Monday, April 20, 2015
It is one of the most arresting sentences in modern English writing, encapsulating the jarring, claustrophobic terror of the individual under aerial bombardment, trapped on the ground, nowhere to run:
As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me.This is the opening sentence of George Orwell's essay, England, Your England, written in part at least, while Hitler's Luftwaffe flew bombing raids over London, dropping
Friday, April 17, 2015
Mercedes House is a hot new residential property in Hell's Kitchen. The building has a series of terraces on the diagonal part of what would look like a visit from Zorro if seen from a helicopter or plane: a huge inverted 'Z'.
Why didn't the architect go all the way and make the building in the shape of the tri-pointed logo of its namesake car seller next door? Musing on this, but finding no answers, last night I walked around and peered in the windows of Mercedes of Manhattan, a majestic folly to the magnificence of fast, beautiful, cars.
Seeing that discreet little 'V12' made me want to run inside, open the hood, and then watch and listen while someone turned the ignition key, pressed the starter, or perhaps it's best expressed as turned it on...
Then I had to go, but not before noticing that the car's companion, also in black, had its own little silver letters and numbers, but slightly longer: V12 TURBO
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
This is Sarah Grand. Who? I hear all two and a half of my readers crying out, thirsting to know more about this largely forgotten Irish feminist and writer.
Sarah Grand was born Frances Elizabeth Bellenden Clarke, in Donaghadee, County Down. She was married at 16,to a man 21 years her senior. Her experience of marriage, from her own teenage immaturity through childbirth and ultimately sexual estrangement from her bizarre husband, as well as what she learned from him during his career as a military doctor about sexually transmitted infections, led to her most successful novel, The Heavenly Twins, in 1893.
She changed her name to Sarah Grand, she toured the U.S., and here is why I put 'meow!' as my headline.
A copy of The Heavenly Twins rests in the New York Public Library: it is a copy once owned by Mark Twain. As he turned the pages, America's first and greatest funny man grew increasingly frustrated with la grande Grand, and scribbled copious notes in the margins, culminating with the comment: "A cat could do better literature than this."
Sunday, March 29, 2015
"Saturday night and we in the spot!
Don't believe me just watch!
Don't believe me just watch!
Don't believe me jush' wash' hey I said jush' watch! Watch me jusht you wash' me motherfucker, hey I'm not drunk I'm just you watch it buddy or gonna
Saturday, March 28, 2015
That was actually from over a week ago, and the 3° is in Fahrenheit, which is –16° Centigrade.
Thankfully, the weather is much milder today, and once again, spring is inevitable. In fact, yesterday as I walked on Fort Washington Avenue, the cheeps and chirps and hollering of the sparrows was almost deafening: how did so many survive this dreadful winter? One of the saddest sights was to observe a despairing pigeon pecking a hole in a garbage bag one day, to eat some rice.
Scenes from a tough winter: above, snow covers a section of Warinanco Park in New Jersey. The snow is completely hiding from view a sizable pond...
If the cold weather wasn't enough to drive people to buy warm coats... Throw in some New York neon...
Water towers, midday, 24 floors up, midtown, maybe minus 10 degrees...
This is Daisy, who never strayed far from the bedroom.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
As the late Seamus Heaney once said in a poem translated from Horace, "Anything can happen...", which is a truly unnerving thought. Really? Anything? Like... New Jersey turns into a doughnut, and is eaten by Governor Chris Christie? Or this, below, perhaps?
Anything can happen indeed... snow may persist through March, with freezing temperatures. Above, the Sunnyside Rail Yards, caked again with snow, on Saturday.
Even this stone carved lion in the Bronx, with its look of disgust and dismay, is tired of winter...
This van's driver may not be able to figure out where to park legally... but he or she certainly knows all about showing contempt of court.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
Monday, March 02, 2015
At Steinway Street subway station (or if you lisp, presumably, Thteinway Thtreet Thubway Thtation), another example of re-tiling that has occluded the station name...: S...WAY...
…and ST…Y… "Oh darling, didn't you hear? We moved to Queens, we live just by the Sty neighborhood... Oink, indeed!"