“On any person who desires such queer prizes, New York will bestow the gift of loneliness and the gift of privacy.”
– E. B. White, ‘Here is New York’ (1949)
Thus begins the most quoted poetic homage (and even prophetic given the events of 9/11) to a city. Along with Street Haunting and The London Scene (collection of 6 essays) by Virginia Woolf, it is possibly the best piece of writing on the experience of a big city.
To read 'Here is New York': http://www.travel-studies.com/sites/default/files/White,%20Here%20Is%20New%20York.pdf
To read 'Here is New York': http://www.travel-studies.com/sites/default/files/White,%20Here%20Is%20New%20York.pdf
The Streetwalker
"I’m becoming
the street.
Who
are you in love with
me?
Straight against the light I cross."
–Frank O’Hara, ‘Walking to Work’
Almost 80% of the journeys
in midtown and downtown Manhattan are made on foot. People mostly walk for practical purposes like getting to work, going to the grocery store,
picking up children from school and so on. They also walk to purposes of
pleasure like to the movie hall, weekend brunch or the picnic in the park. And
in this time and age, for the most important purpose of all–to maintain an active
lifestyle (that means walking over 10,000 steps a day).
For most people a saunter
brings to mind a walk in the park among the bounties of nature, but here’s a
different, an original perspective:
"Even trees understand me!
Good heavens, I lie under them too, don’t I? I’m just like a pile of leaves.
However, I have never
clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an
innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No, one 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, or a record store or some other sign that
people do not regret life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere;
the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass.”
– Frank O’Hara, ‘Meditations
In An Emergency’
The Sunsets
And people continue to notice the passing clouds, and
the resulting sunsets more often. Not just because they are instagramming
the shit out of it. I think it is because of the nature of light projection in
the city. The tall buildings have often been likened to canyons but made of
glass and metal. These reflective surfaces throw the light around in ways that
change with the trajectory of the sun across the sky. Sample this: at 7:30 PM
the light from the setting sun falls on the west face of the building on the easternmost part of the
street, bounces and strikes the windows of the building on the opposite
side and this room (that I am typing in) is bathed in gold. So, it is hardly a
surprise that a 6 PM meeting on a certain floor, in a certain building in
downtown may get interrupted if the room gets flooded by light from a sky streaked
purple, mauve, red and orange.
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