Gay Talese, New York: A Serendipiter’s Journey (New York: Harper & Brothers, 1961).
It behooves me to say that the part about the hoofs is not accurate. But it was the chestnuts, or rather their aroma, that drew me to this passage. I’m ten again, leaving the American Museum of Natural History. I don’t like chestnuts, just the aroma.
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“Fo-wer, fi-yiv, sev-ven, ni-yen”
[The statue that first comes to my mind: the Sherman Memorial, with one hoof off the ground. William Tecumseh Sherman did not die of wounds received in battle. Frank O’Hara put that statue in a poem.]
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Chestnuts, pigeons, statues
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