Remembering Jay Starker

Jay Barry Starker
October 7, 1932 – July 26, 2012

Jay Starker was born in Brooklyn, New York in Oct. of 1932. He was part of the Bohemian group in New York’s Greenwich Village in the 1950’s. He continued his work in the arts as a ceramist, leather grinder, silver and goldsmith, musician and painter. He opened a shop in Sarasota in 1960.

“In every work the seeds of new thought are brought to bloom. To the extent that whatever comes forth is appealing to one’s senses, it becomes a welcome addition to our life inventory of pleasantries. The human race is continuing its ancient bent, and once again the art of this time represents what has successfully transpired plus the added magic of the “great manipulator.” I hope to be a part of this process in some small way that jubilance may be brought to one’s life.”

Some thoughts from me, his daughter India.

Since my local friends speak French and my friends elsewhere speak English I will write in both languages.

A great pacifist, my father. Dream number one was that the peoples of the world join hands and walk across the borders. It was way before the euro zone but when travelling from France to Italy or Belgium and passing by the abandoned buildings where there was once border control I think of his dream.

Another item on his mind was the interminable  Israel Palestine conflict. He said  they should become a single country (if we have to continue to put up with the damn notion of countries). Papa is the only pro Palestine Jew I know personally but there are others. He named the new joint country the *Republic of Abraham*.

On the same theme is the latin phrase that returns often in his work, Amor vincit omnia or Love conquers all. Maybe I first thought that it was agape or love of fellow humans he was referring to but now I see he probably meant all kinds are to be celebrated and eros was in mind when he wrote in 1969 concerning Enoch Powell,
“It’s just too bad that a West Indian maiden didn’t stop by and open the buttons on his fly.”
Or the suggestion that foreign troops in Afganistan marry the fantastic beautiful and intelligent local women.

Dad thought that as the races intermingle a lot of idiotic behavior would go away thanks to those bi-cultural kids.  No doubt!

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Puisque mes amis locaux parlent français et mes amis ailleurs parlent anglais, je vais écrire dans les deux langues.

Un grand pacifiste, mon père. Son rêve numéro un était que les peuples du monde se donnent la main et traversent les frontières pendant une longue promenade. C’était bien avant la zone euro, mais quand je traverse la frontière entre la France et l’Italie ou la Belgique et j’aperçois les bâtiments abandonnés où il y avait une fois le contrôle des frontières, je pense à son rêve.

Une autre préoccupation était l’interminable conflit israélo-palestinien. Il a dit qu’ils devraient devenir un seul pays (si nous devons continuer à vivre avec la putaine notion de pays). Papa est le seul Juif pro Palestine que je connais personnellement, mais il y a d’autres. Il a nommé le nouveau pays joint *La  République d’Abraham *. Il s’agit d’un projet nous avons encore à mettre en action.

Sur le même thème est la locution latine qui revient souvent dans son travail, Amor vincit omnia ou l’amour triomphe sur tout. J’ai du penser au départ qu’il parlait de l’agape ou l’amour de son prochain mais je m’aperçois qu’il voulais sans doute dire que tous les genres sont à célébrer et c’était eros qu’il avait en tête quand il a écrit en 1969 au sujet d’Enoch Powell,
“C’est dommage qu’une jeune fille hindoue n’est pas passée défaire les boutons de sa braguette …”
Ou la suggestion que les troupes étrangères en Afghanistan épousent les femmes fantastiques belles et intelligentes  de la région.

Papa pensait que avec le mélange des ethnies,  beaucoup de comportements idiots disparaîtraient grâce à ces futurs enfants bi-culturels. Forcément !

Amor vincit omnia 😉

October 2, 2010

It is a warm and sunny day in Sarasota. The human problems of life remain. The road I have taken is to create whatever I can of beauty and value and justify my existence to myself. The greatest joy comes from working on and perhaps completing a necessary project or originating a project in art, music, literature, or other field of endeavor. As the sun sets the work of the previous hours give respite to a restless soul until sleep sends it’s protective blanket for a while. There is much to be thankful for and hope reigns.

Lookin’ for a nip in the air

It;s August 14, 2010 and the goin’ is slow. Heat, and more heat comin’. For me, it’s do a little, rest a little, do a little more, rest and live in semi hibernation. The slow life is not something I’m used to. But what else is there Mr. Universe. Hot! hot! and hot some more. Tough it out says I. Bon soir—Jay

It’s “Watering” A Wee Bit

Although this has been dubbed the “rainey season” it is hardly that. Our thirsty plants yearn for more than the little they get. Remember their thirst when engaging in any extravagant water use. We need to share the little we receive. Today it rained a small amount. The plant world put it’s hands in the air. I wonder why the media considers hot, cloudless, days to be beautiful?

My family***

My business declined and I was forced to move by economic circumstances. The truest and dearest allies were my three children and their spouses. They contributed “sweat, blood and tears” and made their Papa feel like there was a divine force at work in the universe. No greater love is there in the universe than I experienced during these hectic days. Although the temperature was unbearably hot my children were hard at work, doing the things that had to be done. They made my new home possible and gave me the confidence to go on with my creations. In the end Hope and Love, when allowed in the door, are one’s most honored guests. Amor vincit omnia.

Wind

At least Sarasota is breezy. Ninety degree afternoons are simply too hot. Those of us flitting around must discern where the best places to hang out are. Mostly these are where the free breezes roam. Once and a while a human contact affords some comfort. This blog is dedicated to happy days—-in the face of whatever.

Simple and Easy

Piece of mind and stress free time are available when horrendously complex problems are not presenting themselves. We might need complexity on occasion but a constant overdose is not too healthy. The best part of life consists of comunion with nature, keeping in touch with the body and mind’s needs, enjoying the company of life’s creatures-be they plants or animals. Large problematic situations are recipes for mental and physical disasters. Solveable problems present pleasant challenges which are happily overcome. So**** Live in balance while you stay tuned in. Each precious moment has it’s gifts.

chatch

The world is full of hungry fish. All have no questions and simply “are.” Finding a place amongst them is not easy but do-able. If one thinks like a caveman and is at home with nature it might work out. Incidentally, what happened to compassion? It might appear again in a different costume. Keep your eyes open!!!

New Years Eve, 2009

If life were all that bad I wouldn’t be writing this. ’09 has awakened us. We are indeed fragile and dependant on each other to provide the means of exchange to function (money). The following might be helpful: 1–Be Humble  2–Give due respect to all life  3-Pay homage to those that came before and made the present possible. As you pursue your goals with the hope of success tread lightly so that your “footprint”  is not destructve  4–Keep Love in your heart for the forces of all the good things around  5–Enjoy every hour of life’s adventure as much as possible  6–Success equals Happiness  7–Give “Thanks” in your heart for all that you have and enter the New Year with gladness.       

Afghanistan-A Possible Solution

Foreign troops are in Afghanistan “strutting”. Noone likes to see military uniforms in their streets. So— Take off the uniforms and wear work clothes and stop making one’s self visible. Blend, blend, and blend again. Single male foreigners to this land who are available should consider marrying some of these beautiful, intelligent, and savvy women. A mindset of constuctive work is needed to feed the nation. The children produced will cause unbreakable bonds to be formed. All the politcal groups will become subordinate to the daily needs of these extra-ordinary people. New crops to feed everyone will be introduced. The picturesque mountains could become tourist hangouts for people that want to be in dramatically unusual places–etc.   etc. These diverse political elements will begin to realize that their greatest asset is the love between each other that turned into blind hatred. From humble beginnings, love’s spark will ignite the flame that will give Afghanistan a prestigious place in the sun and a degree of prosperity and comfort that will please it’s people.  Am I asking for the Impossible?