Sometimes as I walked, roaming under the stanchions of the Williamsburg Bridge
the Hoppers call it Nighthawks, after the beaked profile of the woman’s saturnine companion
thought it meant dignified
moved into Edward’s marginally more salubrious room on Washington Square
i thought it meant like "naughty" lmao
There is no colour in existence that so powerfully communicates urban alienation, the atomisation of human beings inside the edifices they create, as this noxious pallid green
This tension is present in even the most benign of his New York paintings, the ones that testify to a more pleasurable, more equanimous kind of solitude
