![]() ![]() I gave that realization to Roboboy (a half-robot half-human character in my second to last book of poems- Modern Life). ![]() On a bad day, people on the subway look angry and tired and everything smells of feet. Those are days when New York seems to thrum with possibility and wonder. On a good day, I see people singing in their cars, a beautiful old lady with braided white hair taking two identical dachshunds for a walk, and I sniff the bacon-and-egg-scented air coming from the deli wafting down into the subway with delight. ![]() I’m very aware that my mood colors what I perceive as the mood of the city. If each city is like a game of chess, the day when I have learned the rules, I shall finally possess my empire, even if I shall never succeed in knowing all the cities it contains.Ĭan you describe the mood of New York City as you feel/see it? ![]()
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