|This months cover by Aleksandar Ares,|
with layout & original photo by K.K.W
|For one of many times in my life,|
I had lost hope. Its been months since
I last saw her. "30 Days Of Night"
(title of a comic book series & movie adaptation of it).
|Along with Crows & Dragonflies ,|
I saw patterns & visions [hardly knowing
what was real anymore].
|With two steps back the sky told me the truth;|
this was a dream....wide awake.
|By the time I reached Flatbush Ave (@ Prospect Park),|
it was "All Quiet On The Western Front" (Title of the 1930's film).
|Dismounting for a few minutes, I couldn't|
remember the streets being this silent, so few people.
|Barclays (the new stadium in Brooklyn)|
had risen, like a young Titan;
gleaming, brazen...loved & hated.
|Signs were everywhere, but few understood....|
and none dare speak.
|And even fewer spoke of the elders now;|
most were long gone, or gutted, redesigned
on the inside & prostituted for the bourgeois.
|The Great Bridge; Some say we don't cross it,|
we're pulled towards it by some force,
like "Ants Marching"
(title of the song by Dave Matthew's Band).
|The people had become like shadows,|
or maybe shadows had taken human form.
The City changes us, one & all.
|Looking back, nothing seemed real.|
The landscape slowly receded into the fog.
"Play Misty For Me"
|As I traveled on, I strained to recall blue skies,|
and the feel of sunlight,
only to realize....I couldn't feel the cold.
|The path seemed to curve towards|
the sky. And those who followed it?
Moths, drawn to a flame.
|"...am I alive with thoughts that drift away?|
Does summer come for everyone,
can humans do what prophets say?..."
(Primitive Radio Gods - "Standing outside a broken
phone with money in my hand")
|For only a moment she seemed|
uneasy, as if not understanding
where she was anymore.
|Onward they marched, oblivious to the meat-hook|
realities that awaited them.
|My pulse quickened, as fear and love gripped|
me at the sight of her eyes.
"...hot summer nights, mid-July, when you and
I were forever wild. The crazy days,
city-lights, the way you played with me
like a child..." (Lana Del Rey - "Young & Beautiful").
|The eyes vanished as the light broke through.|
Though I could still hear her voice,
like a distant birds cry.
|Glass, steel, with a dark gleam;|
geometric linear forms dominated the land.
The young were rising...to steal the light.
|Sic Luceat Lux (Thus, let the light shine).|
|To look-up is to cringe|
at the light.
Is a faded flag, all that remains of our glory?
|To study The City, is to realize there was never|
only one, but two, changing with time.
|The green seemed so real;|
still fresh an unchanged,
like the open spaces seldom seen anymore.
|A gathering, at City-Hall Park.|
A symbolic place where power & ideas
emanate throughout The City.
|They stood before the great work (by Sol LeWitt).|
Did they marvel at its simplicity,
the complexity of its form?
At this humble gathering, a new order
was ushered in.
|On an open lawn it stood life-less,|
Geometric patterns, linear form, out of place
and still...right at home.
(By Sol LeWitt)
|Stairway to heaven? (artwork |
by Sol LeWitt)
|"...in restless dreams I walked alone...|
silence like a cancer grows..."
(Simon & Garfunkel - "The sound of silence")
|Gritty, defaced, and un-adored, its buildings like|
these that tell much of NYC's story.
"...their all, bold as love. Just, ask, the axis..."
(Jimi Hendrix - "Bold as love")
|Watch out for the shadows.|
|"...We ride the waves and don't ask where they|
go, we swim like lions through the crest,
and bathe ourselves in zebra flesh..."
(Primitive Radio Gods - "Standing outside a broken phone
with money in my hand")