Wednesday, February 20, 2008

here is new york: the subway, pt. 1

"A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening it's meaning. The city is like poetry: it compresses all life, all races and breeds, into a small island and adds music and the accompaniment of internal engines. The island of Manhattan is without any doubt the greatest human concentrate on earth, the poem whose magic is comprehensible to millions of permanent residents but whose full meaning will always remain elusive."
-- e.b. white, here is new york

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