CLIMATE OF NEW YORK
curated by Andrew Arnot
May 5th – July 21st, 2018
I myself like the climate of New York
I see it in the air up between the street
You use a worn-down cafeteria fork
But the air you don’t use stays fresh and neat.
Even we people who walk about in it
We have to submit to wear too, get muddy
Air keeps changing but the nose ceases to fit
And sleekness is used up, and the end’s shoddy.
Monday, you’re down; Tuesday, dying seems a fuss
An adult looks new in the weather’s motion
The sky is in the streets with the trucks and us,
Stands awhile, then lifts across land and ocean.
We can take it for granted that here we’re home
In our record climate I look pleased or glum.
– Edwin Denby