Monday, April 14, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Follow your bliss. If you do follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while waiting for you, and the life you ought to be living is the one you are living. When you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in the field of your bliss, and they open the doors to you. I say, follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be. If you follow your bliss, doors will open for you that wouldn’t have opened for anyone else."

Friday, April 11, 2014

Indignation


"You be greater than your feelings. I don't demand this of you —
life does. Otherwise you'll be washed away by feelings.
You'll be washed out to sea and never seen again."

Text by Philip Roth • Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Accidentally, An Anniversary

"The hard-on is no laughing matter," Stanley announced to the chorus seated with black spectacles uniformly worn on their pablum-stuffed faces. Later, staring across the table into their eyes he barked with a smirk, "Yes, I will be her Philip Roth; her Arthur Miller..." This time, the garishly dressed waiter appeared astonished, almost dropping the gin and tonic he was bringing Larissa. It would've been fine with him, as she was onto her fifth one and giggling like a stoned teenager, dragging on further what seemed like an endless night of service.

The absurdity of the situation, or really Larissa's laughter and smile, tickled Stanley to no end. His own smile was uncontrollable and his joy palpable to all around him, as it had been for the past six months. (This is why, he suspected, they hated him.) He leaned back and thought... Had it actually been that long since he stumbled into the gallery, late night, after a long day of heat and frustration, anxiety and pain? The choice he made that evening some might call kismet, but he never believed in such things. Regardless, had he gone home as was the plan, the painting, the dancing, and this night — and all the nights leading up to it — would've never happened, and his life would be that of someone else.

Stanley drifted back from his thoughts to see what appeared to be sunshine across the table, filling the room with a sense of purpose and possibility. He rubbed his eyes, looked at the chorus, and then Larissa; dear sweet Larissa. His long held and unfounded fear was suddenly gone, and he knew what he to do. Why put off the end, when the end is actually a new beginning?

He put down his fork, tossed his napkin to the floor, pushed himself out of his chair, and began the last walk of his life.
© 2014 Lee Greenfeld

Monday, April 7, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Illness is the night side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place."

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Monday, March 31, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted."

Monday, March 24, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"What was astonishing to him was how people seemed to run out of their own being, run out of whatever the stuff was that made them who they were and, drained of themselves, turn into the sort of people they would have once have felt sorry for. It was as though while their lives were rich and full they were secretly sick of themselves and couldn't wait to dispose of their sanity and their health and all sense of proportion so as to get down to that other self, the true self, who was a wholly deluded fuckup. It was as though being in tune with life was an accident that might sometimes befall the fortunate young but was otherwise something for which human beings lacked any real affinity. How odd."

Monday, March 17, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"For many minutes, for many hours, for a bleak eternity, he lay awake, shivering, reduced to primitive terror, comprehending that he had won freedom, and wondering what he could do with anything so unknown and embarrassing as freedom."

Monday, March 10, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Philosophy becomes tortured thinking. Thinking that devours itself—and continues intact and even flourishes, in spite (or perhaps because) of the repeated acts of self-cannibalism. In the passion play of thought, the thinker plays the roles of both protagonist and antagonist. He is both suffering Prometheus and the remorseless eagle who consumes his perpetually regenerated entrails."

Monday, March 3, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Nobody really knew anything. People lived; they went here and there about the earth and rode through forests; so much seemed to challenge or to promise, and so many sights to stir our longing: an evening star, a blue harebell, a lake half-covered in green reeds, the eyes of beasts and human eyes; and always it was as though something would happen, something never seen and yet sighed for, as though a veil would be pulled back off the world; till the feeling passed, and there had been nothing."

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Christopher Columbus Syndrome


"You just can’t come in the neighborhood. I’m for democracy and letting everybody live but you gotta have some respect. You can’t just come in when people have a culture that’s been laid down for generations and you come in and now shit gotta change because you’re here? Get the fuck outta here. Can’t do that!"

Rant excerpt by Spike Lee, February 2014
Brooklyn Love artwork by Adam Suerte © 2014

Monday, February 24, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Tea And Misery


"...our own age is essentially one of understanding, and on the average, perhaps, more knowledgeable than any former generation, but it is without passion. Every one knows a great deal, we all know which way we ought to go and all the different ways we can go, but nobody is willing to move."

Text from The Present Age, 1846
Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Monday, February 17, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one’s will. Virtue, good, evil are nothing but words, unless one takes them apart in order to build something with them; they do not win their true meaning until one knows how to apply them."

Friday, February 14, 2014

More Than A Glance


Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

A Drinking Song by W.B. Yeats
Photograph by Mary Ellen Mark © 1987

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

No More Mister Nice Girl


Maggie Estep
Rest In Peace

"thank you i’m so grateful thank you i don’t know how i can convey how thankful i am i’m bending over with gratitude the sky is pouring itself down my throat because i’m wide open because i’m so glad i’m HAPPY i wasn’t always HAPPY in fact i used to be a miserable wretch but i realize this was an idiotic waste of time i climbed out of the morass of love gone wrong and the fact that this world is not a fair place i had to say ‘fuck it’ to suicide, self-obsession, perverse maudlinism and the acme of melancholy to hell with sticking my head in the oven i’m HAPPY i’m ridiculously vengefully HAPPY i’m ripped apart by sunshine i’m ecstatic i’m leaping i’m cutting off all my limbs i’m doing circus tricks with forks i’m breathing fire i’m a radiant asshole and i’m HAPPY i’ve got joy shooting from the roots of my hair down to my violent red toenails i’m HAPPY to be here to be alive to be here to be alive i’m here i’m alive and i’m HAPPY. thank you."

Monday, February 10, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower."

Monday, February 3, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"America's radicals are to be found wherever and whenever America moves close to the fulfillment of its democratic dream. Whenever America's hearts are breaking, there American radicals were and are. America was begun by its radicals. America was built by its radicals. The hope and future of America lies with its radicals."

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Curse Of The Drinking Class





From 1972 to 1982, a bartender named Shelly Nadelman photographed the patrons and surroundings of the Terminal Bar, a watering hole across the street from the Port Authority. The 2002 documentary Terminal Bar was created using some of the over 2000 photos Nadelman shot during his ten year stint at the bar, truly capturing the old city in all its grit'n'glory.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

How Can I Keep From Singing?


Pete Seeger
Rest In Peace

"Participation — that's what's gonna save the human race."

I can still vividly recall being a little kid and playing my copy of the one Pete Seeger record I had, carefully dropping the needle on "Guantanamera" as my copy was literally cracked. Though I quickly left Pete behind for Bob, there was something so soothing about Pete's voice; it was like an elder member of your family telling you that all would be "alright." As I got older, I found out about the man that Seeger was: inspiring, brave, loving, giving, championing. He led a long and distinguished life, yet his loss still feels huge. Fare thee well Mr. Seeger; thanks for all that you gave the world.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Quote Of The Week

“The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.”