Category: new york

library

IMGP3075.JPG Do you know this feeling of encountering the perfect working space, the space were you imagine you’d be able to create the most wonderful things? (By definition it is never your own working space.) I definately fell in love with the New York Library today.

famous blue raincoat

It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New York is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on Clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane’s awake,
She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely, L. Cohen

our haft-sin

Maggie made an amazing perma fish out of orange papier-crepe. This one is eternally happy and smiling. It’s new year today, at 1 o’clock 23 minutes and some seconds (i forgot). We’ve entered the year 1385. Happy Norouz.

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Suspecting that Sahar would be celebrating Norouz with ignorant friends, Elham was so thoughtful and kind to send the right words to say: Sad sal beh az in salha. I hope you live for the next 100 years better than all the years you’ve lived till now. Nor sure if we said it right though… But we did come up with a good interpretation of a dead fish for haft-sin. More than a symbol of life, it is a symbol of change and transformation and America life has brought enough transformation for the moment, so let’s hope for a calmer year…