Tom Hibbard
Gesshom
Assent 19
limited clutter
subway 4 a.m., Jimmy Days, Delancey
Greenwich Village
population eight million
rediscovering
South Street
Verrazano Bridge
large ships, piers
$125 per month fourth-floor walk-up apartment
young idealistic landlords
Lower East Side
painted by Edward Hopper from Williamsburg Bridge
Twin Towers flooded in sunlight
Orchard Street
Union Square
Grammercy Park
mounds of salt-water fish
Fulton Fish market, Chinatown
unprescedented building
codes
attract thorough yarn to leaks
fire escapes require decoration
eighteen feet high
basic living conditions
date back to the nineteenth century
let no one know about the observation deck's
looping way of doing things
nothing is wrong
everything is right
each movement of each person
in a crowd of people
is the same average size as
one movement of one person
divine cause and effect
what arrangements would you make
floating in the smog of sympathy
every day
irresolute in the riches of the struggle
I have had to go over completely
what am I doing
I've got to do something
about postcards from fellow students
piled in front of the calendar someone gave me
it is impossible to tell you
that it's wrong to injure the sea
it's been said many times
you can hear its roar inside a shell
tick-tock double lock
I don't want what
belongs to someone else
I don't want what someone else
has worked for and thought about
I don't want to be indifferent
punished for using things
that might go off
I want something that I have done myself
a sacred place of my own
new
as good as the old
that no one can see
that I treasure ceaselessly more than anything
you tried to cut
off the doctrine
so you could say you did that
to keep up with the prototype
it was John-the-Lampost
talks to inter-racial marks what is yours
whole nationalistic communities
apparently getting away alone
to thank you for showing the way out
from being caught in your own trap
tangibility deals
unfairly in everything
taking one thing will take anything
pick it up and carry it
to Robert Oppenheimer
you wouldn't know
this tenement is where they started
you wouldn't know
the Puerto Rican five-and-dime
Central Park diamonds
sensing meritime winds
the receptive laws of
delicatessens
so many didn't have names at all
Pan Am building
island lights on East River
and Empire tower
typewritten on the sides of durable fabric
garbage strikes
in the automobile sparkle
Bhuddist Monks so confined in coming back
to What's-Its-Name Stadium
at the ineffable moment
falseness poured out of
the gold-plated temples' early edition fonts
that brought up the invited
handcuffed by backstage props
to ask the Red Cross
for a roll of duct tape
what was it like
to ride streetcars
through the afternoon slush
confirming symbol of bundled up conditioning
not a terminal for air travel
willing reparations to fashion
Dart Bar, Saint Mark's Place
the unproductive half-life
of space and chance
tells us what to do
perhaps we only agree
[contributors'
notes]
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