Vulgar of manner, overfed, Overdressed and underbred; Heartless, Godless, hell's delight, Rude by day and lewd by night… Crazed with avarice, lust and rum, New York, thy name's delirium.
The Empire State, a lonely dinosaur, rose sadly at midtown, highest tower, tallest mountain, longest road, King Kong's eyrie, meant to moor airships, alas.
East Side, West Side, all around the town, The tots sang "Ring-a-rosie, London Bridge is falling Down; Boys and Girls together, me and Mamie O'Rorke, Tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York.
New York is at once cosmopolitan and parochial, a compendium of sentimental certainties. It is in fact the most sentimental of the world's great cities - in its self-congratulation a kind of San Francisco of the East
Is a newspaper prints a sex crime, it's smut, but when The New York Times prints it, it's a sociological study. [Adolph S. Ochs - Publisher New York Times]
Probably everything in my life comes back to a feeling of abandonment, and this city never abandons you.
The city is the size of a country, but has been operated like a candy store.
To people from 'Brooklyn-Brooklyn' North Brooklyn is really just South Queens.
Situated on an island which I think it will one day cover, it rises like Venice from the sea, and like that fairest of cities in the days of her glory, receives into its lap tribute of all the riches of the earth. - Frances Trollope (1827)
New York is a granite beehive, where people jostle and whir like molecules in an overheated jar. Houston is six suburbs in search of a center.
Tick Tock, The sun fell down; Ding Dong the moon took a peek, Ring Ding, It's Harmonizing my Insanity
The worst things always happen at night, and oftener than one would think on stormy nights. ("The Compensation House")
I can see lights in the distance trembling in the dark cloak of night Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing a waltz on All Souls Night.
A night of exhilaration, of boredom and terror, in which the merest of sounds took on other forms - grew large in the expanse of darkness. After several hours the sheep gradually stopped calling to each other from accross the river banks, and a britt...
I ran from them. Nights, yellow lights scoured sand. What was ever found but women in skirts folded around the men they loved that Friday? No one found me. And how could that have been, here, where even botanical names were recorded and small roads m...
It should not be a surprise, even if it is not expected, if a shadow dances among the leaves, a face appears (or seems to), even a community of phantoms from the past. Here you will find answers, questions, and a host of stories.
I see the old even as I am looking at the new--the storefronts now occupied by up-to-date boutiques and trendy retail shops. It's almost like being in two places at the same time.
A part of my appreciation for the good which moments bring has come from awareness and recognition. But it has also come from a correspnding sadness which arises from their passing. When something that can never quite be reenacted comes to an end (an...
Nostalgia não é saudade. sim, são sinonimas, mas "sinônimo" é o mismo que "semelhante" e não "idêntico" "Idêntico" é cem por cento "igual", enquanto que em "semelhante há pelo menos um percentual minimo de "diferente", de cualquier maneira ...
Aegean Islands 1940-41 Where white stares, smokes or breaks, Thread white, white of plaster and of foam, Where sea like a wall falls; Ribbed, lionish coast, The stony islands which blow into my mind More often than I imagine my grassy home; To sun on...
This sweet-bitter scent Is still making me faint Enduring the pain That makes me insane. Trying to smile everyday To hide the feelings I bear Hide in bed and lay Praying to ease the fear. The scent of perfume Is the reason of my consciousness It wake...
