Poet Edwin Torres Reading at Parachute: The Coney Island Performance Festival at the New York Aquarium. Photo © Edward Hansen
If you’re looking for something to read on this rainy, “as summer into autumn slips” kind of day, ATZ recommends this poem by Edwin Torres. The autobiographical “Coney Island 1969” was written especially for Parachute: The Coney Island Performance Festival. Torres debuted the poem on September 12, the first night of Coney’s Island’s first annual performance festival. The Alien Stingers exhibit at the New York Aquarium proved to be an inspired setting for the event as the parachute-like jellyfish danced in the water behind the human performers. Now if you’re looking for somewhere to go on a rainy day, ATZ recommends the Alien Stingers at the Aquarium, which is open year round. The adult jellyfish is called the “medusa.” How poetic is that?
CONEY ISLAND 1969
My father was the manager of Nathan's Hot Dogs on Coney Island
A memory inside a beach ball
My cousin reaching below the surface
Water in my lungs
Gagging
Blue sky
Technicolor white
Where skin should be
My father watched me walk the cracks
From our bedroom window
In the Bronx
Asking me
What I thought I was doing
How a line is straight when you walk it
How a man knows exactly where to go
My father took us to Nathan's at Christmas
Company party
Santa
A thousand presents for each and every child
The boardwalk was cold
The rides empty
Coney Island winter
You had to warm your fingers
By hiding them from the ocean
My father gave us hot dogs and fries
Between his affairs
He gave me animals
To show his love
I had a beagle, a turtle, 3 guinea pigs and 2 java rice birds
I loved them
So I loved my father
My father took me and my two sisters to the Statue of Liberty
He told me it was made of Limburger Cheese
I loved him
He never hit me
He never hugged me
I had to walk straight
That's what he told me
When I visit my father
At St. Raymond's Cemetary
I find his gravestone
I have a son I tell him
Winter is our time
When he left
When all those presents at Nathan's were opened
All those families
My father towered over me
Laughing in his eyes
You're my little man he'd say
From up there
The bumper cars
The mirrors
All those reflections
a location's intuition
will be to remain
long enough to be found
in a relationship with scale
the chance to leave
will follow its pull
calling to catch
what will does
to weight
My father was never Coney Island to me
He never knocked on the door
That morning in the Bronx
My mother didn't open
No cops told her nothing
She didn't hide her face in her hands
No silent tears
cover her mouth when she snore
No floor I play my indians on
No roller coaster tell me no turn
No question come from long legs
No mean kids
No skinny mirror
My father had yoga thumbs
Look what I can do I'd say
Leaning out just far enough
To make you catch me
-Edwin Torres ©2009
Jellyfish in the Alien Stingers Exhibit at New York Aquarium, Coney Island. Photo © Charles Denson
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