Strangely we awoke early today. I am sorry to say that I laughed when I first saw the footage of the hole where World Trade used to be. I just couldn't process it. There are war planes flying over the East Village.

We began our day on the roof, where neighbors had seen the first plane narrowly miss the Con Ed building on our corner and flew by so close that they could see the passengers inside. How do you comprehend this? Johnny and I went next went to St. Mark's Church where the stillness inside was a welcome relief from the panic on the streets. Walking back, we saw pickup trucks filled with former Masters of the Universe stuffed into the backs like refugees, leaving town.

For those of you far out of town who are trying to reach us - our phones are still out though we are getting some incoming calls. All cellphones seem totally jammed as well.

BTW Kitty may be stuck in Brooklyn tonight near Prospect Park. Please email me at daddy@mothernyc.com if you might have a place for her tonight should it come to that.

Godess bless - hope everyone here slept late and was nowhere near world trade. peace.

Strangely enough, I was awake, heard the initial explosion and a woman screaming hysterically on the street. And then the emergency vehicles. I got dressed and went downstairs and was crossing the street when the second plane hit. People were walking north with blood-splattered faces, their clothing shredded. Now, the silence down here is positively eerie, punctuated by the occasional siren, the drone of bombers overhead.

Hello,

Looking out my window, it is a beautiful sunny day.

The sky is so very blue. Although, if you stand on
first avenue, and look southward, you can see the
smoke in the sky.

All the hospitals are on alert. I am not allowed to leave. The chairs have been moved about in the patient waiting areas, so that hallways are lined with chairs.

They expect them to be lined with bodies. It is all so sureal. Life is about to change in such a drastic way. Just what the
consequences will be remain to be seen...Life will not be the same as we know it.

There is a blood center a block away. There are people lined up around the block to give blood.

There is a strange quiteness and calmness. We
anticipate the bodies to come here...Time will tell.


I am calm. Sad, but calm. I know I will be fine. I am so sorry that there are so many who won't.


Diane

It must be so hard Diane - we are all so lost today - I DO envy you one thing though - having a job to do. No one else knows quite what to do with themselves - except the odd poster who doesn't seem to have heard yet.

I have decided, like many others, to just stay online as much as possible -here and on The Well (where we have more than a decade of tragedies shared historically in this way) and urge you all to post about this when you are ready - there IS no precedent for what has happened here today and you are best en famille.

**************!!!!!!

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I'm with you in Rockland

where we wake up electrified out of the coma

by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the
roof
they've come to drop angelic bombs
the hospital illuminates itself

imaginary walls collapse

O skinny legions run outside
O starry-spangled shock of mercy
The eternal war is here...

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-Allen Ginsberg, HOWL (1955-6)

I've just returned from riding my bike downtown to see if I could see more than what's on TV. It just didn't seem real on TV. I was able to ride all the way to Church and Warren Streets. People seem in shock and out-of-their-bodies. The strangest looks on the faces of everyone I passed. Then when I returned to my neighbourhood by St. Vincents, the entire intersection was full of people standing, staring at the hospital. All the doctors and nurses standing by the entrance with stretchers and wheelchairs at the ready,. And then suddenly without warning the entire intersection of people ( me included, singing "God Bless America" at the top of their lungs. I cried.

for the victims who have lost theirs in the blast. I don't know of any other particulars.

We arrived last night from London and awoke to a bright sunny morning. Di walked off to work and I to my car. I heard the first reports at 8:45 I have been between tears and rage all day. I just want to hear from everyone that I know.

I will keep you all as posted as I am with whatever reports that I can get, including any info that I get from Di on the frontline.

my thoughts are constantly with the ones that we have not heard from.


T

++++++++++

Miami 2017


I've seen the lights go out on Broadway

I saw the Empire State laid low.

And life went on beyond the Palisades,

They all bought bright Cadillacs

And left there long ago.



We held a concert out in Brooklyn

To watch the Island bridges blow.

They turned our power down,

And drove us underground

But we went right on with the show...
(edited by Empress, too damn long)

B. Joel

[This message was edited by Chi Chi on 09-11-01 at 10:52 PM.]

i'm so far away but feel so close to it.
the tears keep coming.
especially when i think about kids whose parents went in to work there this morning.

SO GLAD to see a post from hatches who i know lives close by.

seeing your posts, hearing your voices is a GREAT COMFORT to me here on the other coast.

i love you and am praying for the victims and anyone affected by this. (i.e., all of us.)

here's my quote...
"take care of yourselves. and each other."
-j. springer

The update on donating blood-

They do need blood but cannot process and screen any more till tomorrow. They will need blood tomorrow, and the next day, etc. Some nearby collection points-

Metlife at 5th and 23rd
Bellevue hospital.

I don't think they want people at St. Vincent's though.

LOTS of stores here are closed - an average of two stores open on every block.

...and since one can't watch any more teevee...the best thing to do is to stay calm. Thus, I think it's time for a cocktail. Or five.

Love for those who survived, prayers for those who did not,

Minerva

I have been online all night, it is almost 9:30am here in Melbourne Australia. I have been frantically e-mailing and over-posting here of course. It's surreal, words fail me but tears keep comming. Yet I am numb. I wish the bars would open. God, ANY bar!

I feel too far away from you all. Thank Goddess for the MotherBoards.

A friend, Andrew Stellman, worked on the 77th floor in World Trade Centre 2. He didn't go to work today. Too close.

My thoughts are with you all. I think of Di. She e-mailed me from the hospital. My love and strength go out to her and to all.

The news in Australia is all about war. I am scared. I'm sure we all are.

love and healing,
Kylie

Please dial

1-800-933 blood
for info about blood donation locations.

Anyone anywhere please give blood. NYC is in dangerously short supply.

i don't know how i feel yet but i am numb.
my father woke me with a call before 9:00am.
i went out on the roof just after the second plane crashed.
rushed off to 28th street and park avenue (26th floor) where i saw the second tower fall.
i still can't believe it. i don't know if i ever will be able to.
i pray for all the people who lost their lives and their loved ones.
i pray for the people who did this.

i was hit hardest when i walked out my door this morning to huge crowds, some in suits covered in dust and all seemed to be calmly dazed.
i cried most of the day.

i was on location in Westchester today, having my cup of coffee and watching Good Morning America when at 8:50... in came the news... i live in tribeca, and it is now in shambles... the eerie thing is... that as of recently, i had taken to have my early morning walk to the Krispy Kreme at the WTC... [which i might have done on this sunny AM]... phone lines were down, TV stations went static, even channel 41 was adding an english version of the news... needless to say, shooting was at a standstill, as we all watched in horror as fellow New Yorkers jumped from 110 burning crumbling stories... i just got to a computer (it is after 11:30 pm now), and tried to call as many as i could during the day, to make sure everyone was ok.... if i haven't spoken or emailed you yet, email me at nycsaint@hotmail.com if you know me, so i know all is well...

From Santa Barbara, via email..

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To all my dear friends back east....
earthquakes, wildfires, and mudslides are acts of nature that while oftentimes quite devastating, the cause is somehow "acceptable" or even understandable.
the tragedies that took place this morning--- the most horriffic acts of human nature--- are beyond belief.
sitting out here in this eerily peaceful city, i feel like i have been watching a hollywood movie. there is a definite shift in the way things are that is no longer on the distant horizon, it is upon us. it is now within our individual and collective power to balance this shift with support and love....to go beyond what is in front of us and deliberately, persistantly ---stubbornly!-- search out the threads of hope......

those beautiful and positive energies i send to you now, wishing you well.
love,
salvatore / belladonna

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The actress and photographer, Berry Berenson, also the sister of Marisa Berenson and the widow of Anthony Perkins, was unfortunately on Flt 11 that was the second plane to hit the WTC. She was a very talented and beautiful person. I met her several times and found her to be a wonderful and kind person. I am sure that she will much missed by her friends and fans and family.

Contrary to previous reports, TriBeCa is not particularly in shambles; most of the devastation seems to be confined to an area south of Chambers Street. I did hear that the huge antenna that used to top WTC is impaled straight into the ground. I wonder if it's true; very Planet Of The Apes.
Canal Street seems to be a huge holding pen for earth-moving equipment. Cranes and flatbed trucks with concrete barriers on them are parked outside my window.
Last night they would not let me return to my apartment and had sealed off Manhattan below Houston Street on the west side; I had to sleep at TF's house in the West Village. Today, they let me through at Varick Street.
I did notice one lone tranny working the Meat Market, goddess love her; life goes on.

I'm an hour north of NYC, and was on the phone doing an interview with someone in the city when the news came in. We thought it was just a piper cub or some amateur-hour pilot making a small "whoopsie" into the building, and kept on talking. We just had no idea.

Happily, most of the tribe I'm in contact with has checked in, shaken and stirred, but OK.

Got the email that the show will go on tomorrow, and I'm depserate to come to the city to SEE people and connect. But if the area below 14th Street is still blocked off, I will have to settle for continuing to steer strong and hopeful juju everyone's way.

Please take care. xoxox

Together we weave Magical and truly beautiful Art. A Tapestry that is continuously Woven. We are threads of different colours. Some threads be shinier or darker hued. Flecks of gold and silver run through it. We weave this together. We weave the tapestry in revelry and happiness. Brought together together with all the pains and disappointments. We are healed by the weft that is the common experience.

Suddenly, this fabric of our shared consciousness is raveled. The Tapestry becomes frayed. The scattered threads grasp and try to find a purchase.
We seek the familiar. The understanding of this shared experience. we watch in isolation. we attempt to communicate what words cannot convey. We look for the thread we look to the loom. We seek out threads.

T


Digging in the rubble would be much more preferable than listening to the silence.

You kept me sane yesterday on the WELL, honest.

Thanks for that...BTW I've noticed that pretty girls are being granted a bit of leeway at the great ropes to Lower Manhattan that stretch out right at my corner - 14th Street.