The Newtown Pentacle

Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi

learnt tongue

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– photo by Mitch Waxman

Cruelly downtrodden, your humble narrator suffers from his own company. Often has one been told that he is best taken in limited dosages, but for me there is no escape, and I am forced to live with myself. Like a canine with too much zeal, accordingly, efforts are made to tire myself out on long walks in an effort to save the furniture from being chewed on. Recent endeavor carried me through Long Island City on a particular and brightly lit day.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Cruelly erected by the scions of the Real Estate Industrial Complex, the glass and steel horrors which loom like Polyphemus over the ancient buildings of the neighborhood nevertheless act as reflectors and illuminate the shadowy warrens of a post industrial landscape. Refraction and specular effects throw arcs of cold light about which change by the minute.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Cruelly envisioned, the master plan for this part of the universe demands that these towers shall rise to challenge the clouds. Someday, perhaps only a decade away, the sky will be occluded by these oblique residential boxes of glass. When the shadow falls, and a permanent pall overlies the ancient streets of Western Queens, where will one bathe in the light of the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself? What succor will there be found in Long Island City save that of artisanal baked goods and from the purveyors of craft beers?

Written by Mitch Waxman

January 14, 2013 at 12:15 am

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  1. Oh, come on, Mitch. Don’t be a luddite. Two hundred years from now, your children’s grandchildren’s children will be out there picketing the laserdestruct bulldozers taking down those glass and steel high rises on the grounds that they should be landmarked.


    January 14, 2013 at 12:38 am

  2. “learnt tongue”…”learnt tongue” is what he entitles this post. For the life of me, I can never figure out what the connection between many of the post’s titles and the post’s content is. Can I get a witness here? These never make any sense. You cats “following” Mitch, can you ever figure these out? But hey! It’s his football.

    georgetheatheist . . aka "spoiled milk", "heavy load", "untied shoelaces"

    January 14, 2013 at 2:04 am

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