"I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, / If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles." - Whitman
Monday, June 29, 2009
Postcard to My Followers in NY
"Home"
Astoria, Brooklyn, Manhattan
New York, New York
USA
Dear Ye, with the hum of the city under your skin,
This place gets under your skin too. I don't want to come back. No offense, but I have been writing, teaching, and acting without a second thought for anything else. I've been doing everything I love --something you enable but somehow don't allow me to do. . . I'm talking to you, NY. But to my compadres within your walls, I send you a snapshot of the buildings unlike ours. This "graffiti" is how the country campaigns for the candidates at large. A particular village supports a particular man, who has a number and then slogans are painted on the sides of their houses nestled in sloping mountain-sides. Occasionally a fedora and red cloak disappear into the green folds of earth. Panoramas are peopled and unpeopled. Who is voting, I wonder? I am hypnotized and my mouth is agape, slowly filling with the mud of fertile Andean fields.
With thanks and inspiration,
Jennifer
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