“I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. (more…)
“Words Create Love”. Near the “chained bay waters Liberty” at high tide yesterday.
Not particularly true, but beautiful nonetheless.
Outside WTC PATH. 5:12pm. A nod to the last shot of L’Avventura.
There’s a certain amount of respect you give a person by showing effort, by putting your heart in your throat and talking from there. When it comes to love, I find openness so seductive, and half-measures to be cowardice. I relish lovers who have the courage to truly unleash themselves.
Give me the woman who discloses too much about what her heart hides (good or bad), rather than the one who piecemeals and says nothing at all.
As I began to upload the “Sidewalk by Streetlight” photo to the blog (see previous post), I thought about the perfect song to go with it: Gregory and the Hawk’s “Orange River” song. I went to YouTube to find if anyone else had even heard it.
A user named “StevieProductions” has made the absolutely most perfect video for the song. The lyrics, which feature lines like “I remember when peace / was a pretty contender” are below.
Watch his gorgeous video is here on YouTube.
Orange river glides through the saddle of the park
An icy day in March
Cuts the clouds,
they push apart
I’d rather be on fire,
rather be on fire, fireStaring straight ahead,
meeting the streets
Your inky skin and your skinny feet
it’s about a sidewalk, about a subway, waking to sunsetsIt’s been all of my wishes
Devised a dream and then lived it
and I remember when I first listened to your records
It’s clouded, what we know
We can only hope
And I’m losing just about everythingIt’s been all of my regrets
to live a lie and end upset
and I remember when peace was a pretty contender
It’s clouded what we know
And I’m losing everything
And I’m losing everything
And I’m losing everything…
Orange river glides, orange river glides through the saddle of the park…
Jersey City sidewalk illuminated by streetlight. Last night, 713pm. Gorgeous.
Thames Street in rainwater. 12:06pm. I was so captivated by the space I forgot to look at the street. I would have had a field day on photographing the pavement: the muted, gritty tone and the passionate red streaks. Ugh.
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