My Blood Red Moon

Blood Red MoonA couple of out-of-town visitors from Vineland crashed here last night, the night of the celebrated Blood Red Moon. We ate dinner at the Bagdad on Hawthorne, walked around the blocks, checked out the absurdly named “Goodwill on Hawthorne” (gentrified thrift shop), and headed up to Mt Tabor to view the moon.

A month or so ago, I watched Ang Lee’s film “Taking Woodstock.” When we got up to Mt Tabor, the film came back to me. The crowds up in the park reminded me of the famous concert scenes: lines of cars, people walking, bicycles, strollers, guitars hanging from shoulders, something celebratory in the air – the moon, though not yet; as it happened, someone exaggerated how early the first views over the Cascades would open, and some people had apparently waited a couple of hours for the show to start. But what the hey; it was a free concert.

We drove up from the west, past the cinder cone, around the upper swings, and over to the east side road that up rises from 69th. We might have been in line at Woodstock. The road was moon-jammed. The east-side picnic area looked like the media corral at Cape Canaveral. There were tripods with exotic if not phallic telephoto lenses. People were spread out on blankets, enjoying a bottle of wine, coffee from a thermos, bread and cheese and apples and grapes, on lawn chairs and beach chairs, reading, talking, watching, people sitting on the picnic benches and on top the tables, people crowded along the paths, clustered together in spots where the views of the Cascades open up through the near tree tunnels, no shortage of dogs, tail gates open, everyone gazing east, anticipating the moon on the clear evening, a touch of fall mist rising off the distant mountain range. In short, it was a party.

By now, you probably have seen a picture of last night’s Blood Red Moon, if you didn’t take your own, so I won’t bother posting the one I took (instead, I’ve included my photo of the moon marble on a blood red bell). Never before has the moon been snapped by so many cell phones on a given evening, and it won’t happen again, I heard, until 2033. Everyone I talked to had calculated how old they will then be, a math problem I did not want to contemplate.

Back down on 69th, the Line 15 bus was unable to make the turn east from Belmont, was stuck fast diagonally between lines of an overflow of questionably parked cars, and traffic was being diverted. A tow truck arrived with red lights flashing. The night was darkening, the Blood Red Moon rising, gradually turning white, everyone in the streets, watching, Woodstock wonky-like. I’m thinking tonight I might walk back up into the park and see if there is still a moon.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. philipparees says:

    Thanks. You saved many of the journey by taking us there! Eclipse tonight? Here’s one I baked a few years ago

    Eclipse

    Tick moon gorging on blood from the sun
    proceeds to suck dark the impervious sky.
    Blushes under scrutiny, slowly winks, shutters half an eye.

    Blind to waistcoat watches, eluding expositions…
    Slicing its oyster along, along
    the incessant speculating tongue. Far out

    novice stars, newly born, flicker excitedly.
    Dim television drones on; ‘new initiatives,
    forty wounded, fifteen dead’.

    The Virgin kneels to annunciation, accepts
    a necessary puberty and the cowl.

    Darkness in the grace of yes.

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    1. Joe Linker says:

      Yes, that’s it, exactly, the same moon, different sky, an announcement of something, of darknesses, and graces, and yesses, each of us in our own places, watching, maybe writing, speculating.

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  2. Collective rituals … they promise intensity… fill a lack.
    No Mt Tabor here, and being without tribe these days, I only had a faint-hearted intention to watch, but slept through 3 am. Did a photo of the supermoon through a redish curtain, hours before the real red. Might post it on Twitter.

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    1. Joe Linker says:

      Oh, yes, must post and share the Red Curtain Moon!

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  3. I always feel a little guilty that I never made the effort to watch it! Caught the tail end not realising the peculiar darkness was the eclipse not clouds! 😂

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