Monday, June 5, 2017

Porky on Gowanus

However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of
pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of
perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the
confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can’t
even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway
handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not
totally regret life. It is more important to affirm the least
sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they
continue to pass. Do they know what they’re missing? Uh huh.

from "Meditations in an Emergency" - Frank O'Hara

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