Showing posts with label tropic of cancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tropic of cancer. Show all posts

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Hollow Pit

Third Avenue

"New York! The white prisons, the sidewalks swarming with maggots, the breadlines, the opium joints that are built like palaces, the kikes that are there, the lepers, the thugs, and above all, the ennui, the monotony of faces, streets, legs, houses, skyscrapers, meals, posters, jobs, crimes, loves ... A whole city erected over a hollow pit of nothingness."
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

Friday, December 27, 2013

42nd Street

East 42nd

"Forty-second Street! The top of the world, they call it. Where's the bottom then? You can walk along with your hands out and they'll put cinders in your cap."
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Atomic Frenzy

Tenth Avenue

"New York is cold, glittering, malign. The buildings dominate. There is a sort of atomic frenzy to the activity going on; the more furious the pace, the more diminished the spirit."
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

Monday, November 15, 2010

Unimportance

Chrysler Building seen from Bowery

"New York makes even a rich man feel his unimportance."
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer