NYC-Notes From The Underground.

Picasso Paid Them To Leave 

One belongs to New York instantly,one belongs to it as much in 10 minutes as in 10 years I grew up young wanting to leave it, and I am growing old wanting to get back to it. But you cant't go home.(again).The future just ain't what it used to be.

Nobody walks in L.A. but  getting around by subway in NYC is no longer a  pain in the English, since I can ask for directions in almost any language now, and I did, especially in Spanglish.

The Underground is not  some political movement.It's public transpo. "Going to the city" by subway

from Long Island, I can see the resentment and fatigue in the faces of commuters, of the speed  and success of those living in the city successfully.Yesterday there was a sense of togetherness on the train---one guy wanted to share my pants

I caught the M train to MOMA today, and stopped by ST Patrick's Cathedral, Rockefeller Center and Hearld Sq today.

The  Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art, I felt like a thing from another tax bracket, after all aren't these galleries just cemetery of tax-deductible wealth. Nevertheless, I was stopped cold by the rough beauty and emotional color of Van Gogh's Starry Night. He himself said, A good picture is equivalent to a good deed.   Andrew Wyeth's Magic Realism of Christina's World, and his  everyday farmville scene is saturated  with poetic mystery and  indeed a good one.

Christina's World is a 1948 painting by American painter Andrew Wyeth, and one of the best-known American paintings of the middle 20th century.  This was the first picture that spoke to me almost 25 years ago.The woman crawling through the tawny grass was the artist's neighbor in Maine, who, crippled by polio, "was limited physically but by no means spiritually.".

These art students are a pain in the English!

I met  a guy named Art. I took  him to a museum, hung him on the wall, criticized him, and left.