jolie laide

jolie laide

I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.

12.15.2007

The Brooklyn is still better. Yes, the Golden Gate wins on approach. It is a seduction of classically Baroque persuasion, hint, tease, sudden surprise. Turn once and get a glimpse of the top of the towers, turn again, and more is revealed, another turn shows the flanks of the city rising across the bay, until finally you are on the bridge. But the bridge itself, the construction, is just a smaller version of the Verrazano-Narrows. And the Verrazano is longer, bigger, and it is blue. A blue that blurs water and sky, a blue that plays off the tiny lights necklacing its cables, a blue that makes you look for it hard off the south Brooklyn shore. But the Brooklyn Bridge is still best of all. Its approach is workaday, a 100 plus years of urban build up, a factual funneling of commerce to its endpoint. It wins in structure. It wins in closeness of steel slicing air, it wins in the soaring of solid stone arches, it wins in scale that is at once heroic and human. It wins because it never tried to be anything else but its own most excellent utility, its own best design, its own perpetuity. I can only hope to carry so much.

4 Comments:

Blogger VelVerb said...

Damn girl, is there anything you don't turn beautiful with words?

12:20 AM  
Blogger ttractor said...

well, I've had a raging case of conjuntivitis for the past couple of days...

(but thank you dollface. you're a sweet angel)

9:47 AM  
Blogger E. Coli said...

You should see what she leaves on my page.

Such filth!

1:51 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

Dude, you are so going to ruin my cover of all artsy and ethereal like. Jeez. And Happy Beginning of the Persecution of the Tribe Day!

4:00 PM  

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