Cars and streetcars and horses, oh my.
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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Probably the last good year in the lives of our grandparents, before it all went *SMASH* in August, 1914.
Hale Adams
Pikesville, People’s still-mostly-Democratic Republic of Maryland
Eerie. They don’t seem all that different from us.
What America looked like the year we adopted the M1911 .45 pistol. Think about that.
Wouldn’t you like to see those same areas filmed today in those locations? I’d do it in black and white with a sound track. The contrast would be stunning.
Wonderful, thanks for sharing!
Teri Pittman April 22, 2018, 9:49 AM
Wouldn’t you like to see those same areas filmed today in those locations? I’d do it in black and white with a sound track. The contrast would be stunning.
Not necessarily. The transport was different. In addition to horses and streetcars, traffic was lighter due to there being fewer cars. The elevated subways in Manhattan have, for the most part, been put underground.
But there was a lot of continuity in the buildings. The triangular flatiron building @ 23rd and Broadway is still there- though there has been a lot of adjacent construction since then. I have been visiting cousins on the Lower East Side for decades, where there has been little or no new construction for a century. The last time I visited the Lower East Side, I was very surprised to see some construction.
@Andy Texan: They’re not that different, but boy howdy, there weren’t nearly as many overweight people in that video as we would see now, were there?