Every walk tells a story

Tag: New York City

Untitled. Battery Park, NYC

Meandering around lower Manhattan, Ground Zero, Battery Park. Sensory overload. I feel that every time I visit New York City. The story here is, there are too many stories. My imagination cluttered, overcrowded, traffic-jammed, unable to focus on a narrative thread. Result: the eyes don’t react, don’t record, and I resort to tourism. And yet this city is so open to walking…

“The site was a palimpsest, as was all the city, written, erased, rewritten. There had been communities here before Columbus ever set sail, before Verrazano anchored his ships in the narrows, or the black Portuguese slave trader Esteban Gómez sailed up the Hudson; human beings had lived here, built homes, and quarreled with their neighbors long before the Dutch ever saw a business opportunity in the rich furs and timber of the island and its calm bay.”

Teju Cole, Open City

Walking Project 009_liberty from chris worland on Vimeo.

walking with music. Central Park, NYC

prana moving through time signatures

bop blown through a wormhole

aimed at the earlobe of God

pondered DNA in saxophones solos

rising over the hills of the lips

whirling wonder

articulating the language of bruises and bliss

in urban lit fires of spirits

places and spaces of being

if you been there

you know there…

*prana, the breath of life, the vital force

 

excerpt from The Language of Saxophones, poem by Kamau Daáood.

listen to the entire poem.