- what you see in the back is what you feel inside
- what you see in the front is what you don't really see
- what you feel inside is what you don't really see
a question of perception
logic of beautiful thought
"what about... something beautiful - again - and again - I want to do something beautiful...." says the child to her grandmother, and the grandmother feels very touched, smiles at the shopkeeper, because he reminds her of her first love, and the shopkeeper is getting embarrassed without knowing why, and gives a paper postcard to the child who says ..... "oh! that is soooo beautiful!!"
the REAL thing - again
In front of the building you have the traffic and underneath the buildings you have the rats and the subway and above the building you have the sky with disoriented geese which got stuck in the magnetic field of Lower Manhattan and are circling forever above Ground Zero, like a landmark and reminder to the well-known, much-talked-about event one day in 2001, but behind the buildings, behind them, you see the REAL thing.
Only the geese can see it, but their sense of orientation has failed them.
is this?
is this a church tower?
is this a church tower roof?
is this asphalt? and this?
is this a car repairshop?
is this ????
is this???
is this??
is this?
but what is a HOT BIRD?
the REAL thing
“I am the real thing.”
Says the man who grew up in Brooklyn and lives now in Lower East Side.
So am I fake?
Dance (3)
somebody's concert - many other somebodys smashing their bodies into the walls and into each somebody's others, throwing pillows (instead of stones) and imitating gestures and movements which they have seen on TV. the street and the policecars are not there, but there is the same aggresion. young people playing provocation, screaming and poking and po8VINAKJHVMÖTZ4TCW AND &üp98+mväP)/(N§älkh
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when the lights turn back on, the "dance" is over.
SYMS and the woman
Question:
Will these buses, some day, be protected as historical "moving landmarks"?
... and will a computer-animated woman continuously jump up and down this sidewalk?
... and will we be able to see this SYMS-sign in a museum, explain to us that it was
back then, in 2008, which was around the time of the financial crisis and right before everything CHANGED, SYMS stood for a cooperation which operated a chain of 33 off-price retail stores located in the United States. Its merchandise consisted primarily of men's tailored clothing and haberdashery, women's dresses, suits and separates, children's apparel and men's, women's and children's shoes.Will this be the case?
Geography of a bar counter
These days, I heard say this Mexican man to the other Mexican man:
"You, like all the other fucking Mexicans, have a big mouth."
And he started laughing with his own big mouth, thinking he made a good joke.
... only that the first Mexican man was standing in front of and the other one behind the counter.
Dance (2)
. wiggling his shoulders
. bouncing the head up and down before biting into a huge cheese quesadilla, the men
. grins over to the band and
. says to himself - but loud enough so people on the next table could hear him could hear :
"this is my son!"
. and he chews down and adds "arent't they great?"
. and he keeps on dancing with his heart and his feelings, jumping and moving inside his big body on the tiny chair, moving more than any of the people around him only they do not see it.
people who ring your doorbell (2)
"Have you slept well tonight?"
"--- äh... yes.."
pause
"Do you think humanities problems can be solved?"
"...."
Dance (1)
Kroy's architecture is calling for a certain type of life-style. Not only the architecture, of course. But to a certain degree, yes.
Maybe Mies van der Rohe would not have thought that his buildings could procreate Hip Hop. Unvoluntarily, they helped creating it.
Today, we observe this type of dance which is not (really) sensual nor erotic. Its movements are the expression of a whole culture; movements and bodies which are somewhat more "here", more "grounded", "rooted to the soil" or "down-to-earth" than other types of dances. More "autochthonous", which probably means something solid and rooted in the way that plants are rooted. And so we are dancing in garages in Harlem or in industrial ruins in Brooklyn, rooted to the cement with both feet, the hands like branches flying high in the air, jumping up and down, but resting on their ground. Like plants, we move in the worst weather conditions, rest flexible in the upper part and solid on the base and try to get the semen, the word out there, and to do so we speak fast, as fast as we can, we call them bros and call ourselves "fat" or "grand" and have little animals and herbs invade our organic bodies until we all merge in the up-and-down-movement which we then take out to the street and keep it in our voices and in eyes.
True beauty
In a world of total design I walk around the city and get the feeling that all this is designed for the passer-by, the sun shining at exactly this angle between the buildings, getting reflected in the fire escapes and street signs, that the person resting in the last ray of the sun is just standing there to be seen and to produce sincerity, to produce truth, for truth lies in the beautiful.
times square
I walked over Times Square and felt emptiness. Superficiality and emptiness. Facades of glimmering, shining buildings, flickering lights, heartbeat and faster than heartbeat orgiastic color symphonies, penetrating my eyes. What is this all about? I look at the people around. Most of them take pictures (so do I), most of them do not know where to look first (neither do I), most of them seem confused (however, they don’t say it). I am one people amongst them.
Oh, that does not work linguistically, since people is always in the plural. So to be with the people and not feel superficiality I have to plunge into the plural?
Colors of Kroy
Once upon a time, there were 3 brothers. All 3 of them had a special gift: they could see the emotions of the city in color. So, all 3 of them became painters and set out to paint the walls of Kroy, adapting the city to its everchanging colors, each time adapting the walls to the emotions of the moment, so everyone could see it. They went from red to blue to yellow to a type of brown until they settled for this type of brown and thought this was not so bad a color after all, and since then they have been going aroung painting in this ... very particular hue:
Some gallons of sadness with some gallons of despair with a dose of feeling shitty, and a touch of fall (symbolic for the automn of life) ... and some white to keep the hue lighter (and keep the hopes up that times are a-changing.)
Cold weather - the great separator
The “cold” is the great separator of Kroy.
The cold.org is a company specialized in equipment for separation on rich and poor matter by using cold wind, ice, storm, rain and snow.
When the cold arrives in the city, people’s movements tell you a lot about their financial background. Usually, the wealthier the people, the livelier they move about; that is, if you see them at all, stepping out of taxis into restaurants or bars and back into taxis and from the taxi into their home. Other people tuck their head into their shoulders and move along, fixing always the next steps on the sidewalk, like the guy in “Momo” who was looking always on the following square feet he had to clean until he reached the end of the road… (but this is yet another story). Then, there are people who stand on the street to sell things. They move from one foot to the other, in a certain monotonous dance on the same spot. Most of them clap their hands. Again other people do not move at all. They rest in one place and stare in front of them. Sitting on cardboard boxes and stacks of newspapers which barely keeps the cold away, they just sit there and wait for the spring.
what people believe in ...
money- power
- change
- beauty
- more money
- real love
- god/allah/younamehim
- themselves
- santa claus
- cnn
- ...
Mucho Cold
... says the man who is selling almonds on 14th street to the woman who is cleaning the toilets of several big buildings. She laughs and blows smoke in his face. The smoke gets pulled away from the wind; it mixes with the smoke from the underground and the smoke of the sewer system.
The wind in Kroy always blows horizontally, bizarrely enough, in this very vertical city I would have expected the wind to blow vertically also, like blowing up from the subway airshafts, blowing up skirts, plastic bags and hair, blowing up up up up up to the highest point of the skyscrapers only to turn around and fall down on the heads of the millions as revenge or maybe only cold wind. Or “cold” and basta. But, hey, no, the wind in Kroy blows from the left to the right and from the right to the left, and the flying plastic bags or flying squirrels have nothing to do with the wind but rather with not-being-from-this-wordliness.
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