportation but also physically united two formerly separate cities—Brooklyn and New York—forever changing the shape of the city.

Roebling died of tetanus after a surveying accident crushed his foot, and his son, Washington Roebling, took over the project. Washington later developed caisson disease—commonly known as “the bends”—while working in the pressurized foundations. Though physically incapacitated, he continued to oversee construction with the crucial assistance of his wife, Emily Warren Roebling. The bridge took 13 years to complete and claimed the lives of 27 workers.

It’s also worth noting that U.S. Senator Henry Cruse Murphy—considered a founding father of Brooklyn—drafted the bill authorizing the construction of the bridge from his mansion, which once stood on the grounds of what is now Owl’s Head Park in Bay Ridge. He also founded The Brooklyn Eagle and served as one of its first editors, shaping both the physical and cultural landscape of the borough.

In 2005, while researching for another project, I wrote a song in honor of the Brooklyn Bridge. It was later recorded and included on my album The Bi-Continental Chowder. You can listen to the track below with photo taken then.

Liberty Enlightening the World

As the ferry continued south, we passed the Statue of Liberty. Officially titled Liberty Enlightening the World, the statue was a gift of friendship from the people of France to the United States. It was dedicated by President Grover Cleveland on October 28, 1886.

Constructed in France over the course of nine years (1875–1884), the statue was then disassembled, shipped across the Atlantic, & reassembled on Liberty Island in just four months after the pedestal was completed. The full process—from initial conception in 1865 to final dedication in 1886—spanned 21 years and required massive fundraising efforts in both France and the United States.

PAGGANK a.k.a : Governors Island

Originally known to the Lenape people as Paggank (“Nut Island”) for its abundance of nut-bearing trees, the island was later named Noten Eylandt by the Dutch, then Anglicized to Nutten Island, and finally became Governors Island by the late 18th century. In 1755, during the French and Indian War—a North American theater of the global Seven Years’ War—the island was first used as a military installation. The war saw British colonies (population ~2 million) clash with French colonies (~60,000), each side supported by different Native American allies. The French, being outnumbered, relied heavily on their Native alliances.

Bay Ridge: A Neighborhood with Deep Roots
Our final stop was Bay Ridge, located in southwestern Brooklyn—a neighborhood with a rich history dating back to the 17th century. Originally part of the Dutch town of New Utrecht, the area was once known as Yellow Hook, named for the color of its soil.

During the American Revolution, Bay Ridge played a small but strategic role due to its location along New York Harbor and proximity to the Narrows. On August 22, 1776, British troops under General William Howe landed near what is now Bay Ridge, using the shoreline as a staging ground for the Battle of Long Island (also known as the Battle of Brooklyn), the first major battle following the Declaration of Independence. The British landed just south of Bay Ridge, near Gravesend Bay, and advanced north through Brooklyn, eventually outflanking and defeating American forces led by General George Washington. The loss forced the Continental Army to retreat to Manhattan, preserving its strength for future battles.

Narrows Botanical Gardens: A Community Oasis
Established in 1995 by local volunteers, the Narrows Botanical Gardens transformed 4.5 acres of neglected parkland along Shore Road between Bay Ridge Avenue and 72nd Street into a vibrant green space. This community-led initiative features a variety of themed gardens, including a lily pond, butterfly garden, Zen garden, and a Native Plant Garden with a turtle sanctuary. It also serves as a sanctuary site for the Wild Bird Fund, offering a safe habitat for recovering and released birds. Maintained entirely by community volunteers, the gardens are a beloved oasis for both people and wildlife in Bay Ridge. They host various events throughout the year.

To me, it was a really special day—full of small discoveries, good company, and moments of connection across neighborhoods. I’m deeply grateful to everyone who joined, shared, and made time to be part of it.
Special thanks to Jeannine Bardo, director of Stand4, and to Sarah and Anika from the Ferry Community Outreach team for making it all possible.
I hope these notes, reflections, and glimpses offer something back to those who were with us, and to those following along from afar. You can view the full album of photos from the day and the exhibition here. Meanwhile à bientôt ! and keep in touch!

Unfathomable Sadness/Emptiness

Unfathomable Sadness/Emptiness

Pierre Joris: July 14, 1946 – February, 26 2024

My husband, my collaborator, the soulful father, stepfather & brother, —our poet– left our material world on Wednesday, February 26.
He passed very peacefully at our home in Brooklyn, Bay Ridge—just as he wished—held by the ones he loved and who loved him so deeply. Pierre was born in Strasbourg on July 14, 1946. Though a Luxembourgish citizen, Pierre was born in Strasbourg, where his parents were living while his father completed his medical studies.

Almost a month has passed, but the absence is still vast & unfathomable. Our lives were so deeply entwined. I’m not expecting to feel better any time soon, but I will ride the wave of grief as it comes.

On February 28, we held his earthing ceremony at Green-Wood Cemetery. With less than 24 hours’ notice, we were so moved to see a group of at least 70—several generations of friends from now & then, many poets—waiting for us at the gates of Green-Wood, gathered on a sunny, crisp morning to accompany him to the resting place he had chosen. Charles Bernstein, Tracy Grinnell, Randall Horton, Yasmine Seale, Joseph Mastantuono, Miles Joris-Peyrafitte, & I read poems. Marty Ehrlich closed our ceremony with a soulful rendition of Monk’s Mood. In the afternoon, more joined us at Sunny’s Bar in Red Hook—a place he loved—to raise a glass in his honor.

I met Pierre in California, at the home of the wonderful German writer Reinhard Lettau. I was 29. Recently divorced, raising my 7-year-old son, Joseph. I always wanted a life without boundaries between art and domesticity. That’s how our Domopoetics came to be. We had amazing role models—primarily Diane & Jerry Rothenberg, and also, very present at that time, Eleanor & David Antin.

When Pierre was offered a position at SUNY Albany, we moved to New York State. That’s where Miles was born—into the Domopoetic nest the three of us had started to build.

Pierre was—and will always be—an integral part of my becoming. I was fortunate to share 35 years with him. Such deep communion is the gift that lives within this deep grief. He was a loving soul dedicated to his family & to his craft beyond measure.

Our Domopoetics was part of our daily life, it also took shape through performances, presentations, talks, translations, cooking (watch our cooking videos during covid here) , & giving poetry readings. The most expansive iterations were presented at Galerie Simoncini (Luxembourg) in 2017 and 2021. Each time, we were given carte blanche and all three floors of the gallery to create site-specific installations and to present new work and performances developed especially for the space.

Traveling together was a frequent part of our shared life & work. I prepared & ran the visual components for Pierre’s presentations—on Paul Celan, whose complete oeuvre he translated into English, & on Poems for the Millennium, the anthology series he co-edited: two volumes with Jerome Rothenberg & one with Habib Tengour. These events took place at some of the most prestigious universities & cultural institutions. I listened to these talks countless times, yet I learned something new at every single one. I also illustrate &/or made the cover many of many of his books.

Pierre’s thinking was brilliant & far-reaching—rooted in serious, rigorous scholarship, yet always infused with wit & sharp insight. His restless, searching spirit was—and will always be—my guide, my grounding force. Not a memory, but a presence. & from the many messages I’ve received, I know he inspired & continues to enlighten many others.

Before he passed, Pierre had completed two books that will be published as follow:
Fall 2025: Poasis II: Selected Poems 2000–2024 (Wesleyan University Press, 2026)
Early 2026: In Between Keep Moving: A Pierre Joris Reader — edited by Ariel Resnikoff & Pierre Joris (Contra Mundum Press, 2026)
Many gatherings, readings, conferences, & celebrations of Pierre’s life & work are in the process of being scheduled. I’ll continue to share updates through his social media & ours as this unfolding continues.

Our family is profoundly grateful for the outpouring of love & sympathy we’ve received. So many of you have shared stories, memories, & reflections—each one a thread in the vast fabric of connection that Pierre wove throughout his life. He would have been astonished. Truly—he never believed he made such an impact. But oh, how deeply he did!

We are determined to carry his œuvre forward, to make it known & let it bloom across generations & countries. Meanwhile read Pierre’s books and visit his webpage !
to be continued…..

Obit in the NYTimes

New Year’s Day 2022: Be Like Water!

New Year’s Day 2022: Be Like Water!

Wishing you a smooth, loving & healthy flow in 2022 despite the complexities we are all going through these days. 

     So, onward into the new year & on January 1st, I performed a new Karstic Action: Be Like Water (video below) for the Poetry Project’s 48th Annual New Year’s day Marathon. My three minute performance was live streamed at around 7:30PM EST. The piece is dedicated to artist Betsy Damon.  Back in October I was privileged to perform a sound scape I created for her performance Listen, Respect, Revere presented at La Mama Gallery during her solo show PASSAGES: RITES AND RITUALS curated by Monika Fabijanska. Betsy’s radical performance practice from the 70s & her relentless worldwide eco-activism inspires, energizes, & prompts action. Hence the Karstic-Action Be Like Water, a performance precipitated by the proximity of great water in my close environment. I have lived on the shore of Shatemuc since 2007 (in Bayridge, Brooklyn) & before that on the shores of Mahicanituck (Albany, NY 1992-2007). Different names for the same river, whether it is the Mohican’s name upstream or the Lenape’s name downstream, the meaning remains the same: “the river that flows two ways,” — thus not just a river, but a tidal estuary, an arm of the sea where salty seawater meets fresh water running off the land. Today we call her Hudson River, after the English navigator Henry Hudson who in 1609 sailed the “Halve Maen (Half Moon),” a Dutch East India Company three-masted flyboat, upstream to Pem-po-tu-wuth-ut or Sche-negh-ta-da, today Albany, NY

     These waters, these lands had long been navigated & populated by native peoples— for at least 10 000 years. But what is left of the 9500 years of these rich & complex layers of life, history, culture? Karstic-Action Be Like Water was broadcast from my studio in Bay Ridge — in the southwest of Brooklyn, located on a terminal moraine created by receding glaciers around 13,000 years ago along the Verrazano Narrows. This land belonged to the Lenape people & there is local evidence of their dwelling here since 4500 BC. The Lenape belong to the Algonquin civilization & spoke Munsee. Given their predominantly oral culture, early written documents are rarely accurate as they come to us from the first colonizers who knew neither their culture nor their language. Like the other Natives, the Lenape have been dispossessed, displaced, practically exterminated. The colonizers also usurped & changed the names of rivers, valleys & mountains which in their languages had held important geographical & linguistic information. From the beginning on the European infiltration started to obliterate the ecological equilibrium of their sustainable land- & water-based environment. Before Henry Hudson, the Florentine Giovanni de Verrazano visited the narrows in 1524, sent by the French king, François 1er. A Brooklyn Eagle article from 1911 reports that graves have been found on the Bliss Estate, or what’s now called Owl’s Head Park. “This is known as Indian Mound, for here Indian relics and bones have been found.” This mound —part of the moraine mentioned above, is my neighborhood park & I visit it almost everyday when I am in Bay Ridge. 

     Karstic Action: Be Like Water is the distillate of the geological, historical, environmental information I acquired over the years, succussed into a 3-minute performance. This work is in the lineage of the KARSTIC-Actions Paintings open-ended series of live performances I started in 2011. They explore proprioception (sense of body position) & kinesthesia (sense of body movement), as meeting points between painting, poetry, voice, music, ecology, geology, history. “Karstic” refers to the geological phenomena of dissolution & transformation at work in the formation of superficial or underground limestone topographies. By a similar principle of infiltration, language transforms into poem, breath into song and colored chalk become pastel into marks on paper or canvas. Always “in/quest of” equilibrium through an ecological consciousness in the literal meaning of that term: greek οἶκος / oîkos/ house, household, dwelling & λόγος / lógos/ discourse, thus science of dwelling. 

     The sound track was pre-recorded (recording & mixing courtesy of Miles Joris-Peyrafitte) to allow me to focus on the physical performance aspect. The text is an assemblage of the “Mahicanituck” song written for the performance “The Bi-Continental Chowder” in the early 2000s & of a second part written over the past week. The background of the live painting is a sheet of paper used as a floor covering & saved from a 2015 action painting. The pigments were a mixture of chewed charcoals burned in the fireplace of our house in my native Pyrenees, pure calcium carbonate (calcite), Ercolano red,  terre verte Brentonico, Chefchaouen blue, French clay,   bauxite de Tourves, sand from the Narrows; all mixed with water & applied with the feet while in headstand (Salamba Sirsasana II). 

 

 
 
Sound file:

 

Text:

Be Like Water
for Betsy Damon on New Year’s day 2022

Mahicanituck, Shatemuc
from lake Tear of the Clouds
she flows & grows
& grows & flows
to meet the Atlantic Ocean at the Verrazano Narrows
Mahicanituck, Shatemuc
great water constantly in motion
great water that flows two ways
they call you Hudson today
we cannot drink your water anymore
we cannot eat your fish or oysters anymore
we cannot swim from your shores anymore
but Mahicanituck, Shatemuc
I feel your flow
I feel your flow
I hope less
feel flow
hope less
feel flow
feel flow
my hydrological cycle
primeval waters
primordial oysters
salty waters
fresh waters
with the bonobos following the Congo trail
waking wading dwelling from canopy to water 
defying that water was “ubered” by an asteroid or comet
but steamed out 4.3 billions years ago
hope is not a strategy
hope is a belief
water was already here
immanent not transcendent
the crucible of non-living & living worlds
feel flow
feel flow
feed flow
feed flow
On the menu du jour: life’s origin
serving primordial soup
on original sea bed
paired with
water to restore the
intimate relationship with life
feel flow
feel flow
Mahicanituck, Shatemuc
great water constantly in motion
great water that flows two ways
we grow & flow
& flow & grow

Recent & online

Recent & online

Recap of works recently published.
Immense gratitude to all the publishers
Care    Persist    Resist!

FAIM! French Online Poetry Festival 

Indefatigable performer/ curator Pauline Cathrinot curated & mc’d a great Online Festival! 
“Impérieuse. Elle grossit, gronde, épaissit. Une extraordinaire FAIM, faimgalle, fringale. Elle se lève, nous dresse. Oui, on a FAIM! de corps proférants, de cous tendus en dynamiques de cordes, de larynx émus et d’amygdales vibrantes, de ce qui lève monte s’accroît quand la chair est parole, et qu’elle se jette sur nous. Qu’on l’attrape, la saisit la gobe. De langue à langue, et par dévorations.” … more from Pauline here

our contributions:

KARSTIC-Action : Je me dé-suffis / I de-suffice myself from Tawil Productions on Vimeo.

Le Chant de la Sirène Journal  

“Chant de la Sirène began as a weblog in 2007 by Laura Hinton, on the topic of the hybrid literary arts. First focusing on the radical New York poetry & multi-media arts scene through which Hinton had been floating adrift, the original blog came to offer a wider array of poetry book reviews, artist-poet interviews, poet tributes, conference travelogues, memoirs, and guest essays… (more here)

5 Pages & a text from my Daily Carnets in here

 

The A-Line  Journal

the A-Line

Convergence 5: Apocalypse Now and Then    

By  on July 1, 2020
“The announcement of this issue was circulated some months ago, but these past weeks have reassured the editors of the necessity of an enterprise seeking to draw together the best of contemporary progressive thought in order to provide the intellectual and emotional sustenance we need to survive this enormous contraction, and continue the work of overhauling our society. Although the A-Line was founded two years ago as a response to felt crisis, I believe we’d all agree that our current political order—home and beyond—has reached a not-to-be-doubted inflection point beyond which we can neither see, nor even guess. “Apocalypse Now and Then”—in its varied figurative and referential valence—lends its name to this timely issue that includes  essays, poems, and images taking up the many dimensions  of this national and global emergency— from the COVID-19 pandemic, to climate change, economic disaster, as well as the spectacle of violence and lawlessness at the highest levels of governance that currently defines US society. (more here)

Nicole : A text & 3 paintings in the  The A-Line  Journal

RED RAT

Pierre Joris:

from: DIARY NOTES MARCH-MAY 2020

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