Quote of the Day

The City is an addictive machine from which there is no escape. (Rem Koolhaas)

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Poetry Monday

Try to Praise the Mutilated World by Adam Zagajewski Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days,and wild strawberries, drops of rose wine.The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles.You must praise the mutilated world. You watched the stylish yachts and ships; one of them had a long trip ahead of it, while salty oblivion awaited others. You’ve seen the refugees going nowhere, you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully. You should praise the mutilated world. Remember the moments when we were together in a white room and the curtain fluttered. Return in thought to the concert where music flared. You gathered acorns in the park in autumn and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars. Praise the mutilated world and the gray feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns.

In the Wink of an Eye My Soul is Turnin’

The Last Thing on My Mind (Dolly Parton)

Its a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin
In your hand, in your hand
Are you going away
With no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Oh I couldve loved you better
Didnt mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

As we walk along my thoughts are tumblin
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet are someplace rumblin
Underground, underground

Are you going away
With no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Oh I couldve loved you better
Didnt mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

Ive got reason a plenty for goin
This I know, this I know
The weeds have been steadily growin
Please dont go, please dont go

Are you going away
With no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I couldve loved you better
Didnt mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

Are you going away
With no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Oh I couldve loved you better
Didnt mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

One More Day …

Reasons to Leave (PTSD)  … and my long days as a denizen of NYC will be over.  I’m happy and sad.  This photo reminds me that I may finally be over my post-9/11 PTSD.  Yet sometimes I go off into a coughing jag, and think of the debris that may be lodged in my lungs from working and living on Lower Broadway in the months afterward.  Will I end up with some strange variation of mesothelioma or an indeterminate lung disorder one day?  I certainly hope not.  But we’ve all got to leave this world one day.  Maybe that’s how I’ll make my exit.

A Child within has Healing Ways

Catching that Butterfly (The Verve)

As though you were born
And so you thought
The future’s ours
To keep and hold
A child within
Has healing ways
It sees me through
My darkest days

I’m gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine
I’m gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine

In my lucid dreams
In my lucid dreams

Something now????
Through life no fun
I want to feel
I want to run

I’m gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine
I’m gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine

In my lucid dreams
In my lucid dreams

I’m gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine
Keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine
I’m gonna keep catching that butterfly
In that dream of mine
I’m gonna keep catching that butterfly

In my private dreams
In my private dreams
In my private dreams
My lucid dreams
My forgotten schemes
I see through you
You see through me
I see through you
You see through me
Be with me
Be with me
I see through you
You see through me
I see through you
You see through me

To be in your eyes
To be in your eyes