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I think New Yorkers are a fan of sequences. Maybe it’s because our lives are so mobile–we’re always on our way somewhere. These are two sequences that I love in New York. The first is the poem in the tunnel between the Port Authority and Times Square, transferring from the A/C/E to the 1/2/3/7 trains. It reads:
“Overslept,
So tired.
If late,
Get fired.
Why bother?
Why the pain?
Just go home.
Do it again.”
This work was by artist Norman B. Colp and commissioned by the MTA in 1997 at a cost of $5000. The artist wrote to nycsubway.org in 2006, “The work is incomplete, for the last panel (a 24″x36″ B/W image of a slept-in bed) was removed for the station renovation last year. I do not have any info from Arts for Transit when it will be reinstalled. Also missing are wall labels at the beginning and end of the sequence which identifies the work as THE COMMUTER’S LAMENT or A CLOSE SHAVE. The second part of the title also refers to Burma Shave, a men’s product (1930’s to 60’s approx) which was well known for series of signs, like my homage.” Colp passed away in 2007.
This tunnel (like the one between the S and the 4/5/6 in Grand Central) is usually peppered with extreme evangelical Christians. Today, there was a guy bemoaning of the evilness of Satan but he really did it with pizzazz: “I like your style,” he told a girl. She took the card he was handing out and said “You’re still creepy though.” A typical New York moment. And then I got to the 7 train and saw this poster. Europeans think our obsession with religion is weird–it’s probably partially because of what they come across in this highly trafficked transit station!
Another beloved sequence of mine is the “Library Walk” on 41st street between Madison and Park Avenue (near Bryant Park). It’s by sculptor Gregg Lefevre and is an ode to the great writers from antiquity to present. Many of the plaques appear more than once for some unknown reason. My favorite one is the one by Gertrude Stein that is backwards, with “this is not gibberish” in the top left hand corner. “The knowledge of different literatures frees one from the tyranny of the few,” reads another. It is also remarkable that many of the plaques break the fourth wall, extending onto the sidewalk.
Forever Parted: Graveyard by Gu Cheng
Of Studies by Francis Bacon
O Pioneers! by Willa Cather
In My Craft or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas
The Plague by Albert Camus
The Speed of Darkness by Muriel Rukeyser
Poem by William Carlos Williams
Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There by Lewis Carroll
Library Scene by Robert Pinsky
The Autobiography of Alice B. Tolkias by Gertrude Stein
Night and Day by Tom Stoppard
The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court by Mark Twain
New York Jew by Alfred Kazin
Walden by Henry David Thoreau
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens
Born Yesterday by Garson Kanin
Shadows on the Grass by Isak Dinesen
Reading Room, The New York Public Library by Richard Eberhart
Old Newsman Writes by Ernest Hemingway
Words Like Freedom by Langston Hughes
The Mind is an Enchanting Thing by Marianne Moore
Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett
Too Loud a Solitude by Bohumil Hrabal
Song of Winnie by Gwendolyn Brooks
Areopagitica by John Milton
1212 by Emily Dickinson
why some people be mad at me sometimes by Lucile Clifton
The Leaning Tower by Virginia Woolf
Letter to James Thurber by E. B. White
Discourse on the Method by Rene Descartes
Picasso on Art: A Selection of Views by Pablo Picasso
Proem by John Greenleaf Whittier
When You are Old by William Butler Yeats
Sesame and Lilies by John Ruskin
The Awakening by Kate Chopin
Letter to Colonel Charles Yancey by Thomas Jefferson
The Night Thoreau Spent in by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee
33 by Julia Alvarez
Meditations by Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
Le Jour et la Nuit by Georges Braque
Compass by Jorge Luis Borges
Writers at Work by William Styron
On Oscar Wilde by Jose Marti
What other sequential pieces of art do you know about in New York or other cities?
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