Author Archives: Josh Gross
Your Choice Reporting: Chanukah Edition
Blurb #4: The Cloisters
Knights in shining armor, renaissance fairs, gregorian chants, and maidens in distress. What more can one expect from a museum dedicated to the medieval period? This is all that is The Cloisters and so much more. Located in one of New York City’s most under-appreciated hidden treasures; Fort Tryon Park, The Cloisters is a staple of art and culture in New York. An artwork in itself, the museum is surrounded by lush gardens and ornamental foliage, sure to enrapture lovers of horticulture and amateur naturalist. The Cloisters contain some of the best known examples of medieval art including the infamous seven “Hunt of the Unicorn” tapestries, a beautiful example of Northern European medieval art. Actually a branch of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, The Cloisters was established in 1938 as part of an endowment grant created by John D. Rockefeller, Jr.. During the winter, the museum is open from Tuesday through Sunday, 9:30AM-4:45PM. Unlike my previous blurb this is definitely a trip for the whole family.
Creative Work #3: Narrative
Art on the streets of New York
Don’t Bring the Kids!
Repulsive, obscene, disturbing, educational, and informative. These are but a mere few adjective to describe the Museum of Sex located at 233 Fifth Avenue.The museum pays homage to all forms and expressions of sexuality in both humans and the animal world abroad. The museum goes into great lengths covering the history of sex including how people have perceived the act throughout the ages. From its demonization during the Middle Ages to the sexual revolution of the sixties, sex has always been a controversial and intriguing phenomena, which has piqued the interest of scientists and layman for centuries. Many exhibits explore taboo and ambiguous subject matters such as the biological basis for homosexuality. Before I advice anyway to take a visit to the museum I must warn that the it is replete with vividly graphic images and clips of sexual intercourse, which may be shocking to some and unbearable to others. In addition, the age requirement for entry is eighteen years and above so this not a museum meant for the whole family. Overall, the museum provides an academic and fascinating exposé on the subject of sex and sexuality, in all of its magnificent glory.
Feature Article Podcast
Josh’s Haiku Compilation Part 2
Deeply disturbed,
is deeply in bliss.
Lust is not a virtue
The subway is a satanical place.
Where evil lurks from shadows,
and life passes unnoticed.
Drifting winds pass strongly
cross bustling city.
Dances with the devil.
War and peace.
Listening to Bod Dylan
Makes me feel god.
Josh’s Haiku Compilation Part 1
The Wind howls softly,
as it drops rain across a horizontal sky.
life is fleeting
Desperation falls,
to those undeserving fortune.
Good night dear love.
Sitting on an Autumn day,
wind whips face beneath an endless sky.
wondering thoughts begin and end.
Birds perched in nests high,
Clouds passing silently bye.
shivers down my wrinkled spine
Seasons come seasons pass.
Leaves fall and whither into the fleeting grass.
nothing sacred nothing lasts
Time remains transparent,
yet I do not control my destiny.
What happens and what remains the same?
11/1 Haiku
War and peace.
Listening to Bod Dylan
Makes me feel god.
10/31 Haiku
Is it better to see the light in the dark?
or the dark in the light?
Whatever it is goodnight.
10/30 Haiku
Wasting away in my own
escape.
Can I find a friend to lend?
10/27 haiku
Gracefully away,
she tugs her hair.
Nothing left but to stare.
10/29 Haiku
Midmorning dew alerts me.
Am I awake or asleep?
Doesn’t really matter.
10/28 Haiku
A white wedding,
snow and ice on the ground.
Hopelessly romantic.
10/26 Haiku
Blissful silence,
Reeps warmth and comfort.
Is a facade for loneliness?
Feature Story: Some Culture and the Park; A Typical New Yorker’s Autumn Afternoon
As the long, lazy days of summer slowly peel away into crisp autumn weekends, there is still a way to tranquilly unwind after Labor Day. Understandably, it may be October and any thought of an enjoyable, relaxing day might have escape you in anticipation of the bitter dawn of winter hibernation. It is often at this juncture of the year that New Yorkers most often choose to begin bundling themselves into fleece sweatshirts and heavy winter wear, deferring to mope in their self-inflicted isolation. Continue reading
Mariama’s Haiku #2
Love is an ocean
where one sinks and dies.
I think I’ll float.
Mariama’s Haiku #1
Music is my soul
my spirit, my drive.
Take me free OH take me free.
10/25 Haiku
Rumbling down the track,
it stops and then it goes.
Train tracks still.