PICTURES of OTHER things: September 2007

Sunday, September 30, 2007

'The old guy was ranting. He had been walking the street. Now, leaning on a building, he was loudly exclaiming: "I have seen it! I saw it! Up there! One Luna Moona!"'

Saturday, September 29, 2007

'Dear Judge Markham - The circumstantial evidence, it would seem, is not turning my way.'

'There was no mystery to the assurance of your presence : I was wandering around, and everywhere I went was a parcel of your existence. Every little thing seemed possessed of it.'

'In the cool evening air, where I was dreaming of Washington Irving.'

Saturday, September 22, 2007

'Outside the cast of God, there was no one waiting in the wings.'

Monday, September 17, 2007

'My mysterious doorway - I lived within it and stayed there, precluding every other form of exposure for me.'

'A similitude of history, a mad jumble of fifteen thousand different things.'

'It was your marathon of love that kept me waiting.'

Friday, September 14, 2007

'Yes, well yes. It translates as 'I am what I say I am'. Do you see?'

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

'Mistaken gravity had led me to someplace else. "No, no" you said, "it was not that at all"'.

'Whorls of animadiversion - something I wanted to think about.'

'I wondered : can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?'

'Like a dream, of endless proportions; an idea of wide-open space.'

'The utility of my escape bore all the earmarks of running TOWARDS you instead.'

'I was running somewhere, out of control in a sidelong carom.'

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

'I was at the edge of the land, 'midst reeds and thatches, and just past me, gliding majestically down the Hudson, was a cruise ship, heading out to sea and crammed at its tops with people waving back to shore. The strange ship had left its berth from a nearby, uptown pier. I stayed alone, unseen, in the marshes.'

'My mainstay, and my appeal - innocuous, to nothing, and meaningless too? Ah, but I hoped not...'

'A vehicular traffic both annoying and minuscule - some friends on a side street, just looking back.'

'It was some kind of crazy memory - too far gone to mean anything and something, for sure, which had disproved itself a long time ago. All I saw now were cheap sentimental photos and slick wiry words.'

Sunday, September 09, 2007

'...Like some voracious monster, just chewing up the scenery.'

'It would be fair to say I didn't always know what it was I was looking at.'

'To tell you the truth, sometimes my city wanderlust went only as far as 28 King.'

'The dictum was that there'd be nothing not forthcoming - words off an old portico notwithstanding, or decision from an old industrial warehouse front. With that, we had to live.'

Saturday, September 08, 2007

'I was alive, I realized, in an amazing time of leftover old windows, formations of color and light, and some form of dimensional metal no longer seen. For that alone, I felt better.'

'Out back of Cooper Union, the old stairway beckoned even from a distance. I remembered where Mr. Lincoln had been, out front.'

PICTURES of OTHER things

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Monday, September 17, 2007

Friday, September 14, 2007

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Saturday, September 08, 2007

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