The Hurricane Runner

Time eating hope away. Daylight receding into the darkest of nights. I see kids, and their broken toys.

Story and Photos by By Icarus Blake -

Tattered Nation Photo © Icarus Blake

“O the devil is loose.
He’ll be in town,
while paying his dues.
Make him an offer
that he can’t refuse.”
(Asha Puthli – The Devil is Loose)

The sky is patchy with menacing clouds. This devil concept bothers me. Is this the work of evil? I don’t believe it either. Inventions of the mind to sugarcoat the acceptance of horror. But my faith in pragmatism has begun to shake for a few years now. Is it the American flag? The last time I saw so many flags pinpointing the map of catastrophe was after September 11.

Mashed Mini Photo © Icarus Blake

“So much trouble in the world.
So much trouble in the world.
You see men sailing on their ego trip.
Blast off on their spaceship.
Million miles from reality.
No care for you, no care for me.
Now they sitting on a time bomb.
Now I know the time has come.
What goes on up is coming on down.
Goes around and comes around.”
(Bob Marley – So Much Trouble in the World)

Easy Bob, we aren’t done here yet. Not quite. Sure, we stirred up a lot of shit and it is coming back down on us now. But, where are we supposed to go? Even your island is sinking in the rising oceans. And how the hell did that red car end up under fifty feet of boardwalk? And those three people trying to shovel away the sand dunes in their street. Where do they get that kind of faith?

Debris Photo © Icarus Blake

“And I would give anything I own.
I’d give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
just to have you back again.”
(Bread – Everything I Own)

The guts of a house emptied outside. A tiger in the trash. Where was that tiger? In your living room? Did you glance at it every night before sitting on your couch to watch the news? Did your wife hate it and tell you to put it in the garage? Who are you? Are you alive? What is your life doing blown up in a pile of trash? Why you, and not me?

SOS Photo © Icarus Blake

“Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen.
Nobody knows but Jesus.
Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen.
Glory, Hallelujah!”
(Louis Armstrong – Nobody Knows the Troubles I’ve Seen)

Where is our hospital?, asks the wall of a former playground. Yes, for those who were here, nobody will ever know the trouble they have seen. I don’t agree with the Jesus line. Not even Jesus knows trouble like this. Because he died, and went back up to some five star hotel. These people, here in the Rockaways, went through crucifixion and survived. They are here. They bleed the memory each day.

Drift Wood Photo © Icarus Blake

Io vedo il cielo sopra noi
che restiamo qui
come se non ci fosse più
niente, più niente al mondo.”
(Mina – Il Cielo in Una Stanza = The Sky in a Room)

(I see the sky above us,
who remain here
As if there was nothing, nothing left in the world.)

It’s hard to run around here. The heart beats heavy and slows you down. The sky is in a room and the room is locked with fear. I see rubble beating on people. Time eating hope away. Daylight receding into the darkest of nights. I see kids, and their broken toys.

Post-Apocalyptic Play Place Photo © Icarus Blake

“Mama, put my guns in the ground.
I can’t shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin’ down.
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.
(Antony & The Johnsons – Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door [Bob Dylan Cover])

Nothing to take here, says the boarded window of McDonald’s. Yes, that sums it up. Nothing to have. Nothing to buy. Just the late whispers of the devil gone in a gust of wind. The wind once loved and now so feared. The sand once playful and now devastating like fire. The Rockaways, on this evening of incumbent winter.

Photo © Icarus Blake


Someone told me long ago, there’s a calm before the storm
I know; it’s been comin’ for some time.
When it’s over, so they say, it’ll rain a sunny day.
I know; shinin’ down like water.
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain,
comin’ down on a sunny day?”
(John Fogerty – Have You Ever Seen the Rain?)

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