Lounge and Summer, the Perfect Combination (LC Thread)
08-02-2016
, 12:17 PM
08-05-2016
, 06:22 PM
08-07-2016
, 12:16 AM
08-07-2016
, 05:05 AM
Sounds like fun! I haven't had a chance to see NYC. How do you like it compared to LA?
08-07-2016
, 09:28 AM
08-07-2016
, 11:09 AM
08-07-2016
, 12:37 PM
08-07-2016
, 09:12 PM
I love NYC. Museums, Central Park, architecture, food everywhere, bookstores! Enjoy your stay. Check out the Alice in Wonderland statue in Central Park and the Dakota Building on the west side. It's where John and Yoko lived.
Last edited by John Cole; 08-07-2016 at 09:31 PM.
08-07-2016
, 09:27 PM
Quote:
James Agee's perfect prose conjures what passes and what remains:
We all lie there, my mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, and I too am lying there. First we were sitting up, then one of us lay down, and then we all lay down, on our stomachs, or on our sides, or on our backs, and they have kept on talking. They are not talking much, and the talk is quiet, of nothing in particular, of nothing at all in particular, of nothing at all. The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near. All my people are larger bodies than mine, quiet, with voices gentle and meaningless like the voices of sleeping birds. One is an artist, he is living at home. One is a musician, she is living at home. One is my mother who is good to me. One is my father who is good to me. By some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth, lying, on quilts, on the grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds of night. May god bless my people, my uncle, my aunt, my mother, my good father, oh, remember them kindly in their time of trouble; and in the hour of their taking away.After a little I am taken in and put to bed. Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her: and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am.
We all lie there, my mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, and I too am lying there. First we were sitting up, then one of us lay down, and then we all lay down, on our stomachs, or on our sides, or on our backs, and they have kept on talking. They are not talking much, and the talk is quiet, of nothing in particular, of nothing at all in particular, of nothing at all. The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near. All my people are larger bodies than mine, quiet, with voices gentle and meaningless like the voices of sleeping birds. One is an artist, he is living at home. One is a musician, she is living at home. One is my mother who is good to me. One is my father who is good to me. By some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth, lying, on quilts, on the grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds of night. May god bless my people, my uncle, my aunt, my mother, my good father, oh, remember them kindly in their time of trouble; and in the hour of their taking away.After a little I am taken in and put to bed. Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her: and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am.
The section above begins at 8:40, but the whole thing is very much worth a listen if you haven't heard it. One of my favorite pieces of all-time and Sylvia sings it better than anyone.
08-14-2016
, 07:02 PM
. I want to go back soon. Had the best time. Subways are great! Loved the art museums and architecture. People were wonderful!