The old advertising mantra was that New York Is a Summer Festival. I just returned from two days in New York and wonder whether it is a festival, a happening, an orgy, a magnet….well, you fill in the blank.
I saw a concert in Washington Square, the Noguchi museum on Long Island City, and an outrageously humorous play, ONE MAN TWO GUVNORS. I also saw thousands of clawing, hot , and unhappy people in search of finding the real New York. They dropped money and sweat and even a few insightful comments. They were on a quest.
I lived in Manhattan for four years after highschool. I took New York for granted. It was my backyard during that time. If you had asked me then where one could find the REAL New York, I might have said it was when the lights come on over Broadway. Now that I am far older and wiser I can’t imagine New York as a reality . It is a goal, a dream, a moment. It is Lady liberty with her ever-raised torch or the steamy musician singing by the subway entrace. It is a tabula rosa. I no longer want to “wake up in a city that never sleeps.” But I like the possibility of changing my mind constantly about this world.