Sunday, January 8, 2012

Week in Seven Words #101

This past fall I visited the 9/11 Memorial in New York City; where each tower stood, water spills for thirty feet into a pool and then descends into a dark square hole that looks like the mouth of an abyss. I think of the memorial as I walk in Times Square, where the city doesn't seem to have a past, but exists only in the colorful flashy present.

High Line Park in NYC was built on a long section of elevated train tracks, now half-buried in long yellow grasses and shrubs. There are many interesting perspectives from the park: streets flowing across the city, the Hudson River bearing its freight, a view of slanting roofs, balconies and elevated patios, the Empire State Building peeking over a swarm of apartment buildings.

New Year's Eve: a fun movie, some intense video games, and a couple of hours of noise music made more bearable by the vodka cranberry I've been nursing since half past eight.

Balloons tumble down East Houston Street between the wheels of buses and cars.

A cold unyielding wind that numbs my jaw.

The street is full of bright signs with Chinese characters and tiny restaurants accessed via basement stairs, a center for Buddhism and red banners everywhere, and then suddenly you find an old splendid synagogue rising into a blue sky.

It's a day for walking and peeking into shop windows along the way. Mannequins in glittering dresses are on display, flowers entwined around reflections of the street outside, earrings and brooches in neat rows, stacked cups in different rainbow colors.


bermudaonion said...

I love these posts! I was able to visit High Line Park last summer and it is lovely!

naida said...

I like the image you create with 'splashy'. And I can so relate to 'coasting' :)

John Hayes said...

This is a beautiful & thought-provoking series of posts. I assume you mean "anamnesis" in the context of Plato. I'll be thinking about that paragraph for some time. Deep waters indeed.

Relyn said...

You know, I didn't want to miss a single one of your weeks. I can't believe how long I've been gone - wrapped in my own sadness. It's good to be back.