It was true that the city could still throw shadows filled with mystifying figures from its past, whose grip on the present could be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas.
Christopher FowlerTags: past rain ideas strangeness shadows city streets
I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.
Roman PayneTags: reading books soul literature fortune europe roman streets payne roman-payne fortunes gypsies gypsy
It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find yourself in a world of worms. They were as numerous here in the East End as they had been in the West. The sidewalks, the streets. The very places where they didn't belong. Forlorn, marooned on concrete and asphalt, no place to burrow, April's orphans.
Jerry SpinelliTags: rain worms west streets sidewalks maniac east-end
They have never put it into words, they cannot; but each absence is a threat. They never felt this way in New York - they moved all over New York. Here each is afraid that one of the others will get into some terrible trouble before he is seen again, and before anyone can help him. It is the spirit of the people, the eyes which endlessly watch them, eyes which never meet their eyes. Something like lust, something like hatred, seems to hover in the air along the country roads, shifting like mist or steam, but always there, gripping the city streets like fog, making every corner a dangerous corner. They spend more of themselves, each day, than they can possibly afford, they are living beyond their means; they drop into bed each evening, exhausted, into an exhausting sleep. And no one can help them. The people who live here know how to do it - so it seems, anyway - but they cannot teach the secret. The secret can be learned only by watching, by emulating the models, by dangerous trial and possibly mortal error.
James BaldwinTags: hatred lust streets birmingham
I've wandered through the real world, and written myself through the darkness of the streets inside me. I see people walking through the city and wonder where they've been, and what the moments of their lives have done to them. If they're anything like me, their moments have held them up and shot them down.
Sometimes I just survive.
But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.
That's when the stories show up in me.
They find me all the time.
They're made of underdogs and fighters. They're made of hunger and desire and trying to live decent.
The only trouble is, I don't know which of those stories comes first.
Maybe they all just merge into one.
We'll see, I guess.
I'll let you know when I decide.
Tags: stories wonder desire hunger city written streets real-world fighters underdogs
So I find words I never thought to speak
In streets I never thought I should revisit
When I left my body on a distant shore.
Tags: words poetry fantasy travel explore mystery shore timelessness streets visit little-gidding
...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...
John GeddesTags: eulogy writer muse streets childhood-memories slum maudlin
To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.
Tags: reality poetry power world soul planning read moon darkness smile poets understanding sounds memory colors flying shine feelings eyes mountain invisible tree cities moment face feel know whisper ethereal streets lantern watching matter leaves fly pedestrian substances wave umbrella eagle dejan-stojanovic imperceptible face-of-a-woman shapes stormy-day task-of-a-poet
There are some masters from whom you can learn good things. Streets are one of those masters!
Mehmet Murat ildanTags: streets
Silent streets have many things to say.
Mehmet Murat ildanTags: streets
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