Cars and streetcars and horses, oh my.
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Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
Gerard Van der Leun
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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?