The Newtown Pentacle

Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi

steamy shadows

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Today’s post follows Old Mitch home to Queens.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A marriage ceremony, uniting an old friend with his beloved at the Frying Pan restaurant and bar in Manhattan, drew me to the cruel streets of “the City.” Distaste for the island of Manhattan is a growing and risible inclination for me, but fealty nevertheless pulled me in. After the occasion, Our Lady of the Pentacle and I splurged on a taxi for our return journey to the glories of Astoria and I decided to make use of the rare indulgence to crack out a few more shots for “operation: night shooting.”

Unfortunately, being amongst others set me off (especially if they knew me as a child), and I fell into a bit of mood.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The darkness of Manhattan is palpable, as the Shining City only actually shines high above the vomit and urine caked pavement. The high flying kabuki offered by the oligarchs is hollow, a monument to themselves, and one which foreign tourists travel far and wide to witness. For those of us who reside in the boroughs, the truth of such things is always apparent- and behind the facade is naught but corruption, rot, and a banal sensibility.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

As the Taxi careened through the teeming streets, filled with those who acquire and purchase, anxiety ruled over my thoughts, and my own carefully maintained facade of civility and sanity fell away. Beneficent, Our Lady of the Pentacle attempted to smooth the furrows in my brow, assuring me that we would be home soon enough. Everywhere I pointed the camera, throngs of people wandered, seeking something new to consume or buy. Big night out in the city, I guess.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Mighty Queensboro allowed egress back to the big island, away from the rats maze and exploitations of midtown Manhattan. As the gaze of that thing which cannot possibly exist in the Sapphire Megalith of Long Island City once again fixed itself upon me, at last was I able to breathe easily.

Home awaited, a refuge found amongst the raven haired slopes of ancient Astoria, and the concrete devastations of Western Queens.

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Want to see something cool? June 2013 Walking Tours-

The Poison Cauldron Saturday, June 15, 2013
Newtown Creek walking tour with Mitch Waxman and Atlas Obscura, tickets now on sale.

Kill Van Kull– Saturday, June 22, 2013
Staten Island walking tour with Mitch Waxman and Working Harbor Committee, tickets now on sale.

The Insalubrious Valley Saturday, June 29, 2013
Newtown Creek walking tour with Mitch Waxman and Newtown Creek Alliance, tickets now on sale.

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  1. You keep referring to it as a “Sapphire Megalith”…to me, it seems more like an Emerald one….

    Jim Garrity

    June 7, 2013 at 12:21 am

  2. And what does THIS post have to do with dirty locomotives? Last post, yes….

    Jim Garrity

    June 7, 2013 at 12:23 am

  3. Such a sense of relief when I head my vehicle eastward down 57th Street in Manhattan, cross Second Avenue and turn left and head up the Upper Level Ramp to the Queensboro and home to beloved Queens. Manhattan is cacophonous insanity. (“Let me outta here!)

    georgetheatheist...plop,plop, fizz,fizz, oh what a relief it is.

    June 7, 2013 at 9:42 am


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