Remember your creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come, and the years draw near when you will say, "I ha...ve no pleasure in them"; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened and the clouds return with the rain; in the day when the guards of the house tremble, and the strong men are bent, and the women who grind cease working because they are few, and those who look through the windows see dimly; when the doors on the street are shut, and the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low; when one is afraid of heights, and terrors are in the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along and desire fails; because all must go to their eternal home, and the mourners will go about the streets; before the silver cord is snapped, and the golden bowl is broken, and the pitcher is broken at the fountain, and the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the breath returns to God who gave it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I believe that organic sex, body against body, skin area against skin area, is becoming no longer possible, simply because if anyt...hing is to have any meaning for us it must take place in terms of the values and experiences of the media landscape.... What we're getting is a whole new order of sexual fantasies, involving a different order of experiences, like car crashes, like travelling in jet aircraft, the whole overlay of new technologies, architecture, interior design, communications, transport, merchandising. These things are beginning to reach into our lives and change the interior design of our sexual fantasies. We've got to recognize that what one sees through the window of the TV screen is as important as what one sees through a window on the street.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He hung out of the window a long while looking up and down the street. The world's second metropolis. In the brick houses and the ...dingy lamplight and the voices of a group of boys kidding and quarreling on the steps of a house opposite, in the regular firm tread of a policeman, he felt a marching like soldiers, like a sidewheeler going up the Hudson under the Palisades, like an election parade, through long streets towards something tall white full of colonnades and stately. Metropolis.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Telephone poles were matchsticks, put there to be snapped off at a whim. Dogs trotting across the road were suddenly big trucks. O...ld ladies turned into moving--vans. Everything was too bright, but very funny and made for my delight. And about half a mile from my long liquid breakfast I turned carefully down a side street and parked, and sat beaming happily through the tannic fog for about an hour, remembering how witty we all had been, how handsome and talented ... [ellipsis in original]LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For thousands of years human beings have communicated with one another first in the language of dress. Long before I am near enoug...h to talk to you on the street, in a meeting, or at a party, you announce your sex, age, and class to me through what you are wearing--and very possibly give me important information (or misinformation) as to your occupation, origin, personality, opinions, tastes, sexual desires, and current mood. I may not be able to put what I observe into words, but I register the information unconsciously; and you simultaneously do the same for me. By the time we meet and converse we have already spoken to each other in an older and more universal tongue.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Of the wheel as it rolls unrelentingly over A cow plodding through car-traffic on a street in Iasi,... And over the haunts of Robert Pinsky's mother and father And wife and children and his sweet selfLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street;... And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, That she did make defect perfection.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sunday at noon through hyaline thin air Sees down the street,... And in the camera of my eye depicts Row-houses and row-lives: Glass after glass, door after door the same,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet; And brickdust Moll had screamed through half the street.... The turnkey now his flock returning sees, Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees: The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands, And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »