Monthly Archives: June 2018

Truth Teller

I didn’t think there was a photo there, but as I passed this lady spoke so mesmerizingly of the need to tell the truth to the boy, and then described someone as a typical low-life, that I had to turn around and try to capture her. This is a particularly NYer way of talking to the young that shows them great respect and reveals the world without filters, and prepares them for the trials and complexities of

adulthood.

Swan Song

The Silver Swan

The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached, unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:
“Farewell, all joys; Oh death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.”