1. 11:01am Jan 20th 2012


    reblogged: 
    wnyc

    wnyc:

Extend NY  - the Manhattan grid extended to every point on earth. Super cool and a reminder that, yes, everything should be considered in relation to NYC. (by @hrldcpr)
-Jody, BL Show-

    wnyc:

    Extend NY  - the Manhattan grid extended to every point on earth. Super cool and a reminder that, yes, everything should be considered in relation to NYC. (by @hrldcpr)

    -Jody, BL Show-

     
  2. each encounter was like a poem he instantly memorized.
:: jonathan franzen

    each encounter was like a poem he instantly memorized.

    :: jonathan franzen

     
  3.  
  4. [4am on 4th avenue; a daily news truck honks]
    no. daily news is lame. you can only honk at me if you’re the new york times.
    — norma. my best friend.
     
  5. i think this city is full of people wanting inconceivable things. :: john dos passos, manhattan transfer

    i think this city is full of people wanting inconceivable things.
    :: john dos passos, manhattan transfer

     
  6. prospect park

    prospect park

     
  7.  
  8. suppose that
	everything that greens and grows
should blacken in one moment, flower and branch.
i think that i would find your blinded hand.
suppose that your cry and mine were lost among numberless cries
	in a city of fire when the earth is afire,
i must still believe that somehow i would find your blinded hand.
	through flames everywhere
	consuming earth and air
i must believe that somehow, if only one moment were offered,
   i would
	find your hand.
i know as, of course, you know
	the immeasurable wilderness that would exist
	in the moment of fire.
but i would hear your cry and you’d hear mine and each of us
    would find
	the other’s hand.
		we know
	that it might not be so.
		but for this quiet moment, if only for this
		     moment,
and against all reason,
	let us believe, and believe in our hearts,
	that somehow it would be so.
	i’d hear your cry, you mine—
		and each of us would find a blinded hand.

:: tennessee williams

    suppose that
    everything that greens and grows
    should blacken in one moment, flower and branch.
    i think that i would find your blinded hand.
    suppose that your cry and mine were lost among numberless cries
    in a city of fire when the earth is afire,
    i must still believe that somehow i would find your blinded hand.
    through flames everywhere
    consuming earth and air
    i must believe that somehow, if only one moment were offered,
    i would
    find your hand.
    i know as, of course, you know
    the immeasurable wilderness that would exist
    in the moment of fire.
    but i would hear your cry and you’d hear mine and each of us
    would find
    the other’s hand.
    we know
    that it might not be so.
    but for this quiet moment, if only for this
    moment,
    and against all reason,
    let us believe, and believe in our hearts,
    that somehow it would be so.
    i’d hear your cry, you mine—
    and each of us would find a blinded hand.

    :: tennessee williams

     
  9. a thousand sharpened elbows in the underground

    a thousand sharpened elbows in the underground

     
  10. “then, too, the arrival in brooklyn brings with it a drop in sophistication and tension (manhattanites often equate the two) that registers immediately in the body. i have experienced it myself as a kind of decompression: a weight lifting from my shoulders. the low-rise streetscape, compared to manhattan, is like going from a tense verticality to a semiprone position”
:: philip lopate, brooklyn the unknowable

    “then, too, the arrival in brooklyn brings with it a drop in sophistication and tension (manhattanites often equate the two) that registers immediately in the body. i have experienced it myself as a kind of decompression: a weight lifting from my shoulders. the low-rise streetscape, compared to manhattan, is like going from a tense verticality to a semiprone position”

    :: philip lopate, brooklyn the unknowable