It's the last day of the snowiest February in twenty years, we're still in the middle of the worst economy in at least ten, and no relief is in sight. This winter would have been much harder without dirt-cheap lunch-time Rx: The sinus-clearing $4 bowl of pho at Pho Bang, 3 Pike St, just above Canal. For shrimp pho, try the place on East Broadway (Pho 89?) just uptown of the Manhattan bridge. Neither is new, both are effective.
From the Everyman Library collection Poems of New York:
Whitman in Black
For my sins I live in the city of New York
Whitman's city lived in Melville's senses, urban inferno
Where love can stay only for a minute
Then has to go, to get some work done
Here the detective and the small-time criminal are one
& tho the cases get solved the machine continues to run
Big Town will wear you down
But it's only here you can turn around 360 degrees
And everything is clear from here at the center
To every point along the circle of horizon
Here you can see for miles & miles & miles
Be born again daily, die nightly for a change of style
Hear clearly here; see with affection; bleakly cultivate compassion
Whitman's walk unchanged after its fashion
-- Ted Berrigan (1994)
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From the Everyman Library collection Poems of New York:
Whitman in Black
For my sins I live in the city of New York
Whitman's city lived in Melville's senses, urban inferno
Where love can stay only for a minute
Then has to go, to get some work done
Here the detective and the small-time criminal are one
& tho the cases get solved the machine continues to run
Big Town will wear you down
But it's only here you can turn around 360 degrees
And everything is clear from here at the center
To every point along the circle of horizon
Here you can see for miles & miles & miles
Be born again daily, die nightly for a change of style
Hear clearly here; see with affection; bleakly cultivate compassion
Whitman's walk unchanged after its fashion
-- Ted Berrigan (1994)
- bruno 2-28-2003 9:41 pm