Okay, I guess I’ll go to this, since you went to the effort of inviting me and all.  Plus, it benefits FilmAid, so I’ll cancel some other stuff I had planned (read: returning some videos).

Okay, I guess I’ll go to this, since you went to the effort of inviting me and all.  Plus, it benefits FilmAid, so I’ll cancel some other stuff I had planned (read: returning some videos).

24 February 2012 ·

New York Poem

You may have seen this poem elsewhere in image format, but I wanted to transcribe it so that you could copy and paste it into a Word document, print it out, and have it tattooed on the inside of your eyelids with incandescent ink, so every time you blink the words would blind you again and again.  It’s good is what I’m saying.

New York Poem
Terrance Hayes 

In New York from a rooftop in Chinatown
one can see the sci-fi bridges and aisles
of buildings where there are more miles
of shortcuts and alternative takes than
there are Miles Davis alternative takes.
There is a white girl who looks hi-
jacked with feeling in her glittering jacket
and her boots that look made of dinosaur
skin and R is saying to her I love you
again and again.  On a Chinatown rooftop
in New York anything can happen.
Someone says “abattoir” is such a pretty word
for “slaughterhouse.”  Someone says
mermaids are just fish ladies.  I am so
fucking vain I cannot believe anyone
is threatened by me. In New York
not everyone is forgiven.  Dear New York,
dear girl with a bar code tattooed
on the side of your face, and everyone
writing poems about and inside and outside
the subways, dear people underground
in New York, on the sci-fi bridges and aisles
of New York, on the rooftops of Chinatown
where Miles Davis is pumping in,
and someone is telling me about contranyms,
how “cleave” and “cleave” are the same word
looking in opposite directions.  I now know
"bolt" is to lock and "bolt" is to run away.
That’s how I think of New York.  Someone
jonesing for Grace Jones at the party
and someone jonesing for grace. 

28 November 2010 ·

"You gotta get the hell out of there. And you really feel, if you live in New York, that you’re three hours ahead of them—I mean that literally. It’s like, Oh man, we gotta help these people! And the longer you stay there, the less ahead of them you get, and then you’re one of them. No way, man. Not for me."

~

Bill Murray speaking to GQ about Los Angeles

Preach it!

22 July 2010 ·

"One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy…some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It’s like a final chapter no one reads because the plot is over. Passions will become turrets, to you."

~ Frank O’Hara

5 July 2010 ·

What charm there is in stepping outside in Union Square after a rain storm and suddenly hearing the mellifluous tones of the bagpipes.  My old friend Julie and I stepped over to to document the magical moment with a photo.  I do so love this city.

What charm there is in stepping outside in Union Square after a rain storm and suddenly hearing the mellifluous tones of the bagpipes.  My old friend Julie and I stepped over to to document the magical moment with a photo.  I do so love this city.

13 June 2010 ·

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