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.