Monday, June 7, 2010
Poetry in unlikely places
I know magazines are folding and newspapers will soon cease to exist, but what will ever replace the little gems of meteorological narrative non-fiction that appear in the upper right-hand corner of the New York Times each day? Here's what the Late Edition told us this morning, and so far it's all come true:
Today, mostly sunny, not as warm
nor as humid, high 76. Tonight,
mostly clear, comfortable, low 58.
Tomorrow, mostly sunny, nice.
The world is gushing chaos, but somehow gentleness survives.
(The photo was taken on my way home from work today. Tango by the River at sunset.)
Labels:
Acts of God,
New York
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5 comments:
If only that were a prediction for how we will be with each other tomorrow...mostly sunny. nice. What a fair day that would be.
This is a very beautiful photo. Nice sunset.
enews and ebooks be damned... as i'm sure i am... slow down, and smell the [printers'] ink!
what a beautiful picture!
I hope you are right...that gentleness does survive. I try, but I'm beginning to think much of the world has forgotten how.
I love words, I love reading them, writing them and seeing my name beneath a title of them.
Can you tell I'm discouraged.
Sorry.
The picture is awesome.
Though I don't live they-ya, I love Nu Yawk too.
I used to live in Jersey, they tawk funny too.
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