It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

A Town So Nice They Had To Name It Twice


He strolled happily down Fifth Avenue, finding
all faces beautiful and wondrously kind, 
the lacy fragility of the city trees
incomparably superior to
his huge native forests.

Under the giant diesel hum of street
and harbor, he caught
the sweet music of danger,
the voices of deathless love
and magic adventure.

My city, he had exulted,
mine for these hours at least,
no matter what comes after.

He wanted to embrace
the Library lions,
following each smiling girl...
bellow his joy from the top
of the Empire State Building.

Wandering on foot or bus
in a joyous daze he suddenly came
at evening upon the treasure itself:
a softly lit quiet park into which
the avenue had disappeared.

The Wicked Pavillion
The prose-to-verse quote
is from page 11
of this edition.

The next Dawn Powell page is


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