When you leave New York, you are astonished at how clean the rest of the world is. Clean is not enough. Fran Lebowitz


manhattan

                         1998, mother on her 60th birthday, on top of what we considered, the top of the world.

                         1997 me at 28 riding a lower manhattan cycle, we happen to like new york.

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woody allen’s ‘manhattan’

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Manhattan

  by: Lola Ridge (1871-1941) www.blackcatpoems.com

Out of the night you burn, Manhattan,

In a vesture of gold
Spun of innumerable arcs,
Flaring and multiplying–
Gold at the uttermost circles fading
Into the tenderest hint of jade,
Or fusing in tremulous twilight blues,
Robing the far-flung offices,
Scintillant-storied, forking flame,
Or soaring to luminous amethyst
Over the steeples aureoled–

Diaphanous gold,
Veiling the Woolworth, argently
Rising slender and stark
Mellifluous-shrill as a vender’s cry,
And towers squatting graven and cold
On the velvet bales of the dark,
And the Singer’s appraising
Indolent idol’s eye,
And night like a purple cloth unrolled–

Nebulous gold
Throwing an ephemeral glory about life’s vanishing points,
Wherein you burn …
You of unknown voltage
Whirling on your axis …
Scrawling vermillion signatures
Over the night’s velvet hoarding …
Insolent, towering spherical
To apices ever shifting.

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when i think of manhattan i always hear benny goodman’s band playing………..i think this is woody allen’s fault (theme tuen to ‘alice’)

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Once I was walking from The Mercer in New York – because otherwise I don’t walk anywhere – and this woman paparazzo who was following me fell over a fire hydrant and her whole tooth went through her lip. I leant over her, saying, ‘Are you all right?’ and she was still taking pictures.
Kate Moss
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woody allen’s ‘manhattan murder mystery

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