Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Lifetime Friend

A  L  O  H  A  !

"Keep true

 to the dreams 

of your youth. "


Friedrich von Schiller














Farewell Noodle  (what it is here: LINK )

" A loving person 

lives in a loving world.

 A hostile person

 lives in a hostile world. 

Everyone you meet 

is your mirror."


Ken Keyes















" You can't build joy

 on a feeling 

of self-loathing. "


Ram Dass

















Every August I post a tribute 

to a great friend,

a lifetime friend,

 that I lost a long time ago.



I never fail to think of him during his birth month,

 and smile at his "issues" about sharing it

 with National Clown Month!

You were no clown Carl.
I'll never forget you.


I was 15 in a new neighborhood.

The High School I attended was a big, modern red brick factory, a "good" school. But I found it rather dehumanizing.


While the Beatles sang, and I attended the first Earth Day in Philadelphia's Fairmount Park, my school was run by crew-cutted, career educators who believed in instilling certain values in the boys and girls in order to stem the tide of psychedelic social rebellion that they abhorred.



Criticism had not yet been supplanted by "self esteem."





Then I met a boy 

who lived a couple of miles away

 and attended another school,

 where he was the butt of abuse

 for being dark and quiet 

with amazingly expressive brown eyes.

Carl's House, Google Street View



The bullys loved to see
 pain register
 in those eyes
and they called him 
The Mexican.


He was actually Jewish,
 with a grandfather who had escaped
 poverty, sanctioned abuse, 
and a forced 20 year stretch 
in the Russian Army,
 by leaving Russia on horse back;
 and who had a picture of himself 
smoking a hookah with some sepia 
Turkoman traders. 

"Fuck the Czar" he always began
 when asked about those days.

 I cannot hear anything about the Czar 
on the History Channel or anywhere else 
without muttering "Fuck the Czar" 
under my breath in tribute to the old man.




One time, Carl (my friend)
 tried to shock grandpa
 by inviting him to smoke 
some hash with us.

"Hashish?! He asked incredulously.

"You want to smoke hashish!? - 

Hashish you EAT!!!!!"


We laughed about that for years.

Heck, I still do!




We were both carrying some baggage, OK, 
full baggage-cars FULL of baggage.

We hid out together in his bedroom 
and he taught me everything 
about classic films, though people called them
 "old movies" then, 
and they papered late night TV 
clotted with commercials.


He showed me the classic movie goddesses and heroes.
We learned about history, sociology, and culture.
Together we gasped at Busby Berkley's choreography,
and Cagney's style.


We especially loved the film noir of the 50's
 which spoke well to the lingering, sooty
 Philadelphia that we lived in.




Our lives entwined.




Sometimes we'd drive to Chinatown
 in his mom's Mercury at 3 am for Wor Shu Op
 (Pressed Duck) at the old South China on 10th street.
 One night, Jerry Stiller (Frank Costanza LINK) walked in
 to get take out; he was performing in town 
with his wife: Stiller & Meara. 
Their kid, Ben, was in footsie pajamas - 
not comedy movies - back then.










Carl and I learned about life together. 
We grew up
 a bit.

"Your boyfriend's gay" 
my helpful parents pointed out. 





Eventually, Carl graduated, went to college,
 and moved to New York City
 as he had always dreamed. 

He was a professional sign language interpreter
 in the courts - learning everything
 about a fascinating reality.


He was free of his abusers,
 had respect, 
and had learned to respect
 himself.

It was the best time ever
 to be a gay man:
The 1970's in Manhattan!



He was so excited 
when they asked him to be
 one of the first sign language interpreters
 to perform on the front 
of the Broadway Stage.

There he was in the playbill!


Chopinsky had been shortened to Chopin.



He was beautiful, sought after, 
and sharing the stage with Tommy Tune,
 Honey Coles and
 Twiggy 
in "My One and Only."
Just one of many productions
 that featured him.



During intermission,
 the hearing audience 
was buzzing about how they
 couldn't take their eyes off
 the guy signing.


And Tommy Tune 
was dancing at his peak then!




Then lots of guys started to get sick.



Carl's kidneys failed and he went on relief
 and on dialysis.
His outer beauty (so important to us then)
 dimmed - but his soulful eyes
 grew only richer and deeper.
I can close my eyes 
and look into them still.



I visited him before moving to Hawaii.

But we would always stay close.



So much of each other, 
so many memories and landmarks 
shared. . . .


Carl died in the AIDS epidemic.



A famed psychic 
once told me that two friends 
who have passed 
accompany me through life.


Perhaps I'll tell you about 
the other friend on another occasion.
But I know the one of them
is Carl.




We used to say:

 "If I close my eyes, you are still there.
There is more to our friendship
 than what can be touched or heard."


So true.



I often wonder how middle-aged me 
looks to forever young 
and handsome Carl. 
Some day we'll laugh about it.




If your friend(s) of adolescence 
are still in this world,
 call them today. 

Tell them Carl and I 

say "Aloha."

You can read more about our times here: LINK


A L O H A, True Friend
                                                cloudia


37 comments:

the walking man said...

It is good that Carl made fools of his abusers by becoming himself.

eViL pOp TaRt said...

It was such a touching tribute to your friend Carl. I am sorry he had such pain in growing up; but he triumphed by becoming himself.

Aloha Carl, and peace!

Cynthia said...

A beautiful tribute to your friend. Kids can be so cruel. Thanks for sharing.
I love the photo with the cat!

Mert said...

Super!
Kafa Dergi'ye ve Ters Düz'e beklerim. :)

Brian Miller said...

what a story of carl...i am glad he found himself...and how his friendship also impacted you...love that quote on the mirrors as well...
def a fav post here...smiles.


aloha from va

Charles Gramlich said...

Amazing tribute. I felt your emotions in this one. Am sorry I didn't get to know him.

Adam said...

I liked the tribute, especially the czar part

Anonymous said...

Mahalo for being Carl's friend; his spirit is definitely hanging with you. Look at your sky photo today: like a layered mixed drink, the ocean waves are floating on top of the layered sunset. Stunning!
Glad the noodle is out of the soup. DrumMajor

TexWisGirl said...

so very sweet that you got to share time with this wonderful soul.

Daryl said...

such a beautiful tribute

Cloudia said...

Thanks.

I love each of you

Mama Zen said...

This is beautiful beyond words, Cloudia.

Hilary said...

I love this tribute to your dear friend, Carl. What a beautiful and lasting memory he leaves with you. I'm so sorry that you lost him .. though clearly, he is with you still. Thanks for sharing him.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Such terrible times Cloudia - I am so sad both for you and for your friend.

Teresa said...

Beautiful and amazing...

EG CameraGirl said...

What a fabulous tribute to your friend Carl!

Filip and Kristel said...

Great second picture Cloudia.

Greetings,
Filip

Lori Skoog said...

A great tribute to Carl. You two must have had some very good times!

Anonymous said...

Ah, yes, I see Pixie Kitty meditating, or is she thinking about lifting the barbells? DrumMajor

ANITA said...

Beautiful Cloudia:))

Elephant's Child said...

Oh sweetheart. No-one is gone while they are still remembered, and thanks to you Carl is still with us (and you). A beautiful, beautiful post. Thank you.

Sandy Carlson said...

I remember your previous tributes to Carl. Beautiful. Warm. Kind. A great reminder to be warm and kind. My heart reaches out for you.

Myrna R. said...

Cloudia, such a close friendship cannot end. He really must be accompanying you, he is part of you. Thank you for sharing this with us.

rupam sarma said...

Great tribute.
Thank for the post.
Greetings from Assam, India

Cloudia said...

Your comments
humble,
comfort,
delight me.

Thanks for being my friends

Jim said...

Beautiful shots.

Cloudia said...

Thanks, Jim

Bob Bushell said...

Nice pictures, especially the first one, superb.

Tolga Çağlar said...

it's a very beatiful post. thanks

Jackie said...

Beautiful tribute to your friend.
Congratulations on POTW.

TexWisGirl said...

came back to say congrats on your POTW!

Out on the prairie said...

A true friend never leaves our heart, Very nice

Daryl said...

congrats on a POTW

Cloudia said...

Thanks, you four dears!

The Chicken's Consigliere said...

Love this. Those Lifetime Friends...I have one. I think of them as infinite friends because if there are other places we all go, I am sure they will be there. Congrats on your POTW.

gordon jensen,md said...

I will follow U
gordon

Cloudia said...

Aloha, you two!