...A quoi bon...
NEW YORK Marcello and Angela Bertinetti 1984
It is TRUE
that only someone who
has been in NEW YORK
can imagine the TERRIFIC contradiction
the CITY embodies.
I felt that I COULD hate NEW YORK
just as EASILY as I could LOVE it,
but NO one feeling stayed long ENOUGH to claim center stage.
I was CAPTIVATED by the city's EXTRAORDINARY charm,
but I was repelled and MYSTIFIED by its anonymity.
When I thought about NEW YORK after my return,
series of images would COME to mind:
peaks of skycrapers REFLECTING the red light of sunset
nights ILLUMINATED by NEON signs
PEOPLE swarming up and down avenues
somber Rolls Royce gliding amidst the ELEGANCE of Park Avenue
the dark and FRIGHTENING atmosphere of 42nd Street.
THESE things are just AS much a part of NEW YORK,
and as I contemplated them
a COMPLETE picture began to form until
I suddenly REALIZED that
NEW YORK had become
very DEAR to ME.
that only someone who
has been in NEW YORK
can imagine the TERRIFIC contradiction
the CITY embodies.
I felt that I COULD hate NEW YORK
just as EASILY as I could LOVE it,
but NO one feeling stayed long ENOUGH to claim center stage.
I was CAPTIVATED by the city's EXTRAORDINARY charm,
but I was repelled and MYSTIFIED by its anonymity.
When I thought about NEW YORK after my return,
series of images would COME to mind:
peaks of skycrapers REFLECTING the red light of sunset
nights ILLUMINATED by NEON signs
PEOPLE swarming up and down avenues
somber Rolls Royce gliding amidst the ELEGANCE of Park Avenue
the dark and FRIGHTENING atmosphere of 42nd Street.
THESE things are just AS much a part of NEW YORK,
and as I contemplated them
a COMPLETE picture began to form until
I suddenly REALIZED that
NEW YORK had become
very DEAR to ME.
I
HAVE
NOTHING
IF I DON' T
HAVE
YOU
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# Posté le samedi 28 juillet 2007 08:15
Modifié le samedi 28 juillet 2007 10:16
NEW YORK Marcello and Angela Bertinetti 1984
It's difficult for me to say why,
or how, or even when
the idea of NEW YORK first took root in me.
Looking back on my encounters with that dramatic city,
I feel a special fondness for that day in september 1981.
Angela and I had just reached NEW YORK CITY in our camper.
Weary from our journey but excited by our first glimpses of the city,
we felt our hopes quickly dissolve
into dismay as the frenzy and noise of NEW YORK engulfed us.
NEW YORK was much more complicated
than we had anticipated
Where would we go ? What would we do ?
Surrounded by so many options,
all clamoring for attention, it was impossible to decide.
We suddenly felt the need to be closer together,
to recover the human dimension that the city,
with its frenetic pace and its skycrapers seemed to have forgotten.
We began to walk.We were fascinated, curious,
enthusiastic and anxious.
The jostling crowds, the yellowness of the taxis,
the procession of images we passed,
the sun's reflections on the skycrapers
All these things magically initiated us
into a world very different from our own.
There must be a special reason for us being here,
I kept thinking, but what was it ?
why NEW YORK ?
or how, or even when
the idea of NEW YORK first took root in me.
Looking back on my encounters with that dramatic city,
I feel a special fondness for that day in september 1981.
Angela and I had just reached NEW YORK CITY in our camper.
Weary from our journey but excited by our first glimpses of the city,
we felt our hopes quickly dissolve
into dismay as the frenzy and noise of NEW YORK engulfed us.
NEW YORK was much more complicated
than we had anticipated
Where would we go ? What would we do ?
Surrounded by so many options,
all clamoring for attention, it was impossible to decide.
We suddenly felt the need to be closer together,
to recover the human dimension that the city,
with its frenetic pace and its skycrapers seemed to have forgotten.
We began to walk.We were fascinated, curious,
enthusiastic and anxious.
The jostling crowds, the yellowness of the taxis,
the procession of images we passed,
the sun's reflections on the skycrapers
All these things magically initiated us
into a world very different from our own.
There must be a special reason for us being here,
I kept thinking, but what was it ?
why NEW YORK ?
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# Posté le samedi 28 juillet 2007 02:30
Modifié le dimanche 29 juillet 2007 11:14
Jackie Curtis
Jackie is just speeding AWAY
Thought SHE was James Dean for a day
Then I guess she had to CRASH
VALIUM would have HELPED that bash - she said:
Hey Sugar, take a walk on the WILD side,
Said hey honey, take a WALK on the wild side.
Thought SHE was James Dean for a day
Then I guess she had to CRASH
VALIUM would have HELPED that bash - she said:
Hey Sugar, take a walk on the WILD side,
Said hey honey, take a WALK on the wild side.
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# Posté le dimanche 22 juillet 2007 01:03
vendredi 21 septembre 2007
Deux petits mois avant de RETROUVER
MA chère
Grosse Pomme
CINQ mois que j'en suis revenue
Déjà pour MOI
Seulement pour d'autres
Mais cinq mois de REMISE en question
CHANGEMENTS de projets
Projets de VIE
Professionnelle
Personnelle
PRISES de conscience
Que la vie est si SOUVENT celle que l'on ne vit pas
comme disait Oscar Wilde
Qu'il est TEMPS de VIVRE la vie que je me suis imaginée
comme l'aurait dit Henry James
Prise de conscience que c'est ELLE
New York et aucune autre
Prise de conscience que c'est LUI, Andy.
Alors je compte les mois, les jours,
les heures, presque
j'attends en sachant que je DEVRAI encore
en revenir et que ça me déchirera encore le coeur
mais aussi que est pour BIENTOT...
Il n'y a pas de hasards, il n'y a que des
RENDEZ-VOUS
D E A R
N E W Y O R K
T H I S I S A
L O V E
L E T T E R
F O R Y O U
A N D H O W Y O U
B R O U G H T U S
T O G E T H E R
MA chère
Grosse Pomme
CINQ mois que j'en suis revenue
Déjà pour MOI
Seulement pour d'autres
Mais cinq mois de REMISE en question
CHANGEMENTS de projets
Projets de VIE
Professionnelle
Personnelle
PRISES de conscience
Que la vie est si SOUVENT celle que l'on ne vit pas
comme disait Oscar Wilde
Qu'il est TEMPS de VIVRE la vie que je me suis imaginée
comme l'aurait dit Henry James
Prise de conscience que c'est ELLE
New York et aucune autre
Prise de conscience que c'est LUI, Andy.
Alors je compte les mois, les jours,
les heures, presque
j'attends en sachant que je DEVRAI encore
en revenir et que ça me déchirera encore le coeur
mais aussi que est pour BIENTOT...
Il n'y a pas de hasards, il n'y a que des
RENDEZ-VOUS
D E A R
N E W Y O R K
T H I S I S A
L O V E
L E T T E R
F O R Y O U
A N D H O W Y O U
B R O U G H T U S
T O G E T H E R
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# Posté le samedi 21 juillet 2007 14:21
Modifié le dimanche 22 juillet 2007 07:57
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