Christopher Luna by Alisha Jucevic for the Columbian
Christopher Luna by Alisha Jucevic for the Columbian
Thursday, July 30, 2020
Saturday, July 25, 2020
HIS FINAL WORK AND LAST WORDS by Christopher Luna July 20, 2020
His final work and last words by Christopher Luna July 20, 2020
Sunday, July 12, 2020
Saturday, July 11, 2020
Saturday, July 4, 2020
Celebrate Like You're Running Out of Time, a Birthday Poem for Greg Luna (restored, with Angelo's photographs of the hawk that visited)
Sarah Wood with her painting of the hawk that visited us (see below)
Celebrate Like You’re Running Out of Time
A
Birthday Poem for Greg Luna
Dedicated
also to Angelo Luna,
Toni
Lumbrazo Luna,
&
Lin-Manuel Miranda
1.
separated from his love
Angelo studies
stoicism
obsesses over
stats
keeping an eye on
the latest
from the WHO &
the CDC
to tell him where
his head is at
perhaps his
studies will lead him
to develop the NYC
grit
his mother denied
him
when she tore us
from our home state
so that she could
spend her days hiding
all I know is I
admire him
I must respect his
wishes
regarding our time
outside the house
he’s keeping us
all safe
and in return I
enjoy
the gift of time
with him
it’s all we have
in the end
2.
lockdown inevitably changes one’s perspective:
I now realize that
I suffer from
self-created
ego-driven
paranoia
all of which are
illusion
and a colossal
waste of my
limited time on
this earth
or that I spend
too many moments
worrying about
bullshit
being isolated
from family &
friends
(since late 2001)
has forced me to
reconsider
my concept of both
freedom & independence
meanwhile
the world burns
and an evil thug
has his rich knee
on the neck of
our democracy
3.
on this day when
independence from monarchy
is reduced to a
mindless, heartless, nutrition-free
cartoon of
patriotism
I marvel at you
my brother
an anomaly
in our contentious
family:
a truly peaceful
person
and the only one
able to
broker peace
when shit goes
down
wish I had an
ounce of your ease
to soothe my
troubled mind
it is as if the
spirit of our grandfather
his tranquility the quiet power
of his equanimity
had leapt into you
so that you might
embody
the harmony
this energy
affords
I love you for it
4.
yesterday as we
watched Hamilton
crying &
laughing & experiencing
a resurgence in
our love for the republic
a hawk appeared
suddenly on our back fence
& everything
froze—you should have seen it
yellow & red
& ferocious majestic
& completely
indifferent to our petty worries
we caught a brief
glimpse of true freedom & realized
how
lucky we are to be alive right now
Photos by Angelo Luna
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