Monday, March 23, 2015

Quote Of The Week

"I believe in New Yorkers. Whether they’ve ever questioned the dream in which they live, I wouldn’t know, because I won’t ever dare ask that question."

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

The Day After


"Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad."

Monday, March 16, 2015

Quote Of The Week

"Our belief is not a belief. Our principles are not a faith. We do not rely soley upon science and reason, because these are necessary rather than sufficient factors, but we distrust anything that contradicts science or outrages reason. We may differ on many things, but what we respect is free inquiry, openmindedness, and the pursuit of ideas for their own sake."

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Friday, March 13, 2015

Sex Without Love

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
Gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth, whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio
vascular health — just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

From The Dead And The Living, © 1984

Monday, March 9, 2015

Quote Of The Week

"People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes."

Monday, March 2, 2015

Quote Of The Week

"I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain."

Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Lesson

A simple observation, her good-natured ribbing did it: all about the black socks. It was more than just the black socks, but it was a reminder; the ends were very far from the surface. Black socks. Bridges. That curl of the lip. That night.

"We all shouted 'ammonia man' as he clawed at his eyes." "You think that's funny?," he asked. Then he stood right in front of me wearing a weather-beaten leather vest, and big black mc-boots; hair all slicked back and a deep olive complexion. He leaned in and asked me his name. I said it, and he hit me. Standing there in front of the candy store shivering from the cold, the shame I felt was nearly unbearable. I did nothing wrong yet I felt lost. I often felt lost back then. I put myself in the position to get hit, perhaps that's why I felt so wretched. The reverberations of that punch would shake right through the neighborhood, and I'd live with it for a while in the spotlight, and for years to come in my own dark corners. There were many times to come after that snowy day that I'd get hit in one way or another. Many more days and nights of shame. He asked me his name, I answered and got hit so hard it took my wind away and left me shaking. Paralyzed. Why then did I spend the next day with him, blurring the edges and acting the fool?

Her hand reaching out across a scarred, stained, beer-soaked table, wrapping itself in my fingers. That curl of the lip. It all turned into everything I desperately needed, and was gone before the processing could even begin... Black socks. How could that ever sum it up?

© 2006-2015 Lee Greenfeld

Thursday, February 26, 2015

A Gallery Of Cool, Take Seventeen








"Rock'n'roll is an attitude, it's not a musical form of a strict sort. It's a way of doing things, of approaching things. Writing can be rock'n'roll, or a movie can be rock'n'roll. It's a way of living your life."

Monday, February 23, 2015

Quote Of The Week

"Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island."

Monday, February 16, 2015

Quote Of The Week

"The trick of enjoying New York is not to be so busy grinding your way to the center of the earth that you fail to notice the sparkle of the place, a scale and a kind of wonder that puts all human endeavors in their proper place."

Sunday, February 15, 2015

The Simple Truth


 "Some days I catch a rhythm,
almost a song in my own breath."

Philip Levine
Rest In Peace

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Quote Of The Week

"So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us — that's snatched right out of our hands — even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness."

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

All The Filth


"The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches."

Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2015

Monday, February 2, 2015

Quote Of The Week

“Once I thought that to be human was the highest aim a man could have, but I see now that it was meant to destroy me. To-day I am proud to say that I am inhuman, that I belong not to men and governments, that I have nothing to do with creeds and principles. I have nothing to do with the creaking machinery of humanity - I belong to the earth!”

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Run Around In Sandals


Rod McKuen
Rest In Peace

"“I've been going a long time now, along the way I've learned some things. You have to make the good times yourself, take the little times and make them into big times, and save the times that are all right, for the ones that aren't so good."

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Quote Of The Week

“Monsters exist, but they are too few in number to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are the common men, the functionaries ready to believe and to act without asking questions."

Monday, January 19, 2015

Quote Of The Week

"I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends."

Monday, January 5, 2015

Adiós Amigos


A.I.T.A. is on a brief hiatus... Back in roughly two weeks.

Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2015

Friday, January 2, 2015

20/20 Vision


"Life can only be understood backwards;
but it must be lived forwards."

Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2015
Quote from Søren Kierkegaard's Journal, 1843

Monday, December 29, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death — ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return."

Monday, December 22, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"The main thing that I learned about conspiracy theory, is that conspiracy theorists believe in a conspiracy because that is more comforting. The truth of the world is that it is actually chaotic. The truth is that it is not The Iluminati, or The Jewish Banking Conspiracy, or the Gray Alien Theory. The truth is far more frightening — nobody is in control. The world is rudderless."

Sunday, December 21, 2014

A Penny For The Old Guy



"The eyes are not here. There are no eyes here. In this valley of dying stars. In this hollow valley. This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms. In this last of meeting places. We grope together. And avoid speech..."

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being."

Friday, December 12, 2014

The Land Of Permanent Bliss


"Just how much abuse will you be able to take? Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss... Steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king. There's only one step down from here baby, it's called the land of permanent bliss. What’s a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?"