new york, new york

Lo weary readers! I apologize for my extended absence. Lately I’ve been trading in the click clacks for travels and music and improbable coincidences. I spent five weeks in America, another week in Holland, and somehow just survived organizing a weekend-long festival to celebrate Haus Mainusch’s 20th birthday. But the winter is a’coming and so are more writings. I’ve decided to make my America travel stories into a paper and ink zine, which will (hopefully fingers and eyes crossed) be finished in the next month. The following is an excerpt. I realize it’s bleak. I realize there are probably some nice things in New York City. I like a lot a of people who live there. But this is how I felt when I was there. Let me know if you’d like a copy of the zine when it’s finished.

-Click-

New York City is a monster. A filthy, soulless monster, stretching its tentacles further and further each year, out through Queens, Brooklyn, Harlem, and the Bronx.

Once a Dutch settlement, once the country’s capital, home to tenements and concrete palaces, industrial and financial meccas, those two pesky towers…a set for beggars, losers, artists, dreamers, and scammers to act out their own search for The American Dream, for Opportunity, Fortune, Fame, Inspiration, Excitement, Good Drugs and A Good Lay.

New York City is a corpse drawing people into its rotting folds like so many maggots and flies, parasites hoping to extract the last drops of blood from it’s cracking concrete flesh, people, unaware that the hype, the lights, the heaving pulsing draw are noxious, unaware that in the end, it will be the city that draws their blood and leaves them empty and wilting, tired and tense, and grinding their teeth through waking nightmares.

But artificial as its prosthetic pulse, New York City is alive. Alive the way that zombies are alive. Its skin splayed with concrete, pocked with glass boils and soaring steel sores. Its hot, piss-sprayed bowels rattle with ancient, moody trains. The trains themselves filled with empty-eyed creatures, already zombies themselves, plugged into iPods and iPhones and iFriends and iLives, all anxious to avoid the unpleasant present and arrive in a hypothetical future, always just out of view.

The people still come—rubber neckers—fascinated by the obscenity: something to do every single night, a different bar or club or restaurant or shop for every day of the millennium. The spectacle of overindulgence, the illusion of endless potential, fascinating and poisonous like a spider you admire through glass but would rather not have to touch.

This is what I see when I step off the train. This is what I see, more and more acutely, each day I spend here. It‘s getting to me already; I‘m grinding my teeth. I have to get the fuck out of here, I think every morning, I have to get the fuck out as soon as fucking possible.

I swear to myself I’ll never come here again.

The monsters we create will come for us. I don’t want to be around when New York comes for you.

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Tuesday September 09th 2008, 3:19 pm 3 Comments
Filed under: america,conspiracies,gorilla travel

3 Comments so far. Please leave a comment.

Another beautifully written post! Brilliant.

By the way I’ve tagged you:

http://planetgermany.wordpress.com/2008/09/10/time-for-a-meme/

Only if you want to of course…

Comment by Cathy 09.10.08 @ 10:45 am

What about Staten Island, Click Clack?
Why does everyone neglect the island of my birth? Home of the Wu Tang Clan. WU TANG FOREVER!
Sorry. Staten Islanders are fiercely proud of our Wu Tang Clan. And our garbage dump.

JSB

Comment by joshua samuel brown 09.13.08 @ 9:02 pm

Great piece of writing. Reminds me of London actually. Superficial, self-important, over-hyped and self-indulgent, and yet strangely alluring. And the zombies are more pale in the UK ;-)

Comment by Alex 09.18.08 @ 5:34 pm




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