Know I’m not new to this I’m true to this.
New York strait talk, new york streets I walked. New York
City pulsating, pumping poems into thoughts
Penetrating between the lines potently.
It was 88th and riverside
I remember coming home to.
Looked out at the hudson like it was archie shepp
And horace parlan’s deep river. I’m goin home.
That young boy, no more than five years old, felt something stir inside his old soul. By the window sill, looking at the flowing river. This New York city has forever cultivated in me a sense of something greater, a sense of the immensity of worlds within One. Drawn by the laws of attraction to the heart of the action, like Frank Sinatra I want to be a part of it, New York, New York. Daily philosophic aphorisms guiding a vision and a voice, I had no choice but to follow intuition. What you read now is a premonition.
“As a thinker, one should speak only of self-education. One day, when in the opinion of the world one has long been educated, one finally discovers oneself. This is where the task of the thinker begins. Now is the time to invoke his aid, not as an educator but as one who has educated himself and thus has experience,” said Nietzsche, and like Sarah Vaughn sang, they can’t take that away from you.