I really don’t know what to say
News from New York City
Three cops
Fifty bullets
And no justice
Should I be outraged?
It seems like I’ve been in a state of perpetual outrage these last few years
I have many sides to me
City mouse, country mouse, just to name two
And when I say city…
New York was the town
My town
I walked it's streets
And knew it's people
And the special places
So although New York is hours away from me now
It is still a part of me
And I took the news hard
I keep hearing the song by the great Gill Scot-Heron
So I'll leave a verse or two.
New York City
I don’t know why Iove you
Maybe it’s because you're mine
Like so many others
I found it all to easy
To stand of at a distance and criticize
But there ain’t nothing wrong with the city
Just some people been wrong there like everywhere else
New York City
I don’t know why I love you
Could be you remind me of myself
I’ve been poked and criticized
I’ve been pushed off to the side
And I’ve been kicked
When I was damn near out
But I’ve always felt inside
Like New York city
I don't know why I love you
It's somthing inside of me I feel
New York city
I don't know why I love you
I don't know why I love you
But it's real
Bobbb
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5 comments:
I'm currently reading a graphic novel by Warren Ellis called "Transmetropolitan". It's about a famous man who uses journalism to attempt to oust crime in corruption by writing about it and informing the public. He has the same exact feelings you project in this post.
I do as well, but I can't say I love the city: people damage it too much with their indifference. I keep meaning to look into the Sean Bell case, as I would like to look at the case myself and make a judgment, but there so many things to catch up on.
Here's what I get:
That your hometown isn't home anymore. That for some reason you feel obligated to fee for the home that isn't home anymore. And you wonder if it's right?
I went home recently, and it wasn't home anymore. I saw drug deals and indifference and trash all over, and I felt like my home had been violated. But then, I don't live there anymore, and should I feel for a place that isn't mine anymore? Well - yes, I should feel for what WAS for me a home, a sidewalk, a street, a people. Now, for me it's 20 years away and I still love it, but it's a stranger in a lot of ways to me now.
Not an obligation
It just
Is
I feel for many places
But New York was special to me
Not my hometown
I did not live there
I lived just outside
Suburbia
But New York
Was in many ways
My playground
My mentor
My teacher
The Metropolitan
The Museum of Natural History
The Hayden Planetarium
The Guggenheim
The Brooklyn Botanical Gardens
The Bronx Zoo
Lincoln Center
Central Park
Chinatown
Greenwich Village
The Village Gate
The Vanguard
The Apollo
Mel’s
The Spaghetti Factory
Thad Jones
Miles Davis
Count Bassie
Buddy Rich
Laurie Anderson
Simon & Garfunkle
Lou Reed
Pizza
Hot Dogs
Hot Pretzels
Hot Chestnuts
Falafels
Gyros
The City is in me
I know its history
I have seen the dark places
And the steam rising up
From holes in the sidewalks
Yes
we should be outraged
there is lots to be outraged about
need only pick up a newspaper
scan it's headlines
watch cnn bbc or local tv
yes
lots to be outraged about
but loving a city
an old stomping ground
why not?
why stop loving it
just because other violate it
just makes us sad
and want to love it more
sad for what we lost
what it has lost
in character
in charm
in ability to protect itself
but still ours
to love
to cherish
memories
that live in our hearts
our internal home
away from home
New York
Yours
Well said.
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