|Picasso Paid Them To Leave|
One belongs to New York instantly,one belongs to it as much in 10 minutes as in 10 years I grew up young wanting to leave it, and I am growing old wanting to get back to it. But you cant't go home.(again).The future just ain't what it used to be.
Nobody walks in L.A. but getting around by subway in NYC is no longer a pain in the English, since I can ask for directions in almost any language now, and I did, especially in Spanglish.
The Underground is not some political movement.It's public transpo. "Going to the city" by subway
from Long Island, I can see the resentment and fatigue in the faces of commuters, of the speed and success of those living in the city successfully.Yesterday there was a sense of togetherness on the train---one guy wanted to share my pants
I caught the M train to MOMA today, and stopped by ST Patrick's Cathedral, Rockefeller Center and Hearld Sq today.
The Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art, I felt like a thing from another tax bracket, after all aren't these galleries just cemetery of tax-deductible wealth. Nevertheless, I was stopped cold by the rough beauty and emotional color of Van Gogh's Starry Night. He himself said, A good picture is equivalent to a good deed. Andrew Wyeth's Magic Realism of Christina's World, and his everyday farmville scene is saturated with poetic mystery and indeed a good one.