Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, Store in the Rain, 1927 Now that I’ve wasted five years in Manhattan life decaying talent a blank talking disconnected patient and mental sliderule and number machine on a desk autographed triplicate synopis and taxes obedient prompt poorly paid stayed on the market youth of my twenties fainted in offices wept on …
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural …
Charles Angrand, The western railway at its exit from Paris, 1886 Railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near the switchman’s shack. A flower lay on the hay on the asphalt highway – the dread hay flower I thought – It had a …
Jeremy Mann, Manhattan Nights, 2013 It is the moon that disappears It is the stars that hide not I It’s the City that vanishes, I stay with my forgotten shoes, my invisible stocking It is the call of a bell. E’ la luna che scompare sono le stelle che si nascondono, non io. E’ la …
William Johnson, New York skyline at night, 1943 Dawn’s orb orange-raw shining over Palisadesbare crowded branches bush up from marshes –New Jersey with my father riding automobilehighway to Newark Airport -Empire State’sspire, horned buildingtops, Manhattanrising as in W.C. Williams’ eyes between wire trestles –trucks sixwheeled steady rolling overpassbeside New York – I am heretiny under …
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