Thursday, May 28, 2015
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Oh that's rich
I lost my memories to injuries but dreams drifted back like Caspar
The Friendly Ghost
I remember the so-called wasteland of Television. I saw a
cowboy ride from Death Valley Days and into the South Bronx as President Ronald
Reagan.
From his podium set upon rubbles of stones, he surveyed our
town and promised to change the wasteland of burnt out buildings. This is where
we had war games when I was a boy who wanted to be Captain America versus The
Nazis.
TV was our first drug of choice that made us go where one
has ever gone before…
I recall making a wish to write the Great American Novel by
living life like one. Be careful for what you wish for wishes have a way of
coming true in The Cyber Zone
My thanks to The New York Public Library for helping make
true a boy’s dream
Book them, Dano.
Poetfolio Copyrighted 2015 by Daniel Angel Aponte
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
heArt
Once upon a time, I was given homework to create a tour book
to draw sightseers around the world to The South Bronx. Rich and middle-class
students stared at me while the teacher turned white and nearly fainted. I’m
not joking.
I had a marketing problem.
Knowing that our town has been ethnic profiled, I wanted
celebrities that grew up in The South Bronx on police line-ups to advertise a
ballgame at Yankee Stadium.
Al Pacino is a natural for a police line-up unlike Supreme
Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor but up against the wall she goes with Colin
Powell and millions more because The Bronx is the only borough connected to the
mainland of The United States of America.
Fun Facts II: Did you know…We, The People were written by a
Founding Father who resides in The South Bronx where there is a high school
named after him?
I did my tour book at the NYPL that made true a childhood
dream to live life like a Great American Novel, one that reads like the science
fiction of a comic book.
I also think would be a great idea to get celebrities to
read books at our library
The End and here comes movie
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Help
Paradise Management In The South Bronx Of America
I saw light fall in shades of autumn gold as life support
for “the better angels of our nature,” Abraham Lincoln wrote the last words
like a whisper from the 18th Century.
I sat on a bench with a view of the Bronx County Courthouse
and Yankee Stadium until it was moved into a new ballpark. I have to steal home
base in a court of law.
I am as blank as this Win98 document I worked on to fill
with history for whomever it may concern in the year 2015 and beyond. Two
police officers saw me approach their squad car. One of the officers lowered
the window and asked what’s wrong. Blood was violently coughed up into an
oxygen mask as my life flashed by faster then the ambulance called by the
police. Lincoln Hospital was the next stop in heavy traffic.
“If you interfere with a city investigation you will be
arrested”, a city inspector warned a building manager who tried to talk me out
of having my mother’s apartment examined for violations. He left with several other
employees of Paradise Management. Two days later, my mother’s mailbox and
others were vandalized as if by explosives.
I used a friend’s cell phone to take pictures and filed
reports for criminal mischief and lost property at the Longwood Police Precinct
just four blocks away from home.
There’s something going on, I was told by our United States
Mail Carrier who told the superintendent to give my mother one of the mailboxes
that was functional. Response from management was to have the superintendent
rip out the damaged row of mailboxes and plaster hole while broken lobby door
went without repair for days.
Our mail service was disrupted. Expect delays or no delivery
of Healthcare notifications such as Medicare renewal forms, etc, etc and etc.
These are the keys to the mailbox and apartment on the other side of the
building they want your mother to move into, said the superintendent with a
grin
They wanted us to move in without a lease that wasn’t ready
I was told. Don’t know what to do but
I’m doing it. Like a Rubik’s Cube, I have to try to establish a pattern of
harassment. I’m shaken up like the poor people in Nepal evicted by earthquake.
I sighed, got up from a park bench and walked miles to keep
from homelessness while my mother prays like a child for help from God. I saw a
sign. I saw a wanted poster on a former tenant for criminal contempt of court.
I saw heavily armed police in the courtyard. They were
looking for a person of interest on the other of the building. He turned out to
be an employee of Paradise Management.
I suppose, like Jesus, we ought to give people a second
lease at life
Monday, May 18, 2015
Paradise Management In The South Bronx Of America
Paradise Management In The South Bronx Of America
I saw light fall in shades of autumn gold as life support
for “the better angels of our nature,” Abraham Lincoln wrote the last words
like a whisper from the 18th Century.
I sat on a bench with a view of the Bronx County Courthouse
and Yankee Stadium until it was moved into a new ballpark. I have to steal home
base in a court of law.
I am as blank as this Win98 document I worked on to fill
with history for whomever it may concern in the year 2015 and beyond. Two
police officers saw me approach their squad car. One of the officers lowered
the window and asked what’s wrong. Blood was violently coughed up into an
oxygen mask as my life flashed by faster then the ambulance called by the
police. Lincoln Hospital was the next stop in heavy traffic.
“If you interfere with a city investigation you will be
arrested”, a city inspector warned a building manager who tried to talk me out
of having my mother’s apartment examined for violations. He left with several other
employees of Paradise Management. Two days later, my mother’s mailbox and
others were vandalized as if by explosives.
I used a friend’s cell phone to take pictures and filed
reports for criminal mischief and lost property at the Longwood Police Precinct
just four blocks away from home.
There’s something going on, I was told by our United States
Mail Carrier who told the superintendent to give my mother one of the mailboxes
that was functional. Response from management was to have the superintendent
rip out the damaged row of mailboxes and plaster hole while broken lobby door
went without repair for days.
Our mail service was disrupted. Expect delays or no delivery
of Healthcare notifications such as Medicare renewal forms, etc, etc and etc.
These are the keys to the mailbox and apartment on the other side of the
building they want your mother to move into, said the superintendent with a
grin
They wanted us to move in without a lease that wasn’t ready
I was told. Don’t know what to do but
I’m doing it. Like a Rubik’s Cube, I have to try to establish a pattern of
harassment. I’m shaken up like the poor people in Nepal evicted by earthquake.
I sighed, got up from a park bench and walked miles to keep
from homelessness while my mother prays like for help from God. She makes me
think of Anne Frank in the attic. I saw a sign. I saw a wanted poster on a
former tenant for criminal contempt of court.
I saw heavily armed police in the courtyard. They were
looking for a person of interest on the other of the building. He turned out to
be an employee of Paradise Management.
I suppose, like Jesus believed, we ought to give people a
second lease at life
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Baci Baci Grazie Ciao Bella
May 12, 2015
To Corner View Residence 199 Lee Ave Suite 215
Brooklyn, NY 11211
Dear Sir or
Madam:
I am writing this letter on behalf of my mother, Carmen
Aponte, a senior citizen who resides at 540 Southern Blvd, apt 8B in regards to
lease renewal.
The mailbox she received her documents was vandalized.
No Social Security check meant any money for food,
medicine, Con Edison bills and the rent.
I used a friend’s
cell phone to take pictures of the mutilated mailbox.
Afterward, I made
a police report at the Longwood Station House.
The Postmaster was also informed.
A US letter carrier suggested the superintendent give my
mother one of the mailboxes that survived the vandalism. After I complained to
management, the superintendent gave me mailbox keys to apartment 35c that
management wanted us to move into without a lease.
They promised to give a lease later.
Without warning, Our mail service was disrupted again
when management gave Apt 35c to a Mexican family that changed the locks on the
mailbox. Said Mexican family had no
knowledge of our mail.
Is Corner View Residence aware that the front and lobby
doors of Building 540 have been vandalized several times? Aware of people smoking pot in the hallways
and lobby that has no security cameras?
Building 540 now houses families taken of city shelters.
We had problems with previous troubled families that
left faucets on and water come down into Apt 8B.
311 called the New York City Fire Department several
times.
My mother fractured her arm a few months ago. She is 85
years old and was in deep pain.
I was not thinking of lawsuit but ambulance to Lincoln
Hospital. She was bedridden for a few months.
The children that ran non-stop over her ceiling had me
complain to the new superintendent.
He knocked on the door to tell them that the noise
pollution was causing discomfort to the elderly tenant below. After that, water
fell again from the apartment upstairs into my mother’s bathroom.
We now have a home care attendant who can bear witness
to the mindless stampede upstairs.
Then we get a letter notifying us of eviction for
failure to renew the lease that we have sought.
The new superintendent would always hand deliver the rent receipts to my
mother
Why couldn’t the same be done with the form to renew her
lease?
Richard Liriario, an employee of Paradise Management,
called Carmen Aponte’s brother in Arizona to try to convince him to convince
his sister, Carmen Aponte, to move to another apartment.
Mr. Liriario promised a free cash offer in the thousands
of dollars in the event Carmen Aponte moves her belongings to another
apartment.
Her brother, a retired Arizona Correction Officer,
requested Mr. Liriario fax a copy of the lease to be examined by a lawyer. The conversation between Carmen Aponte’s
brother and Mr. Liriario took place months ago.
As of this date, Richard Liriario has failed to comply
with the request.
I am requesting that her lease to apt 8B be hand delivered
to Carmen Aponte.
This is my Mother’s Day card for her.
Sincerely, Daniel Angel Aponte
The world is a ghetto by war
May 12, 2015
To Corner View Residence 199 Lee Ave Suite 215
Brooklyn, NY 11211
Dear Sir or
Madam:
I am writing this letter on behalf of my mother, Carmen
Aponte, a senior citizen who resides at 540 Southern Blvd, apt 8B in regards to
lease renewal.
The mailbox she received her documents was vandalized.
No Social Security check meant any money for food,
medicine, Con Edison bills and the rent.
I used a friend’s
cell phone to take pictures of the mutilated mailbox.
Afterward, I made
a police report at the Longwood Station House.
The Postmaster was also informed.
A US letter carrier suggested the superintendent give my
mother one of the mailboxes that survived the vandalism. After I complained to
management, the superintendent gave me mailbox keys to apartment 35c that
management wanted us to move into without a lease.
They promised to give a lease later.
Without warning, Our mail service was disrupted again
when management gave Apt 35c to a Mexican family that changed the locks on the
mailbox. Said Mexican family had no
knowledge of our mail.
Is Corner View Residence aware that the front and lobby
doors of Building 540 have been vandalized several times? Aware of people smoking pot in the hallways
and lobby that has no security cameras?
Building 540 now houses families taken of city shelters.
We had problems with previous troubled families that
left faucets on and water come down into Apt 8B.
311 called the New York City Fire Department several
times.
My mother fractured her arm a few months ago. She is 85
years old and was in deep pain.
I was not thinking of lawsuit but ambulance to Lincoln
Hospital. She was bedridden for a few months.
The children that ran non-stop over her ceiling had me
complain to the new superintendent.
He knocked on the door to tell them that the noise
pollution was causing discomfort to the elderly tenant below. After that, water
fell again from the apartment upstairs into my mother’s bathroom.
We now have a home care attendant who can bear witness
to the mindless stampede upstairs.
Then we get a letter notifying us of eviction for
failure to renew the lease that we have sought.
The new superintendent would always hand deliver the rent receipts to my
mother
Why couldn’t the same be done with the form to renew her
lease?
Richard Liriario, an employee of Paradise Management,
called Carmen Aponte’s brother in Arizona to try to convince him to convince
his sister, Carmen Aponte, to move to another apartment.
Mr. Liriario promised a free cash offer in the thousands
of dollars in the event Carmen Aponte moves her belongings to another
apartment.
Her brother, a retired Arizona Correction Officer,
requested Mr. Liriario fax a copy of the lease to be examined by a lawyer. The conversation between Carmen Aponte’s
brother and Mr. Liriario took place months ago.
As of this date, Richard Liriario has failed to comply
with the request.
I am requesting that her lease to apt 8B be hand delivered
to Carmen Aponte.
This is my Mother’s Day card for her.
Sincerely, Daniel Angel Aponte
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Coin for the dead
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
LLAP
Is it the red wire I cut or is it the green wire?
gone like tears in rain
Midnight Summer Dream
War makes peace beautifully shine like The Hope Diamond
I died and went to Google Heaven. I have sword now.
I kill with the lies of art that tells the truth
This is the better angel of my nature
Here’s looking at you and we
Always have City of Lights
Bye The Hudson River
Of space/time
Big Bang
Murals For Other Planes Of Existence In The Universe Of
Inner Space
By Danny Angel Aponte of Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
LLAP
Is it the red wire I cut or is it the green wire?
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
My mom
May 12, 2015
To Horing, Welikson & Rosen, PC 11 Hillside
Avenue, Williston Park, New York
My mother, Carmen Aponte, a senior citizen who resides
at 540 Southern Blvd, apt 8B,receives hand delivered rent receipts monthly but
never did she get a lease renewal for her rent controlled apartment She was
offered a cash incentive of S500 and, later, larger amounts to move to other
apartments within the building and to another building on Burnside Avenue in
The South Bronx.
Prior to that, her mailbox was violated. It was wrenched
halfway out of the wall.
No mail service meant we were cut off from Social
Security. That meant no medicine, no food, no Health Care notifications, no
money to pay Con Edison and the rent. I reported the crime to the police
station on Longwood Avenue and went on to again complain to the
superintendent.
A US letter carrier suggested the superintendent give my
mother one of the mailboxes that survived the vandalism that occurred two days
after my mother was paid a visit by New York City housing inspectors that
warned Richard Liriario, a managing agent of the building, not to interfere
with an investigation when he tried to talk to me. He left apt 8B with several
Dominicans. Two days later, the mailbox was mutilated as if by an explosive. I
took pictures of the damage with a friend’s cell phone.
Later on, the
superintendent gave us mailbox keys to an apartment that Paradise Management
wanted us to move into without a lease (but forthcoming as promised by Richard
Liriario.)
I was told to move into an apartment that wasn’t fully
renovated and lacked refrigerator and stove.
Several weeks later, I talked to a Hasidim named Jacob on the lease, an
important document necessary in renewing State ID, health coverage etc, etc for
my mother and myself.
Jacob heard my concerns while an employee spoke in
Spanish on his cell phone several feet away.
About 18 minutes later, Mr. Liriario got out of his car
and surprised Jacob when he hand delivered to me a lease he wanted my mother to
sign right away. I took the lease to Housing Court where a female clerk advised
me against my mother signing.
After informing me of my mother’s rights and legal
services, she went to get the names of the owner of the building and the
managing company of building 540.
Following the advice of a staff member at the office of Senator Ruben
Diaz, I asked Mr. Liriario to get my name on the lease.
Apt unit 35c was given to a Mexican family that changed
the lock on the mailbox.
We were back to waiting for the post carrier to hand
-deliver our mail until she decided to give us a spare mailbox on the other
side of the building. But when she when she took vacations or became sick, mail
was misplaced by other mail carriers.
In one instance, a Social Security check was misplaced
in the office that overlooks the affairs of families taken out of homeless
shelters and into building 540. I was told by personnel that since my mother
and I are not part of the program they had nothing to do with our mail. I
caught up with the new letter carrier and he went into the office to retrieve
the check.
It was back to Mr. Liriario wanting us to consider other
apartments with the promise of free cash in the thousands of dollars. Mr.
Liriario talked long distance to Carmen Aponte’s brother, who served as a
correction officer in Arizona. Mr. Liriario tried to convince my uncle to
convince his sister to sign.
Mr. Liriario was asked to fax a copy of the lease for my
uncle’s lawyer to examine in Arizona. The conversation between Mr. Liriario and
my uncle took place several months ago.
As of this date, Mr Liriario has failed to comply with
the request to fax the lease.
It was back to being put through hell by Paradise
Management It’s back to been distressed by the sight of my mother act like Anne
Frank in the attic in Nazi Germany. We were made homeless in our home.
My mother is like a child. Every morning, she’s on her
knees praying to God to help us.
She has a bedroom corner view of the funeral parlor. I
want her last days to be peaceful. Instead, the Fire Department arrived after
midnight to see water coming down heavily into the bathroom.
This is not the first time 311 sent the NYFD for water
running down to the bathroom and kitchen ceiling with weaken cabinets, the
floor and my clothes in the closet were soaked. Part of the ceiling fell over
the entrance of the bathroom. Mr. Liriario saw the hole but it took nearly a
month to get it repaired.
The third time was the worse and NYFD couldn’t do anything
about the busted water pipe they found in an apartment above ours. The water
came down for hours.
Mr. Liriario got his workers to start repairs that have
not been completed as of this date.
To make things worse, my mother suffered a fracture to her
arm when she slipped on a rusted shower rod in the kitchen that should have
been discarded by workmen. NYFD medics to took us to Lincoln Hospital. I became
health care attendant 24/7 for 4 months helping her get out of bed slowly.
A week and some
days later, the stress got to me.
I approached two police officers in their squad car. One
of them asked what was wrong.
I coughed blood into the respirator mask in the ambulance
on the way to the ER at Lincoln Hospital.
I spent nearly 12 hours in a gurney in the time of the
Ebola scare in New York City.
I can’t die.
My mother is like a child. Every morning, she’s on her
knees praying to God to help us.
I request Mr. Lirario send one of his employees to
hand-deliver the lease and fix apt 8B.
It would be a belated Mother’s Day gift for Carmen Aponte,
my mother.
Thank you
Sincerely,
Daniel Angel Aponte
Danapontedaad@gmail.com
Monday, May 11, 2015
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Thursday, May 7, 2015
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I saw light fall in shades of autumn gold as life support
for “the better angels of our nature,” Abraham Lincoln wrote the last words
like a whisper from the 18th Century.
I sat on a bench with a view of the Bronx County Courthouse
and Yankee Stadium until it was moved into a new ballpark. I have to steal home
base in a court of law.
I am as blank as this Win98 document I worked on to fill
with history for whomever it may concern in the year 2015 and beyond. Two
police officers saw me approach their squad car. One of the officers lowered
the window and asked what’s wrong. Blood was violently coughed up into an
oxygen mask as my life flashed by faster then the ambulance called by the
police. Lincoln Hospital was the next stop in heavy traffic.
“If you interfere with a city investigation you will be
arrested”, a city inspector warned a building manager who tried to talk me out
of having my mother’s apartment examined for violations. He left with several other
employees of Paradise Management. Two days later, my mother’s mailbox and
others were vandalized as if by explosives.
I used a friend’s cell phone to take pictures and filed
reports for criminal mischief and lost property at the Longwood Police Precinct
just four blocks away from home.
There’s something going on, I was told by our United States
Mail Carrier who told the superintendent to give my mother one of the mailboxes
that was functional. Response from management was to have the superintendent
rip out the damaged row of mailboxes and plaster hole while broken lobby door
went without repair for days.
Our mail service was disrupted. Expect delays or no delivery
of Healthcare notifications such as Medicare renewal forms, etc, etc and etc.
These are the keys to the mailbox and apartment on the other side of the
building they want your mother to move into, said the superintendent with a
grin
They wanted us to move in without a lease that wasn’t ready
I was told. Don’t know what to do but
I’m doing it. Like a Rubik’s Cube, I have to try to establish a pattern of
harassment. I’m shaken up like the poor people in Nepal evicted by earthquake.
I sighed, got up from a park bench and walked miles to keep
from homelessness while my mother prays like for help from God. She makes me
think of Anne Frank in the attic. I saw a sign. I saw a wanted poster on a
former tenant for criminal contempt of court.
I saw heavily armed police in the courtyard. They were
looking for a person of interest on the other of the building. He turned out to
be an employee of Paradise Management.
I suppose, like Jesus believed, we ought to give people a
second lease at life
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Bullseye. Great work humans now who's going to watch your movies
Poetfolio Part 1
Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of
Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
Poetfolio Part 1
Saturday, May 2, 2015
I fixed Face Book so we can all go back to being self centered
Grazie
Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of
Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
LLAP
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