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Comment by Jim SantAmour on April 9, 2013 at 9:44pm

From my own favorite poet (Bruce Springsteen -" It's Hard To Be a Saint In The City")

...And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straightahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you
Back down in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
You're outa that hole and back up on the street...

Comment by Jim SantAmour on April 9, 2013 at 9:34pm

SO, I just returned from NYC - here are some more "raw" subway shots (the ones on the postcard were taken in 1984...) Kind of voyeuristic views...

Comment by De Villo Sloan on April 9, 2013 at 8:51pm

Wow Jim, yesterday was participating in a blog about the NY Subway system that had people posting quotes from Dante, TS Eliot, and Ted Berrigan:

Wrong Train
by Ted Berrigan

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Here comes the man! He's talking a lot
I'm sitting, by myself. I've got
A ticket to ride. Outside is, "Out to lunch."
It's no great pleasure, being on the make.
Well, who is? Or, well everyone is, tho.
"I'm laying there, & some guy comes up
& hits me with a billyclub!" A fat guy
Says. Shut up. & like that we cross a river
Into the Afterlife. Everything goes on as before
But never does any single experience make total use
Of you. You are always slightly ahead,
Slightly behind. It merely baffles, it doesn't hurt.
It's total pain & it breaks your heart
In a less than interesting way. Every day
Is payday. Never enough pay. A deja-vu
That lasts. It's no big thing, anyway.
A lukewarm greasy hamburger, ice-cold pepsi
that hurts your teeth.