New York (prose) - Writers Forum

Ichi · 12-06-2003, 09:48 PM

Below the product of the Industrial Revolution, the yellow lights glow eerily on the rusty rods; supporting the weight of poverty. So contrasting to the autumn-scape of New England that I almost recoil in disgust.

However, intrigue has always captured my imagination when passing through the ugliest parts of the city and this trip refuses to be any different. The sheer brutality of industry and the convenience of its architecture do not do justice to the beauty I have found here amongst fifty others who are caught up in the melodrama of Hollywood. While they are watching their pop-culture icons, I find myself starring out as the landscape of New York floats by; unknowing of the power it holds over the romantic beating of my heart.

The city fades down into the horizon as I notice brisk leaves of autumn painting grey buildings; standing together in defiance of the Heavens. We could never live without one or the other, and yet we sure do try.

**Penelope** · 12-07-2003, 01:31 PM

I love New York but I wouldn't want to live there. I see very little of Hollywood in the streets. When I told the lady beside me on a plane, I was going to New York, she called it a quiet riot. You have a few typos in here.
Some of my most compelling mental snapshots are from New York City.

Ichi · 12-07-2003, 09:36 PM

i meant hollywood because they were watching a movie on the bus while i was admiring the scenery. is there a way i can better word that?

**Penelope** · 12-07-2003, 10:09 PM

I think it might help if you state you are on a bus. As a reader, I can't know that without some reference to it. I was really surprised when you said you were on a bus. Also that the other passengers were watching a movie. Those pop icons could be any images. oh .. small thing .. just noticed you spelled staring wrong ..