Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Nights in the garden with Blake

It is Wm. Blake’s 250th birthday. After his death, he continued to visit with Mrs. B, or so she declared. Here’s to breaking the mind-forged manacles, Willy! "The imagination is not a State: it is the Human existence itself."

An enormous moon-balloon over Montague Terrace, evidently some kind of lighting for a scab film/TV shoot in progress. Down below the Promenade at Pier 2, a large canvas covered structure is almost completed. Is the circus coming?

Nights in the Gardens of Brooklyn, by H. Swados (1920-72); how could I pass by such a title? Too much the wary terrain of the sexes, as it turns out, never as complementary as they should be, alas, in those cheap rent post-war days. Did you know the St. George Hotel had a salt-water pool?

I want one of these. No, not the mlle.

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