Friday, May 28, 2010

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Beat Photos

Some very interesting photos taken by Allen Ginsberg, on exhibit at the National Gallery of Art until September. I hope I can make it down to D.C. to check it out!

New York in the Movies

The classic movies that made me want to move here:

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Sometimes all you have is a feeling

Having just graduated with a B.A. from NYU, I have been thinking a lot about the past four years and my reasons for going to New York for college. I've been thinking about how the experience has changed me.

Reading "At Least You Have Pride," by Jennifer Paddock was an eerie experience for me. She speaks of so many feelings and experiences that I have felt in the last four years. It has me thinking even harder about my life in New York City and how it has shaped who I am.

And the thought that plagues my mind even more than any else is, "Who am I?"

Saturday, May 8, 2010


Etymology: German, from wandern to wander + Lust desire, pleasure
Date: 1875

1: strong longing for or impulse toward wandering

2: the feeling that keeps me up at night, that makes my fingers and toes itch, wanting to go, just to go, not concerned with where or when or how long it might take or what troubles could be encountered, just wanting to move one foot in front of the other until I am in a different place and a different time surrounded by strangers who seem more familiar to me than the people I have known my entire life, familiar strangers, the familiar sense of outsiderness, of not belonging, of being different, just want to go, go, go...

Monday, May 3, 2010


By e.e. cummings

there are so many tictoc
clocks everywhere telling people
what toctic time it is for
tictic instance five toc minutes toc
past six tic

Spring is not regulated and does
not get out of order nor do
its hands a little jerking move
over numbers slowly

we do not
wind it up it has no weights
springs wheels inside of
its slender self no indeed dear
nothing of the kind.

(So,when kiss Spring comes
we'll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss
lips because tic clocks toc don't make
a toctic difference
to kisskiss you and to
kiss me)

Saturday, May 1, 2010


By James Schuyler

The morning sky is clouding up
and what is that tree,
dressed up in white? The fruit
tree, French pear. Sulphur-
yellow bees stud the forsythia
canes leaning down into the transfer
across the park. And trees in
skimpy flower bud suggest
the uses of paint thinner, so
fine the net they cast upon
the wind. Cross-pollination
is the order of the fragrant day.
That was yesterday: today is May,
not April and the magnolias
open their goblets up and
an unseen precipitation
fills them. A gray day in May.