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"When I left my home and arrived in New York, I rented a small apartment in Queens, and, one day, distraught, I got a tattoo on my ankle, the wings spread wide. It is one of the stupidest things I have ever done. I hated myself for the cheapness I had become."
~Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin
(pic via fuck yeah tattoos)
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"When I left my home and arrived in New York, I rented a small apartment in Queens, and, one day, distraught, I got a tattoo on my ankle, the wings spread wide. It is one of the stupidest things I have ever done. I hated myself for the cheapness I had become."

~Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin

(pic via fuck yeah tattoos)

other colum mccann related posts


… How did you get here? It was your friend, Tad Allagash, who powered you in here. You started out on the Upper East Side with champagne and unlimited prospects, strictly observing the Allagash rule of perpetual motion: one drink per stop. Tad’s mission in life is to have more fun than anyone else in New York City, and this involves a lot of moving around, since there is always the likelihood that where you aren’t is more fun than where you are.
~Jay McInerney, Bright Lights Big City

(pic via nyt)

… How did you get here? It was your friend, Tad Allagash, who powered you in here. You started out on the Upper East Side with champagne and unlimited prospects, strictly observing the Allagash rule of perpetual motion: one drink per stop. Tad’s mission in life is to have more fun than anyone else in New York City, and this involves a lot of moving around, since there is always the likelihood that where you aren’t is more fun than where you are.

~Jay McInerney, Bright Lights Big City

(pic via nyt)



ODE To Mix Tapes
These days, it’s too easy to make mix tapes.CD burners iPods, and iTunesHave taken the placeOf vinyl cassette. And , soonEnough, clever introverts will createQuicker point-and-click ways to declareOne’s love, lust, friendship, and favor.But I miss the laborOf making old-school mix tapes — the midairAcrobatics of recording one songAt a time. It sometimes took daysTo Play, choose, pause,Ponder, record, replay, erase,And replace. But there was no magic wand.It was blue-collar work. A great mix tapeWas sculpture designed to seduceAnd let the hounds loose.great mix tape was a three-chord parade
Led by the first song, something bold and brave,A heat-seeker like Prince with “Cream,”Or “Let’s Get It On,” by Marvin Gaye.The next song was always Patsy Cline’s ” Sweet Dreams,”or something by Hank. But O, the last trackWas the vessel that containedThe most devotion and painAnd made promises that you couldn’t take back.
~Sherman Alexie
War Dances

ODE To Mix Tapes

These days, it’s too easy to make mix tapes.
CD burners iPods, and iTunes
Have taken the place
Of vinyl cassette. And , soon
Enough, clever introverts will create
Quicker point-and-click ways to declare
One’s love, lust, friendship, and favor.
But I miss the labor
Of making old-school mix tapes — the midair

Acrobatics of recording one song
At a time. It sometimes took days
To Play, choose, pause,
Ponder, record, replay, erase,
And replace. But there was no magic wand.
It was blue-collar work. A great mix tape
Was sculpture designed to seduce
And let the hounds loose.
great mix tape was a three-chord parade

Led by the first song, something bold and brave,
A heat-seeker like Prince with “Cream,”
Or “Let’s Get It On,” by Marvin Gaye.
The next song was always Patsy Cline’s ” Sweet Dreams,”
or something by Hank. But O, the last track
Was the vessel that contained
The most devotion and pain
And made promises that you couldn’t take back.

~Sherman Alexie

War Dances

hasardheureux:

Ode For Pay Phones
All
That
Autumn,
I walked from
The apartment (shared
With my sisters) to that pay phone
On Third Avenue, next to a sleazy gas station And down the block from the International House of Pancakes. I was working the night
Shift at a pizza joint and you were away at college. You dated a series of inconsequential boys. Well, each boy meant little on his
Own, but their cumulative effect devastated my brain and balls. I wanted you to stop kissing relative strangers, so I called you at midnight as often as I could afford. If I talked to you that late, I knew
(Or Hoped) you couldn’t rush into anybody’s bed. But, O, I still recall the misery of hearing the ring, ring, ring, ring
Of your unanswered phone. These days, I’d text you to find you, but where’s the delicious pain
In that? God, I miss standing in the mosquito dark
At this or that pay phone. I wish
That I could find one
And call back
All that
I
Loved
~Sherman Alexie, War Dances
(pic via ev grieve)

hasardheureux:

Ode For Pay Phones

All

That

Autumn,

I walked from

The apartment (shared

With my sisters) to that pay phone

On Third Avenue, next to a sleazy gas station And down the block from the International House of Pancakes. I was working the night

Shift at a pizza joint and you were away at college. You dated a series of inconsequential boys. Well, each boy meant little on his

Own, but their cumulative effect devastated my brain and balls. I wanted you to stop kissing relative strangers, so I called you at midnight as often as I could afford. If I talked to you that late, I knew

(Or Hoped) you couldn’t rush into anybody’s bed. But, O, I still recall the misery of hearing the ring, ring, ring, ring

Of your unanswered phone. These days, I’d text you to find you, but where’s the delicious pain

In that? God, I miss standing in the mosquito dark

At this or that pay phone. I wish

That I could find one

And call back

All that

I

Loved

~Sherman Alexie, War Dances

(pic via ev grieve)

"I stepped from the sunlight in Union Square into the comfortable dark of Max’s. All the bouncers knew me. A cocktail was placed on the table: a Manhattan first, washed down with a White Russian. I was airborne within few minutes, I wandered around, chatted, flirted, laughed. Rock stars in the back room and artists in  the front. Men in the women’s bathroom. Women in the men’s, smoking, talking, kissing, fucking. Trays of hash brownies carried around. Men snorting lines of coke through the carcasses of pens. Time was in jeopardy when I was at Max’s. People wore their watches with the faces turned against their skin. By the time dinner rolled around it could have been the next day. Sometimes it was three days later when I finally got out. The light hit my eyes when I opened the door onto Park Avenue South and Seventeenth Street."  ~Colum Mccann, Let the Great World Spin
(photo — paul morrissey, andy warhol, janis joplin and tim buckley — at max’s kansas city, via the bowery boys)

"I stepped from the sunlight in Union Square into the comfortable dark of Max’s. All the bouncers knew me. A cocktail was placed on the table: a Manhattan first, washed down with a White Russian. I was airborne within few minutes, I wandered around, chatted, flirted, laughed. Rock stars in the back room and artists in  the front. Men in the women’s bathroom. Women in the men’s, smoking, talking, kissing, fucking. Trays of hash brownies carried around. Men snorting lines of coke through the carcasses of pens. Time was in jeopardy when I was at Max’s. People wore their watches with the faces turned against their skin. By the time dinner rolled around it could have been the next day. Sometimes it was three days later when I finally got out. The light hit my eyes when I opened the door onto Park Avenue South and Seventeenth Street."  ~Colum Mccann, Let the Great World Spin

(photo — paul morrissey, andy warhol, janis joplin and tim buckley — at max’s kansas city, via the bowery boys)

"He watched the parade come in and out,"

"and he wondered how the city had become such a disgusting thing on his watch…It was like surveying the evolution of slime. You stand there long enough and the gutter gets slick, no matter how hard you battle against it."

"but everything in New York is built upon another thing, nothing is entirely by itself, each thing as strange as the last, and connected."

~Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin

"THOSE WHO SAW HIM HUSHED. On Church Street. Liberty. Cortland. West Street. Fulton. Vesey. It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful. Some thought at first that it must have been a trick of the light, something to do with the weather, an accident of shadowfall. Other figure it might be the perfect city joke — stand around and point upward, until people gathered, tilted their heads, nodded, affirmed, until all were staring upward at nothing at all, like waiting for the end of a Lenny Bruce gag. But the longer they watched, the surer they were. He stood at the very edge of the building, shaped dark against the gray of the morning . A window washer maybe. Or a construction worker. Or a jumper. Up there, at the height of a hundred and ten stories, utterly still, a dark toy against the cloud sky."
~Let The Great World Spin, Colum McCann

"THOSE WHO SAW HIM HUSHED. On Church Street. Liberty. Cortland. West Street. Fulton. Vesey. It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful. Some thought at first that it must have been a trick of the light, something to do with the weather, an accident of shadowfall. Other figure it might be the perfect city joke — stand around and point upward, until people gathered, tilted their heads, nodded, affirmed, until all were staring upward at nothing at all, like waiting for the end of a Lenny Bruce gag. But the longer they watched, the surer they were. He stood at the very edge of the building, shaped dark against the gray of the morning . A window washer maybe. Or a construction worker. Or a jumper. Up there, at the height of a hundred and ten stories, utterly still, a dark toy against the cloud sky."

~Let The Great World Spin, Colum McCann