I went to New York
once. I will never go there again.
New York is a
whore, a gigolo. It takes dreams and crushes them; it takes people and cheapens
them; it takes ideals and trivialises them. It dons the harlot’s weeds and
smirks lasciviously. It is the product and promoter of all that I hold
detestable. And it wears the face of the muse.
New York took
from me that which was precious. And now it’s gone.
This is one post I might take down in the morning.
4 comments:
So, you love New York then! Doesn't sound like the best experience,but then huge cities can swallow you up inside the machine and spit you out all upside down and back to front. Had to leave Tokyo to keep my sanity!
I spent time in London during the 80s and 90s, Mel. Never again. Nice to see you. See update.
I've been having trouble with your blog. It kept crashing my browser, but it was OK again yesterday.
I mean, you're not obligated to like every city (or any) in the world. I think this post says a lot about you and not necessarily a lot about New York, so it's fine for you to leave it up.
I think it hints at a bit about the human condition as well, Maria, and about how big metropolises with powerful, urban energies can confuse a person's instinctive radar. Sensitive and scattered people are especially at risk from their sometimes predatory influences, I think, and the shock waves can even spread to others in their orbit. You will have gleaned, I'm sure, that I have a personal reason to despise New York and much of what it stands for at the moment.
It's an old theme in literature.
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