A Mind of Winter

The Snow Man 

by Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Photograph by George Cassidy Payne

Elizabeth Bishop Knew

Eunoia Review

that a poem
is about being ready
to desert one’s mind.

After another question
from the audience,
fashioned and honored

by her peers, like
a young prisoner’s
midnight escape.

George Cassidy Payne is interested in the intersection of poetry, social justice, representations of spirituality and concepts of self. He’s a part-time professor of philosophy at the State University of New York (SUNY) and teaches workshops focusing on writing and philosophy. He holds a master’s degree in philosophical theology from Emory University. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in numerous journals, including Barnstorm, Chronogram Magazine, Adelaide, Adirondack Almanack, Tea House, The Mindful Word, Ink Sweat & Tears, Scarlet Leaf Review, The Writing Disorder, Califragile, Zingara Poetry Review, Deep South Magazine, Allegro Poetry Review and several others. His debut full-length collection, A Time Before Teachers, was released in 2019…

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‘A Tone Like Quartz’ By George Payne

Jalmurra

Jasper-Quartz Pebble Conglomerate / Canada. Photos By James St. John.


???????A Tone Like Quartz


       I’m going for a clever but not smart tone.
       Sort of like Billy Collins but not Billy Collins.

       I want it to be ominous but not painful; and a
       little bit confessional without being romantic.

       And satirical, yes it has to be satirical. Not ironical
       but satirical. I want it to feel organic, with a fierceness
       that can be playful when it wants to be. Pure
       and durable, just like the qualities found in quartz.


George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as theHazmat Review,Moria Poetry Journal,Chronogram Journal,Ampersand Literary Review, theAngle at St. John Fisher College, and3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in theUSA Today,Wall…

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Olcott Beach: A former Lakeside Resort Preserves its Heritage

The Broken Spear Vision

Located in the Town of Newfane in Niagara County, NY,  at the junction of East/West Lake Road (NYS Route 18) and Lockport-Olcott Road (NYS Route 78), Olcott is a friendly lakeside community which is home to the deepest harbor on Lake Ontario west of Rochester, NY.

Today, it’s easy to bypass if you are not
looking for it. But back in the day Olcott was known as a premier destination
for vacationers across the region and as far south as Pennsylvania and New York
City. Judging by the many old plaques and pictures scattered around the
village, Olcott had a Coney Island-like vibe that included a beach, piers, an
amusement park, and several luxurious hotels.

Though the glory days have long since faded, that doesn’t mean visitors will be disappointed if they choose to make Olcott Beach their choice for a weekend getaway. Heritage tourism in Niagara County is on…

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The Lost City of Tryon

Photography by George Cassidy Payne

Sitting on a stone bench

in a lost city- a bench that

somehow concentrates

photos with the addition of mass,

I find a pen in my book bag, next to

a pack of soft contacts lenses, a portable

solar Uniden cell phone charger and a

 tie-dyed Bic lighter

   that almost worked,

I remember an unsurpassable

truth and watch it submerge; it

 went all the way

down, between the tides where

 otters

go to be left alone.

Yet it also wanted to be spoken, 

if only on the edges of my fingers,

those inventions of Mother Earth

that evolved to survive the blight,

they wanted to come back to the surface

to catch their breath, with tails and whiskers extending

 like fine mycelial fans, 

  or curved fishing knives,

 ropey

 siphonophores glistening south

 of the palm’s

 sheltering bay.

Detention Centers are Part of America’s Dark History

As much as I am personally sickened by President Trump’s handling of the border crisis, historically speaking, his draconian policies are far from unprecedented. Shamefully, confining a specific ethnic group in detention centers appears to be as American as eating a hot dog at a baseball game on the 4th of July.

The first substantial U.S. detention program began in 1838 under the auspices of President Martin Van Buren, who ordered the U.S. Army to enforce the Treaty of New Echota (essentially an Indian removal treaty). Marshaling the manpower of over 7,000 soldiers, General Winfield Scott was charged with evicting the Cherokee nation from their tribal lands in the south and forcing them to trek 1,200 miles west to reservations in Oklahoma. Before the men, women, and children were sent on the “Trail of Tears”, they were detained in six detention centers called “emigration depots.” These forts existed in North Carolina, as well as Chattanooga, Tennessee and Fort Payne, Alabama. 

 During the American Civil War, thousands of freed slaves from the plantations were recaptured by the Union army and put into hard labor camps. Women and children were locked away in these camps and left to die from starvation and smallpox. According to some researchers, over 20,000 emancipated slaves were killed in these makeshift concentration camps. (The most infamous of these was established in Natchez, Mississippi and was called the Devil’s Punchbowl because it was located at the bottom of a cavernous pit with trees located on the bluffs above.)

 Nearly a half-century later, at the apex of the First World War, President Woodrow Wilson, fearing the subversive potential of Germans and German Americans, set up two internment camps in Hot Springs, N.C., and Fort Oglethorpe, Georgia. Codifying the president’s fears, Attorney General A. Mitchell Palmer decreed that “All aliens interned by the government are regarded as enemies, and their property is treated accordingly.” 

 After the bombing of Pearl Harbor, this official policy of exclusion was expanded to target Japanese and Americans of Japanese descent. Franklin D. Roosevelt issued Executive Order 9066 on February 19, 1942, which allowed the military to designate areas “from which any or all persons may be excluded.” The groundwork for this Executive Order was firmly planted when the 1940 census introduced a new question. It required that all respondents include their ethnicity. Also in 1940, a new law was passed so that all aliens over the age of 14 had to be registered.

 These extreme measures were followed by perhaps the single most unconstitutional order ever delivered in our nation’s history, namely, the Emergency Detention Act of 1950. Otherwise known as the McCarran Internal  Security Act, this provision authorized the construction of six concentration camps in 1952 in the event that the U.S. government declare a state of emergency. Rather than Indians, Germans, and the Japanese, these camps were intended to hold communists, anti-war activists, and other dissidents. Among other disturbing components, the Act required that the President, in an emergency, assume the right to arrest and detain persons who he believed might engage in espionage or sabotage. It also created a Subversive Activities Control Board (SACB) to effectively monitor the finances and activities of millions of Americans.  

 More recently, in 2002, the United States government, in response to the threat of global terrorism, opened up the Guantanamo Bay Detention Center in Cuba and the Bagram Theater Internment Facility in Afghanistan. As is know known due to the brave reporting of Amnesty International, the International Committee of the Red Cross, and the New York Times, these facilities were the site of cruelty “tantamount to torture.” Amnesty International even referred to Guantanamo Bay as ‘the Gulag of our times.’

Sadly, this is an incomplete list of the detention centers that have been built and used in the United States. This list doesn’t even include what happened to the Navajo; what took place in Batangas during the Spanish American War in 1901; the horror of Abu Ghraib and the many U.S. operated black op prisons which exist in countries all over the world; nor does it address the 400 year system of slavery in the Americas. 

So this is my point. Rather than an isolated case of systemic abuse and confinement, the migrant detention facilities on the U.S. southern border are carrying on a brutal legacy of fear, prejudice, and exclusion that began with the forced removal of Native Americans in the first part of the 19th century. Rather than being an exceptional and unparalleled architect of moral barbarism, President Trump is merely following in the footsteps of his predecessors (in some cases leaders of tremendous historical acclamation such as FDR and Woodrow Wilson).       

Does this fact make what Trump is doing right? Not at all. Does it make the unsanitary and unnecessary detention of migrant children justifiable? Absolutely not. But it does put this whole travesty in context. There is a reason that this evil has persisted as long as it has on the border. There is a reason that these conditions persist in the face of deafening condemnation. Americans (white Americans especially) and not just Trump and his base-are far too comfortable with confinement and abuse as a solution to confronting the challenge posed by the human rights of the other. The same reason the majority of white America accepted the removal of Native Americans from Georgia and North Carolina, is the same reason the majority of Americans are indifferent to the plight of Honduran and Salvadoran children.

I wonder how different things would be if we all embraced the words of a real American hero. It was Thomas Paine who once wrote, “Whatever is my right as a man is also the right of another.” 

Olcott Beach: A former Lakeside Resort Preserves its Heritage

Located in the Town of Newfane in Niagara County, NY,  at the junction of East/West Lake Road (NYS Route 18) and Lockport-Olcott Road (NYS Route 78), Olcott is a friendly lakeside community which is home to the deepest harbor on Lake Ontario west of Rochester, NY.

Today, it’s easy to bypass if you are not looking for it. But back in the day Olcott was known as a premier destination for vacationers across the region and as far south as Pennsylvania and New York City. Judging by the many old plaques and pictures scattered around the village, Olcott had a Coney Island-like vibe that included a beach, piers, an amusement park, and several luxurious hotels.

Though the glory days have long since faded, that doesn’t mean visitors will be disappointed if they choose to make Olcott Beach their choice for a weekend getaway. Heritage tourism in Niagara County is on the upswing, and festivals such as the Olcott Pirate Festival make it one of the more unique small villages in western New York. It even won the 2012 title of Ultimate Fishing Town, a contest sponsored by The World Fishing Network (WFN).

Olcott Replica Lighthous

“Olcott Harbor is located on the southern shore of Lake Ontario at the mouth of Eighteen Mile Creek, eighteen miles east of the Niagara River. Work on improving the harbor began in 1867, after Congress appropriated $60,000 on March 2nd of that year for constructing two parallel piers from the mouth of the creek out to the eleven-foot contour in Lake Ontario. When finished, the piers extended 880 feet out into the lake, and in 1873 a wooden, square, pyramidal tower was erected on the outer end of the west pier. This lighthouse stood thirty-two-and-a-half feet tall and was topped by a decagonal lantern from which a fixed white light was first shown on the evening of November 1, 1873. The bottom half of the tower was black, and the upper portion white. “

http://www.lighthousefriends.com/light.asp?ID=910

Lakeview Village Shoppes

” Overlooking beautiful Lake Ontario, browse a unique mix of 11 specialty gift, clothing, antique, and food shoppes on the boardwalk. Visit every Friday during the summer for live music & wine tastings featuring wineries located on the Niagara Wine Trail. The Lakeview Village Shoppes are open weekends in May, September & October (12pm to 6pm) and are open everyday in June, July & August (Sunday-Thursday 12pm to 6pm, Friday-Saturday 12pm to 8pm). “

https://www.niagarafallsusa.com/directory/lakeview-village-shoppes/
Remains of Olcott Beach Hotel at Krull Park

YE’ OLD LOG CABIN

“Located on the north side of Krull Park,  this cabin is a museum honoring the legacy of The Niagara County Pioneer Association, a group dedicated to celebrating and preserving pioneer life on the 19th century “frontier” of Niagara County, NY.  

Each year this group hosted a picnic in the Pine Grove at Krull Park in Olcott Beach, NY. On August 8, 1888; with picnic attendance estimated at 10,000, the Association dedicated a Log Cabin to be their ceremonial home and store and display artifacts. 

The Log Cabin that stands today is a recreation of that cabin, and free and open to all, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, noon to 5pm, June 1 through September 9.

http://www.olcott-newfane.com/ye-old-log-cabin/20298837

ERECTED MAY, 1899,
*
UNDER THE AUSPICES OF 
S.B. KEMP POST,
NO. 108, G.A.R. OF OLCOTT, N.Y.
AND
PATRIOTIC CITIZENS,
IN MEMORY OF
74 DEFENDERS OF THE UNION,
WAR OF
1861 – 1865
FROM THAT PART OF TOWN OF
NEWFANE, NORTH OF YOUNGSTOWN ROAD *
OUR TRIBUTE:
WAY THEIR DEEDS OF VALOR
BE CHERISHED FOREVER.

Situated on one of the world’s truly great lakes

A very high Lake Ontario. The pier is almost completely submerged.

Steamer Chicora

SS Chicora was a passenger-and-freight steamer built in 1892 for service on the Great Lakes. Considered to be one of Lake Michigan‘s finest steamers, she was lost with all hands in January 1895. She is now remembered chiefly for being mentioned by Chicago writer Nelson Algren, in Algren’s prose-poem, Chicago: City on the Make: “Who now knows the sorrowful long-ago name of the proud steamer Chicora, down with all hands in the ice off South Haven?” as well as “Sunk under the ice in the waves off South Haven, sunk with all hands for good and forever, for keeps and a single day.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SS_Chicora
Once upon a time Olcott Beach was considered a premier destination for vacationers coming from Canada, NYC, Buffalo, Niagara Falls, Rochester, and Syracuse.

KRULL PARK

“The park, a whopping 325 acres, came about at the end of the 1800s when lakeside tourism was a lucrative business for the railroad industry. Krull Park was officially established in Olcott in 1937, and is home to many events throughout the year such as the Pirate Festival, Celtic Festival, the Labor Day Weekend Car Show, dog shows and many other family friendly events. In August, a series of Sunday afternoon concerts are successfully held every year. “

http://www.olcott-newfane.com/krull-park
A perfect place to BBQ with the family. One of the best views of Lake Ontario anywhere in the state.

San Francisco As I Saw It: A Photographic Montage of America’s most beautiful and enigmatic city

Photography and Text by George Cassidy Payne

The Golden Gate Bridge from the garbage bin of someone’s front yard. It was hard to tell if I was really trespassing, since about 8 other houses shared the same lot.
The streets are gloriously steep. Everywhere you walk, you can experience the sensation of being lifted by a struggle or pulled down by a victory. San Francisco itself-everything that it is built on and has come to represent in the American psyche- is a victorious struggle.
Did I mention the streets are steep! From the top of another side street in Frisco, I feel like I am towering above cars and cathedrals alike.
I stayed at the Green Tortoise Guesthouse, which is actually an old fashioned hostel. The guests spoke more German than they did English, and after midnight the giant ballroom turned into a music venue, as the room billowed with the gregariously smoky aspirations of travelers happy to be there.
A shot of San Francisco’s famous “Row Houses.” They are so perfectly impossible. This is the definition of what San Francisco means to me. It is a place that is a little bit sideways but always elegant. It doesn’t have to make sense in order to be cool. The city is, and always has been, a mecca for those who want to do things their own way, even if it every rule has to be thrown out the window.
Wherever you go, it feels like there is action. People are moving. There is a chill in the air as well, but things are happening at a fast pace. If you aren’t careful you will miss it.
What aspiring poet wouldn’t want to bop into this joint. One of the best used book sections I have ever seen!
San Francisco is also a seedy town. It will never relinquish its past-at least not entirely-of being a destination for miners and others looking to exploit the hidden pleasures of the earth. If you are seeking a place to see the wicked nature of greed, San Francisco is your place. It is not as salacious as Vegas or sultry as New Orleans, but in its own way, San Fran is the most hedonistic big city in the U.S.
There is something blurry about this one. I am a little blurry by now.
At first he wasn’t pleased with me taking his picture, but he let me do it anyways.
Of all the major U.S. cities, perhaps only Seattle has a more European flavor than San Francisco.
This armada of cyclists must have included 1,000 riders. I just happened to wander into this race. There’s actually no way to get lost there. You just get off the track you thought you were on and find something else that was worth going after.
San Francisco also has a reputation as an occult mecca for those seeking metaphysical answers. It is a city that feels close to being totally supernatural; and it would be if not for the vast physicality of the ocean and the human stories of fishermen who have faced the terror of nature without gods and spells.
It’s a food town, no debating that. The piazza is delicious. The fine dining is said to be exceptional, and places like Tommaso’s are world famous.
At this juncture I am tempted to seek out a little extra assistance. But I decide to keep walking. Not sure what I may have known about myself if I stopped for a reading.
This scene is what makes the city so comfortable. Flowers. Great lighting. The building’s exterior. People talking. Everything in its own place.
A city that defines cool.
An iconic image of downtown
San Francisco swagger. Is that guy flipping me off under his shirt? More than anything, it’s a livable city. The people are tough and the conversation is real. The people love it here because they can be themselves. If you want it, it has it. If you are trying to get away, San Francisco can be your escape. If you want to become famous or invisible, the city will allow you the opportunity. It is, after all, a land of opportunity. Jobs. Art. Conversation. Sex. Spirituality. Music. Living the life that you want and changing the world by changing the way you view it. That’s San Francisco. That’s the city I will always carry in my imagination. If I never get back, that is the San Francisco I will always remember.

World Renown Architect Left His Mark on Rochester

I.M. Pei, one of the world’s most iconic and prolific architects, has died at the age of 102.  Most admired for his innovative renovations at the Louvre in Paris and the Postmodern grandeur of the Bank of China Tower in Hong Kong,  Pei also left his fingerprint of genius on the Flower City. In 1976, just after he completed the John Hancock Tower, in Boston- and right before he finished the John F. Kennedy Library, also in Boston- he found time to erect the  Wilson Commons building at the University of Rochester. 

As a central location for campus life, Wilson Commons provides space for gatherings, performances, lectures, exhibits, leisure, play, and eating. Among its many impressive features, the six-story glass atrium, which is adorned with flags representative of that year’s student body country of origin, make Wilson Commons a public gathering space that models democratic participation and global unity. 

The building’s windows, for instance, exemplify the virtues of inquisitiveness and honesty that Pei strived for in all of his structures. It is, to speak poetically, a building that invites all who gather there to become a common body with a common purpose. The building itself is the torch but the people gathered within its walls are the torch igniters and torchbearers.

As Pei himself once wrote: “The essence of architecture is form and space, and light is the essential element to the key to architectural design, probably more important than anything. Technology and materials are secondary.”  

Wilson Commons brings together form, space, and light, in a way that both aesthetically inspires and is functional to the everyday affairs of an academic community.

In 1983, Pei won the Pritzker Prize, sometimes called the Nobel Prize of architecture. Simply put, he was not just a great architect, he was one of the greatest architects of all time.  As the world pauses to honor the passing of this architectural supernova,  this moment strikes me as an ideal opportunity for the citizens of Rochester to appreciate one of Pei’s buildings in particular, and the unique role it plays in the intellectual and cultural life of our city.

 Thank you I.M. Pei. Beyond words, any Rochesterian who cares about beauty and greatness will be humbled that you chose us.


George Cassidy Payne, M.A., M.T.S. Adjunct Professor of Humanities at SUNY Finger Lakes Community College

Wilson Commons at the University of Rochester River Campus (photo by George Cassidy Payne)

Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge: A bastion of Biodiversity in a world of waste

Photography and Text by George Cassidy Payne

Anyone who has monitored the escalating climate crisis was not shocked by the recent U.N. report that found that up to 1 million of the estimated 8 million plant and animal species on Earth are at risk of extinction — many of them within decades. The factors behind this dramatic collapse in biodiversity are myriad, but the bottom line is straightforward. “Protecting biodiversity amounts to protecting humanity,” UNESCO Director-General Audrey Azoulay said at a news conference about the findings.

With the report weighing heavily on my mind, I decided to take a day trip with the family to visit nearby Montezuma National Wildlife refuge.

Located at the north end of Cayuga Lake in the Finger Lakes Region, Montezuma contains 9,809 acres. It’s a little slice of heaven for birders and birds alike. It’s also an ideal place to go when you are feeling depressed by the current state of our planet. In a time when so many species are vanishing forever, Montezuma still feels bountiful. Two hundred and forty two species of birds, 43 species of mammals, 15 species of reptiles, and 16 species of amphibians can be found on the refuge for at least part of the year. 

Heron sculpture piece by the entrance


Montezuma provides resting, feeding, and nesting habitat for waterfowl and other migratory birds.

One of my all time favorite nature escapes situated in the middle of one of the most active flight lanes in the Atlantic Flyway. 
The marsh
Swallow feeders
Robin’s eggs on the observation tower
Two Canada Geese with ducklings
Mendon exploring by the Clyde River