The world shrinks And life expands It’s funny the way things work Everything we go through Gives us a new chance to learn Everything is fuel Let it burn
Tag Archives: sketch
Specificity
It was the specificity of the dream that disturbed me most. Dreams, after all, are supposed to be wispy things, easily attributed to vague impressions and hungers of one sort or another. This one was different. We were dancing, which was odd, as we were never much for dancing. Maybe the dancing symbolized something else.Continue reading “Specificity”
CitySketch: Trees
The trees of the city – not the ones in the parks but the ones in the sidewalks and courtyards, surrounded by concrete – watch over us the way our elders always have, with understanding and indulgence. They say, “It is possible to survive even the strangulation of your roots.” They say, “Make a homeContinue reading “CitySketch: Trees”
CitySketch: Lamppost
There are 1,600 lampposts scattered across Central Park’s 843 acres. They were designed in 1980 by architects Gerald Allen and Kent Bloomer, to replace the original electric lamps that were designed in 1910 by Henry Bacon, architect of the Lincoln Memorial. The Landmarks Commission held hearings to decide if the lamps would be of modernContinue reading “CitySketch: Lamppost”
CitySketch: Pomona
Pomona by Nicolas Fouche, circa 1700 Across a street that is more like a driveway to the Plaza Hotel stands this statue of Pomona, the Roman goddess of fruit trees, orchards, and gardens. Pomona is one of the few Roman deities who doesn’t have a Greek counterpart. She stands on top of the Pulitzer FountainContinue reading “CitySketch: Pomona”
CitySketch: The Dairy
I made a quick sketch of the Dairy in Central Park and was going to write a post about its history but found that Tom Miller had beaten me to it on his Daytonian inManhattan blog: In 1853, the same year that the New York State Legislature set aside more than 750 acres to createContinue reading “CitySketch: The Dairy”
What Is True Is You
You have no idea What I feel for you I don’t know, even now If what is true is true What I can say – the best I can – can be an awful mess But it is true If I know true And I know truthfulness If I know one thing in my lifeContinue reading “What Is True Is You”
Her Beatific Smile
Her beatific smile falls on me like rays from the sun Warming and illuminating Her smile is an umbrella against the rain A coat against the cold A counterweight to loneliness Her smile is knowledge and its opposite: The wisdom that there are some things I will never know
Take A Walk
Over the last century our species figured out, finally, how to overcome the force of gravity and take to the skies, and even to the great mysterious space beyond our atmosphere. With the internal combustion engine we already had motorized transportation that we measured in horsepower. In the centuries before the last we built chariots,Continue reading “Take A Walk”
Lamplight
“When the world slips slow to darkness, when the office fire burns lower, My heart goes out to Rouen, Rouen all the world away; When other men remember, I remember our Adventure And the trains that go from Rouen at the ending of the day.” May Wedderburn Cannan They call her the forgotten female poetContinue reading “Lamplight”
