NY – the soul of the universe?
Posted By Jane on October 21, 2006
Q.
O New York — you
beast! — why
do I pine for
thee when I have
miles of fat skies where
bright stars scream me
praises where redwoods wear
costumes that swoosh in
clean breeze where the
earth smells like
earth and not
concrete – where
terrain is unbattered where
butterflies flutter where
paths were walked once by a
couple of mules why do I
pine for your
mortal cement when I
hold the whole soul of
the universe – or are
you — the whole
soul of the
universe?
- Ryn Gargulinski
A. It’s that “the grass is always greener…” thing. Us artists are cursed by our copious desire and relentless imaginations. It’s what makes our vision so sharp and our tongues too; our lives so grand and so desperate at the very same instant. WE are the whole soul of the universe. From the mortal cement to the fat skies, your own swooning Jane LeCroy.
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