Continuing from where we left off yesterday: We had to taken the wounded Zorg in to Bay Ridge for repairs and so far were laughing, but on the way out the clouds rolled in and we parted in anger. I decided to walk home and photo safari Chinatown and the waterfront from where I’d left off after the Verranszano Bridge. {As I lunched on noodles, Sundance had an interesting documentary called Within A Play about touring Hamlet in Taiwan which sort of resonates with Chinatown and Bloomsday}:
I like how the 9 9 cent store is yin yin because it is missing it’s 6, or yang. It seemed delightfully logical and funny and sort of out of balance.
Chinatown comes to an end like the chapter of a book (maybe Lotus Eaters) and you come to a sort of dead end of train yard and industrial buildings and Sunset Park and then Greenwood Cemetary. These block off 5th thrue 8th avenues and so I beat it down the ridge towards the shore along 2nd Ave.
Irony abounds on the waterfront. I’d never realized we had a brand spanking Federal Pen right behind costco and then a little Muslim Chicken Gitmo around the corner… the brothers do love chicken, right… or is it freedom?
As if to mock the inmates at the Pen, there is a door factory right across the street. All they do, is stare at the door, waiting for it to open… waiting to fly away, but they are now wingless birds… stool pidgeons… Halal poultry… American Eagles… symbols stripped of all power by corruption and lies… and right around the corner an ever exapanding universe of pornography.
But I had no time for Circe and Syrens sweetly sinning, I was heading home to Penelope and Telemachus, or was it Stephen Dedalous and Molly Bloom? None of the the above, it was just the gentle reader and the daily blog and a bottle of cold beer. I went on working and waiting for my ship to come in, yes, and later I fell asleep to Molly’s Soliloquy Yes, from Symphony Space, yes and I snored yes to yes as I unloaded the cargo sand into my own eyes yes and the ship came in yes…
