By Tom H. Brooks 3
CALM DOWN EVERYBODY; IT`S JUST ME AGAIN…………………….…………………………………………………..
“And I think to myself
what a wonderful world…”
“Easy like Sunday morning…”
East 4th Street between Avenue C and Avenue D is an amazing neighborhood…(old buildings…)
One thing I can tell you about NYC….I never tire of walking or riding around and looking at it…
“I`m the man on the mountain…”
Rolling Stones “Loving Cup”
Here`s a sight for ya….A RAT feeding with the pigeons in broad daylight…
Another quote from “Pep” at McSorley`s…(regarding money…)
“Don`t piss it away, squirrel it away…”
I should listen to him but somehow, I always seem to piss it away….LITERALLY….
Today`s modern age…cellphone camera artists everywhere….
FLASH FORWARD….in mid 2005, I become the best one of them….
Top of 6th Ave (F Train) at Central Park…
my favorite waterfall and pond…I don`t know what this area is called…
Coney Island High
“A man has four things that don`t work on the sea;
anchor, rudder, oars, and a fear of drowning….”
“I`m just trying to do my jigsaw puzzle
before it rains anymore…”
The Rolling Stones
CLASSIC COFFEE SHOP (not the most creative of names), however, it is the best spot ever.
It is on Hester Street at Orchard. Never forget it with its cast of characters…
Carmine–born and bred on the LES(owner)
The roosters of Ludlow at Canal…..(of course, it`s Chinatown)
Why are you asking when you already knew?
“I have been too deeply conscious of the mutability and evanescence of temporal things, to give
any continuous effort to anything–to be consistent in anything. My life has been whim–impulse–
passion–a longing for solitude–a scorn of all things present, in an earnest desire for the future.”
Edgar Allan Poe (Letters)
Personally, I am enjoying the present…
F Train to Coney Island….escape from New York, indeed…..
But not really…
Avenue I in Brooklyn; the BIGGEST graveyard I`ve ever seen in my life…a veritable sea of the dead…
Avenue X….cool name, right?
At long last, I walk barefoot on Brooklyn sands and through Atlantic Ocean waters…not bad at all….
It`s no paradise though and the ghetto appears to be just down the street….the Projects….
Brighton Beach, at first look, reminded me of Long Beach, but only at first look. I`ll bet it`s about
30 degrees warmer there too.
Brighton Beach also seems to have a big Russian and Ukrainian community….
“I drew a line upon the sand at ebb tide,
and returned to the shoreline later
to find naught upon the sand but my ignorance.”
“Under the Boardwalk
down by the sea
on a blanket with my baby
that`s where I`ll be…”
glowing white mist
the sun just hangs there
like a silver disk in the sky
like a jewel glittering
through a diaphonous veil
The gulls cry
there is a murmur of Russian languages
the smell of sea salt air
and death festering
in shadows under the boardwalk
where weeds sprout up
through gravel rocks and broken glass
and hope lies twisted
like rust and wrecked metal…
it doesn`t look that romantic
as the song might have you believe
The water shimmers
and there is a blue sky
somewhere beyond the glowing
white sky that covers all
and somewhere out there
lie the endless mysteries of life
Footsteps creaking on wooden planks
distant construction yelling
empty and closed carnival rides
like giant dinosaur skeletons
their bones silhouetted
against that sad sky
newspapers blow down
The world is always changing
in so many ways
and I change with it….
Tacos El Rey…Coney Island Avenue
all Mexicans, so it WILL be good…
they let the gringo pick the music
so I chose Vincente Fernandez, Los Tigres del Norte, Lupillo Rivera and Santana…
There were no complaints…
Coney Island; “SHOOT THE FREAK” live human target with paintball gun….HA!
Ahhhhh, I dipped my feet in the Atlantic, wrote an immortal poem, and walked by the sea with lovely Vietnamese Geraldine….
yes, today was a productive day….
The sun set was spectacular, even over the land. A big arc of a V in the sky with the sun glowing in the middle like a giant
luminescent martini olive….
So, JB and I were at a place in Chelsea, or somewhere around there, who gives a crap? It`s called Bungalow 8. It is where the
rich and beautiful go to make appearances and linger around, looking cool with drinks in their hands. We`ve spotted many models,
people in the fashion industry and actors (Owen Wilson and George Clooney, to name a couple). For me, it is a love/hate
relationship…I like it and yet I don`t. Which is it? Again, it doesn`t really matter. Now JB knows what an asshole I can be when
it comes to disappearing with some chick and I always feel bad about it later, but sometimes, I just can`t help it. Like this night,
for example. We were having a fine time, drinking whiskey and leering at the little stinkies that were all around for our viewing
pleasure. He was off talking to someone he knew and I found myself alone for a moment. I look across the room and there is
this SEXY little Asian minx with lusty bedroom eyes giving my a withering look and a come-hither hand gesture. She looked Korean
but I never asked. I walked over to her, hypnotized, like a moth to a flame. There was no preamble; she simply said,”You`re coming
with me.” I, never one to deny myself the finer sensual pleasures, replied, “uhhh, okay.” And that was it. No charming witty comments,
no career talk, no `where do you live?` or `are you married?` Just, “Let`s go.” Charming and easy as stealing candy from a helpless
baby, her or me being the baby, no matter. I am a whore and I am not ashamed to say it. We walked outside and caught a cab.
I thought of JB and what a dick I am for a minute but I knew he`d be okay. We`ve known each other for like 20 years. The thought
quickly left my mind when she and I started macking on each other in the back of the cab. I still didn`t even know her name. She took me
to the Grammercy Park Hotel, a luxury hotel, incidentally. She got us a suite and we went upstairs. Now that I could see her outside
of the club in a better light, I saw that she was indeed, a fine specimen of female sexuality and lust. She was maybe 28 to 32 years
old and had smooth, silky skin and a lovely figure. And so, I think you know what happened next, without delay. A passionate night
of sexual gymnastics, the likes of which I am all too familiar with after all these years, but she was a STANDOUT. Kinky, active, limber,
really quite flexible indeed, and obviously, NOT shy. Her name was Genevieve or Jeanine, I forget now, and she was an attorney, here
in NYC. Well, she fucking took me to COURT. It was excellent. There was whiskey and beer and cocaine and raw, unfettered, nasty,
SEX. I woke up the next morning with her dressed and ready to roll. She gave me a kiss and said to make sure and check out by 11
so she didn`t get charged for another day. Oh yeah, and don`t call her, she`ll call me. “See ya, baby…” and she breezed outta there
like a butterfly on a summer breeze. I sat there naked in the bed with my poor abused cock, laughing to myself and feeling dirty and
satisfied and happy and ALIVE. There were two warm beers and a fat line of coke on the table, so I snorted the line drank the beers
and had a shower and checked out. I walked out into the blinding sunlight. I feel so used. EXCELLENT.
(She actually did call again about 4 days later for an encore and she wanted some pot which I gladly brought over to her house. We had
another romp and then I never saw her again. Thanks for the good times you little minx….I couldn`t forget if I tried….)
Tim Hudock and I are assholes. We don`t like making tea during service `cause it is so damn busy in that place. So we smashed all
the teapots against the brick wall in the back room over the course of a week. Occasionally, an empty champagne bottle also gets
smashed. Why do we do it? Hysteria, lunacy, existential angst? Don`t ask, because I don`t know. But somehow, I still think it`s funny.
(Sorry, JB, the truth comes out. You`re too sharp not to have known anyway. I`m sure you always wondered why your boots were
crunching on all that broken glass back there. I think Taavo and William would have been a little madder than you would, though. You always
knew what a crazy bastard I was and am. Nothing`s changed, baby….except I`m in JAPAN! Now I`m smashing Japanese teapots! Hai Dozo,
Freeman`s, dancing to “Living Thing” by ELO in the kitchen with Marianne and Caroline and Aurora. The restaurant is packed and we
are on the red wine and dancing. What kind of workers are we? The customers love this place. Hell, JB turned away George Bush`s
daughter and said, “Don`t come back for 4 more years.”
Found Timbo sleeping on a shelf in the back room, ON A FUCKING SHELF, next to a GIANT box of toilet paper with his head nestled
on a roll of TP as a pillow.
Who`s taking care of the customers on the floor?! Oh yeah….NATHAN>>>>>HA!!
WE ARE ALL CRAZY….
I just bought a pack of Portuguese Marlboro Lights for 4 dollars off the back of a truck…..(usual NY price, 8 dollars)
Stillwell Ave. and Surf Ave.
The Original Nathan`s Famous Frankfurters
Lucky Jacks on the LES is a cool spot, newer but nice atmosphere…
I AM sensory overload, IN THE FLESH…
“Seize the Day!”
Freeman`s….always with the famous ones, celebrities and media whores…..
Harvey Keitel, Paul Auster, Hugh Jackman, Paris Hilton…..
JB denying George Bush`s daughter has made a buzz on the internet….HA!!
NYC street graffiti…
“STICKING TO THE SPEED LIMIT WON`T GET YOU ANYWHERE”
The legends are real
music is the soundtrack to our lives
We have moved out of the realm of the ordinary and into
the realm of myth and legend….
“It became legend very quickly and thus joined that body of lore
which nobody cares to upset, since after all, THE LITERAL TRUTH
…on death between lovers….
“Stay for me there! I will not fail to meet thee in that hollow vale…”
If you can`t keep up, GET OUT THE WAY!!!
WHEN IT COMES TO SLEEP, I`M A VIKING…
“….till 6 in the mornin`…..”
After 7 straight days of work, don`t expect me to be sober or nice…
“Red wine for the people,
white wine for the servants,
and rose` for the pigs….”
A French saying
Having a beer in Central Park on a cold, lonely, empty, misty night;
only I would be crazy enough to do this…
The wet ground in Central Park after rain smells like death. It reminds me of an
ancient graveyard, filled with the residue of rotting flesh. Awful nasty tonight…
I took an excellent photo of 3 Puerto Rican boys who wanted to be like black rappers
in Times Square. Someday, it will be an anonymous masterpiece. No one will know where it came from…
Sad dreams in my eyes….
Nobody believes in love anymore….
The shadow of death
flew over me last night
in my sorrow
Just to taunt me
iron will and
“Everywhere I look, I see your eyes…”
the Rolling Stones “Angie”
“Is this love baby,
or is this confusion?”
“No sweeping exits
or offstage lines
could make me bitter
or treat you unkind…
Wild Horses…couldn`t drag me away…”
The Rolling Stones
“Sometimes a Great Notion”
(Sometimes, I find these cryptic scribbles in my books and yet I have no idea who or what they
are about. Even the words fail to stir up the memories to the point where I can really recall what the
hell was happening. This is one of those times. All these lovesick lines and whiny little love quotes
and yet I really have NO FUCKING IDEA who it could have possibly been about. Possibly memories
from another time gone before. I KNOW for a fact it wasn`t the two-night stand Korean girl. So, even
after all my scribbling, things still escape my grasp. Lost in the mists of time. This is what excessive
partying, alcohol, and time will do to one`s memory…..lesson learned…….)
“Through the Sun Door”
NYC Street Graffiti
I pull unseen strings
I make things happen
from the shadows
My influence is revealed
as the full moon
bursting from behind
the dark clouds
My talents are realized
as golden leaves
on cool powerful wind
through a grove of night trees
eerily out of subway vents
I am one with the entity
that is New York City
I walk through the vast night
and deeper into it….
My own subway car on the W train….a rare thing indeed….
(You see what I mean? Where the hell was I going?!? I didn`t even
remember until just now that they HAVE a fucking W train!)
2005 is just a couple of months away, the Year of the Rooster (4080 on the Chinese calendar)….MY year(1969 was the Year of the Rooster also known as the Year of the COCK)
“And you can
send me Dead Flowers every morning
and I won’t forget to put roses on your grave…”
My laundromat on the LES, the edge of Chinatown….
10 screaming, chattering Chinese men playing Pai Gao….
“Will you still love me tomorrow?”
The problems I`m about to create
are already solved….
Sven (“my neck is cold”), an ANCIENT, old drunken, white-haired Russian man at Holiday Cocktail Lounge
in the East Village, eyes me suspiciously as I write in this book. He stares at me with his cold, dead, glassy
eyes…..let me tell ya, people….this place is NO HOLIDAY…..
My bitter delirium is SO SWEET….
Zen Sushi, East Village, best stoned sushi dinner EVER…
Where else but NYC could you talk to at least 10 beautiful girls on the street,
eat the most delicious sushi ever, and buy 3 bootleg movie DVDs in Chinatown for
a total of 14 dollars that aren`t even out in the theaters yet? ALL IN ONE DAY…..
I know, I`m a CHARACTER….
“woman on trip with photographer always gets exposed.”
Modern Chinese Wisdom
Oh, so you think you`re better than me?!?
The Mad Story of a True Man
The True Story of a Mad Man
which is it?
“I am an honest man and if that is to be my undoing, then so be it…
but I WILL NOT GO QUIETLY…”
Slavery has been given another name; EMPLOYEE
I wouldn`t cross the street to piss on you if you were on fire.
The crack of a 24oz Budweiser;
the sound of angels falling from heaven…
THESE LIES TELL MORE TRUTHS
THAN THE FACTS EVER COULD.
“cause I`m a million miles away
and at the same time,
I`m right here in your picture frame…”
men who don`t watch step get shit on shoes
(a fortune cookie I want to create)
“Art to Choke Hearts”
my soon-to-be-written short story about a lovable Budweiser-drinking, beerdrunk character and his sudden demise under the wheels of a Bud Light truck…irony is everything….
Great Jones Street ….this street really exists in NYC
WHAT A NAME
I`VE CEASED TO CARE ABOUT ANYTHING;
IT MAKES EVERYTHING SO MUCH EASIER.
U DON`T KNOW ME
THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE IS WHAT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING…
The way these black door guys at the NYC courthouse act, you`d think we were waiting to get into some hot new nightclub or some shit….
AT LEAST I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY…
I get so sick of fighting to survive sometimes…
it is all so goddamned ridiculous…
I think I`d probably be happy on a trailer park stoop, drinking beer and reading a good book…
(only if the ocean was near by…)
I can have fun anywhere….I take the party with me….
So it is said, so it shall be done…
NO REALLY, I WANNA TALK ABOUT ME…
On the other hand, I`d rather hear about YOUR problems….please, tell me a story…
What are you afraid of, THE TRUTH?!?
I have now been to all five boroughs of NYC…by recklessly taking random trains just anywhere….
and then I RIDE my skateboard….you know it…Brooklyn, Manhattan, the Bronx, Queens, and Staten Island….
Staten Island Ferry 4:20pm after smoking a fat bowl of green….a moody sky at sunset, hues of purple, blue,
orange, gray….distant bridges, Lady Liberty standing there proud and majestic holding that beer up high in the
sky(torch? Oh, I thought it was a beer…). Manhattan looms off the bow, minus the twin towers. I stand on the
bow with a Foster`s Lager, smelling the salt air in the lavender sky and feeling that cool and invigorating wind
blow through my soul, soaking up every moment of this magical time snatched from the vastness of this seemingly
endless city….this moment, forever mine alone….
A constant state of departure is the secret to long term travel for the poor man….
You can`t stop me….
I`m a JUGGERNAUT…
Another couple sections of town that I made up…
TUBBO= Trees Under Brooklyn Bridge Overpass
ELITA= East of Little Italy
“TV and nightmares have joined forces to teach me a lesson.”
Today was the most action-packed day of my life (so far)….I`ve seen more of NYC in one day than most of the natives
of this city will see in their whole goddamned lives….
“When the shit goes down, ya better be ready…”
“Certainty is the disease of kings…”
Jedi mind tricks….
Fat Cats in a White House
Regarding Freeman`s Taxidermy….
I killed `em all and stuffed `em myself…(I`ve actually been telling people this…)
Bouncing off the walls….
I am going to open a nightclub in Mechanic`s Alley called CHUMBO (Chinese Hotties Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass)
“These songs of freedom,
is all I ever had…”
“Cinema is the shelter of time.”
Tiffany at Freemans…Tuesday night (she must have been sexy for me to write it down but I can`t remember the least little thing about her…)
If I could have caught your eye
things might have been different
but by the dreamy look
in your faraway eyes
I guessed you were elsewhere
If you had looked my way
with a subtle smile
a sidelong glance
two worlds could have
become as one
greater than before
we could have
forgotten our problems
could have exploded
could have set in the east
The stars could have
blinked out one by one
The night could have
gone on forever…
“I think I knew the reason but I can`t spell it.”
From an LA, Doors street photo from 1969
Found one of those tile Space Invaders on Mott Street between Prince and Spring in SOHO.
This same guy does these all over the globe. I`ve seen them in LA too on Wilshire
across from LACMA and on the rooftop of the Downtown Standard Hotel…
“MAKE SURE YOUR SHOES ARE TIED, MOTHERFUCKER!!”
Cherry Street and Market Slip
I walked by about 100 Federal Marshals in jogging sweatsuits on the Staten Island Ferry. I breezed
by them super stoned and buzzed with my skateboard as they all wordlessly stared at me….
98 Mott Street ….Grand Harmony
Naiying….A sexy Taiwanese chick with a Brooklyn accent that I met at Freeman`s. She carved her cellphone number in a pencil and gave it to me.
After all that effort, of course I called her. And I sure am glad I did….
Barrio Chino on Broome Street…
“Everybody wants me to be what they want me to be,
I`m not happy when I try to fake it…”
“It`s hard to imagine
that nothing at all
could be so exciting
could be this much fun…”
May the force be with you….SCUMBAG….
ONE MAN RIOT
GREAT SCOTT! HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING!
3:12 am, skateboarding through Chinatown and BUSTED a sign into a million pieces with my fist….what an asshole…..
“The Labyrinth of Solitude”
“Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.”
FICTIONAL CONVERSATIONS ARE OFTEN THE BEST…
but not always….
I was eating alone at Zen Sushi when these two sexy babes from Israel asked me to join them.
Their names were Rain and Jessica, and before I sat down with them, they had been speaking Hebrew.
This is my life in NYC. Poor, poor, poor me…..
GRIND YOUR ORGAN, LITTLE MONKEY…
How do you keep an idiot in suspense?
I`ll tell you tomorrow…
“What`s the difference between George W. Bush and a bucket of shit…?”
So this man and this woman were sitting in the waiting room of a divorce lawyer`s office. The man was fairly handsome and the lady
was quite a sexy dish and they couldn`t seem to stop eyeballing each other. Finally, the lady decided to be the first to say something….
“Why are you getting divorced? I mean, if you don`t mind my asking.” The man hesitated and then said, “Well, it`s kind of embarrassing,
but if you really want to know, I`ll tell you. My wife thinks that I am a pervert…too raunchy, as it were.” The woman gasped in delighted
surprise….”OOOhhhhhh, migod….! That is EXACTLY why my husband is divorcing me! He thinks I`m a slutty gutterwhore…!”
“Well, how about that?” the man cooly replied.
“I thought you looked like a pervert,” she jokingly said.
“Oh, believe me, I am….ha, heh, heh…” he responded.
“Perhaps, we could get together for some `fun time` after this unpleasant legal business is concluded, ” the woman suggested.
“I`m all for it,” he said. A little later, after their respective lawyer appointments, they jumped in their cars and he followed her
to her house. Her husband had already moved out. They went inside. She told him to relax, got him a cocktail and said, “I`m
gonna go slip into something a little more comfortable.”
“Alright, whatever,” the man said.
A little while later, she came out in a black leather, crotchless bodysuit complete with a little peekaboo for the bunghole. She even
had a gimp mask and a whip and brutal-looking high heels. The man was sitting calmly on the couch, looking disinterested.
She said, “Are you ready for me?”
He said, “Ready for what, woman? I shit in your purse and fucked your dog–I`m outta here….”
It`s not that some people couldn`t do it the way I do;
it`s just that THEY DON`T ….
WHEN I AM GONE,
JUST KNOW THAT I GAVE YOU ALL
I COULD OF MYSELF….
“I know the pieces fit
cause I watched them fall away…”
“Can I say something to you? I`ve always been considered somewhat of an asshole
for as long as I can remember. That`s just my style.”
“I don`t have a drinking problem; I have a STOPPING problem.”
“All poems are occasional,
the products of circumstance.”
SEE YOU IN REHAB
“EVERYBODY IS STUPID;
THAT`S WHY EVERYBODY DOES EVERYTHING.”
“Telling a story realistically is such a slowpoke and ponderous way to proceed, and it doesn`t fulfill
the psychic needs that people have. We sense that there`s more to life and to the universe than
realism can possibly deal with.”
preemptive strike…..” a cocktail, forkface?”
Another hot Chinese babe…this time, her name is Ying Li. All these yings that wanna play with my yang,
so I guess we`ll just go and bang, and then I can come up with some new slang, and then maybe later we`ll hang….
A lady at a club called Happy Ending, (it used to be a massage parlor….REALLY….they still have the shower rooms in there)
she said, “Is there something I can help you with tonight?” my reply…..”only if you have some coconut oil handy.”
REHAB IS FOR QUITTERS
A dead pigeon, brained on Orchard Street. Its head was probably eaten by rats…..charming…..
eating lunch together one minute, next thing you know they are eating your brains….
sunny and snowing?!?
Frozen lakes are beautiful
“Once you have given up the ghost, everything else follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.”
“It is apparent that one may shed his skin again and again and never lose his identity.”
“STAND STILL LIKE THE HUMMINGBIRD.”
Codes, hidden symbols, secret signs, intricate and clever messages are EVERYWHERE on the walls in NYC…
the mystery of history is alive and well….
I believe that one day in the not-too-distant future, when humans have regressed to a semi-barbaric, post-modern form of existence, something
like Mad Max, people will look upon the ruins of our massive bridges, intricate facades, and giant skyscrapers with fascination, awe and wonder;
some feeling akin to the one we have now exploring the pyramids or a lost Mayan ruin.
THE COURSE OF TIME SHALL TURN EVERYTHING INTO MYSTERY.
Shadows of night
across the land
The streetlights flicker on
across the city
as neon snakes slither
through glassy dark corridors
describing serpentine patterns
through puddles of cold night water
Faces float through the night
like candle flames
in a procession to eternity,
going everywhere and nowhere at once
The City hums
A beating pulse
at the center of everything
ticking off the seconds of time
like blood flowing
through a trillion capillaries,
red rivers of life
going on and on
through the Matrix
miles and miles
the infinite faces of this,
this one Humanity
for all its creations
all its faults
all its wonder
The river flows
the moon rises
the music goes on
the flames burn
and I walk
smooth and silent
through it all…
Written on 11/27/04 at the zinc bar countertop at Freeman`s
with people lurking around and behind me….
The F train, still my favorite…Coney Island on one end, Central Park on the other,
and my apartment right in the middle…..PERFECT.
I wanna be an artwork ……..
(this actually came true a few months later. My roommate, Grace, liked to make single line drawings that were
really quite good. She did one of me and put it in a gallery show in Tribeca. It SOLD….HA! Somewhere in NYC
on somebody`s wall, there hangs a picture of my clown face. )
“Don`t worry, your secrets are safe with me….”
“Fortune favors the bold.”
“If you don`t have anything bad to say about a relationship, you shouldn`t say anything at all.”
JB and I are at some rich dude`s place on the LES. It could be called a loft but really, it is an old, vaudeville theatre
from 1895, seats and stage intact. He lives backstage. It is spectacular. A fucking time warp, man…
Larger than Life
A newspaper tornado swirls around me and the Chinese kids as I walk up Orchard at 3pm.
Better blowjobs than no jobs”
many things are destroying us all
We deserve the government we allow
Be the change you seek
The System is whack
I love pointing and yelling on busy NYC street corners when I have a nice fast walk going,
“Don`t break my pace! DON`T BREAK MY PACE!!”
The funny thing is that a lot of people just stop and stare and get out of my way.
rambling after midnight
writings on the wall
ladder`s `bout to fall…”
Every night I am walking home from somewhere and every night I can stop and say to myself,
“I`ve never seen THIS block before.”
43 degrees Fahrenheit is starting to seem warm to me…
“Urban sprawl does not care about the experience of its inhabitants. Sprawl has but a single interest: self-replication.”
Friday,12/3/04 High atop a hill in Central Park (at 108th Street) on a stone altar of some sort. I`m having a brew in 1pm sunlight and staring at the water rippling on the lake.
By the end of the day, I had walked throughout the entire park from the top northeast corner in Harlem to the bottom southwest corner at Columbus Square…
C`mon baby, gimme some sugar….
“…first the sugar, then the power, then the women…”
The Ramble…Central Park
emptiness, wind through slender winter trees, desolation, a lake, reeds, bird-watching heaven, old black lampposts, winding paths, dead leaves rustling…
Sitting in a warm sunbeam as the sun shimmers with crystal-white intensity on the murky green waters; a stone bridge (Bow Bridge), a rowboat with mother and young son,
distant laughter of children, a moment stolen from Monet, an Impressionist impression, a waking dream. Paintings could not do this moment justice, photography is too easy,
(even the ducks agree), music could not capture its raw essence, etched forever in my mind`s eye, carved in the stone of the moment, sculpted on the mountainsides, rolling
with the waves on the sea, yea, I daresay, even words cannot explain certain moments in time that will forever be mine alone. The sparrows surround me now like St. Francis
as I sit here scribbling in my little book and all is well with the world…
Saturday night, 10pm 111 Wooster, Penthouse C….Amanda, Vivian and Melanie….and me….things could be a lot worse….
A guy at the end of the B train, playing trumpet Xmas carols as the train FLIES through the tunnel at 70mph….surreal, strange….
THESE LIES TELL MORE TRUTHS
THAN THE FACTS EVER COULD
THE FOLLOWING SENTENCE IS TRUE.
THE PRECEDING SENTENCE IS FALSE.
I was so goddamned high today that I couldn`t seem to find Chinese food in fucking Chinatown! How does THAT work?!
So, I just bought `Cup O Noodles` and went home and drenched it in Vietnamese garlic red pepper sauce…
And again, I say….the crack of a fresh 24oz can of Budweiser is the sound of ANGELS FALLING FROM HEAVEN….
“When in Rome, do as the Romans”
“If you have built castles in the air, that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.”
Henry David Thoreau
“You do not know me if you think I am afraid, or that I build my burrow simply out of fear…”
Jade, brightly glowing green in easy Sunday morning sunlight…
“Take the A Train”
I got to ride a VERY old subway train (1931) all the way to 57th Street on my way to Inwood. It was an R-1 type car 3816 Special from Whitehall Street.
It was amazing, the lights would blink out in certain sections of the tunnel, there were old-school stylings all over including a lot more wood than plastic.
There were even old color drawing advertisements…..vintage, indeed…..
“SOMETIMES THERE ARE SHEETS IN A SKETCHBOOK WHICH, ALTHOUGH THEY ARE MORE OR LESS SCRIBBLES, NEVERTHELESS HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY.”
Vincent Van Gogh
The A Train to 207th Street Station
On the wall, it says, “At Long Last”
Harlem River Budweiser at 3pm; the Bronx is across the river….
Inwood; 207th Street and Cooper; excellent graffiti art and a giant, solid rock with trees on it in the middle of a block of tenements….
Northern birch woods, slender silhouettes in 3:40pm sunlight, dead leaves, a scene from an Edvard Munch painting
Alone in a Norwegian Wood…
I think I`ll call this park Deadman`s Trail and Devil`s Triangle.
Black plague squirrels follow me down dreary and shady lanes that smell of fungus and moss and death, strewn with wet leaves…
A GIANT blue & white C on the black wall of the palisades across the way in the Bronx…
Under Henry Hudson Bridge…
Finally, as I round the bend in southwest Inwood, I have a full view of the Hudson River and New Jersey across the river and beyond…
I have seen all the rivers of Manhattan this Sunday, 12/5/04. The sunset greets me as I come `round the bend. Next stop…Central Park…
Sunday afternoon miracle
The NYC places that I walk are hidden and remote hideaways…locations probably never before trodden by a Los Angeles native. I would
even go so far as to say that a lot of New Yorkers have not even been to the places I go…
“Watch me! Watch me! I got it! Heeeeeyyyyy! I got soul, and I`m SUPERBAD….”
F Train…heading downtown….3 incredible subway break dancers grooving to the aforementioned song….
“Where the fuck have you been?”
I`m sorry, I was caught between the moon and New York City…..
135 Bowery….between Grand and Broome
Walking through NYC on a dreary and rainy day, listening to Miles and Coltrane, “Kind of Blue”……….PERFECT…….
t-shirt on a sexy chick…..
S U G A R P U S S Y
Yeah, right….and I`m the King of Old Siam…..
…face like a Christmas Ham…….
I`m looking all around me now for side tunnels and grottoes because of this book, “The Mole People.” I find myself squinting out
the window of subway trains now, staring into the endless darkness, trying to catch a glimpse of a fleeting figure in the shadows,
a brief look at life in the city the streets…….
“Behold! Human beings living in an underground den…like ourselves, they see only their own shadows, or the shadows of one another,
which the fire throws on the opposite wall of the cave.”
“You can always disappear when no one is looking.”
NYC cocktail napkin
Life is often so simple if you just LET IT be simple…
“Think of yourself as an undervalued asset that`s about to go public.”
Classical music rainy day (12/7/04) at Astor Place/Lafayette Starbucks.
I`m staring out at the Cube and the weather and the cold and the people despite it all.
They must all be going somewhere, right?
Day by day, I find it increasingly difficult to give a shit.
I`m an EXTREMELY busy man…uptown, downtown, eastside, westside–ALL OVER…..
Don`t try to stop this train, baby, it`s an EXPRESS train ALL THE WAY TO THE END OF THE LINE….
“Don`t fake the funk on a nasty dunk.”
My timing is FUCKING PERFECT.
Sorry, that`s not in my contract…
Grand Central Station Main Concourse with a 16oz Bud (of course)