Monday, November 24, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will."

Monday, November 17, 2014

Quote Of The Week

"We are a vulgar, pushing mob whose passions are easily mobilized by demagogues, newspaper men, religious quacks, agitators and such like. To call this a society of free peoples is blasphemous. What have we to offer the world besides the superabundant loot which we recklessly plunder from the earth under the maniacal delusion that this insane activity represents progress and enlightenment?"

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Urban Light


"The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting."

Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Thursday, November 13, 2014

A Day In The Life


"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity
to anyone, but they've always worked for me."

Monday, November 10, 2014

Quote Of The Week

“For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!”

Sunday, November 9, 2014

The Great Lady


"I love the city in an emotional, irrational way, like loving your mother or your father even though they’re a drunk or a thief. I’ve loved the city my whole life — to me, it’s like a great woman."

Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014

Thursday, November 6, 2014

The Dance

If she decided to buy the green dress, Mary Beth would certainly be the fanciest girl at the dance. Unfortunately in her heart, she knew that pink was her color. It matched her eyes, her soul and her windswept hair felt like silk to his touch, which was the way the oracle told him it would be. He then looked out. The air was colorful. The leaves paled in comparison. The only thing Henry said was, "This time I will take that walk. Why shouldn't I?" She replied, "Hello small frog. You belong in your original home. That's nature." And that is what she believed in.
© 2009-2014 Lee Greenfeld

Monday, November 3, 2014

Quote Of The Week

“Our great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more likely to be honest than a clever man, and our politicians take advantage of this prejudice by pretending to be even more stupid than nature made them.”