New York/Greenpoint


Greenpoint, Brooklyn — © Brian Rose

And Jesus! Wit dat, he pulls it out of his pocket, an’ so help me, but he’s got it – he’s tellin’ duh troot – a big map of duh whole f______ place with all duh different pahts mahked out. You know – Canarsie an’ East Noo Yawk an’ Flatbush, Bensonhoist, Sout’ Brooklyn, duh Heights, Bay Ridge, Greenpernt – duh whole goddam layout, he’s got it right deh on duh map.
“You been to any of dose places?” I says.
“Sure,” he says. “I been to most of ’em. I was down in Red Hook just last night,” he says.
“Jesus! Red Hook!” I says. “Whatcha do down deh?”
“Oh,” he says, “nuttin’ much. I just walked aroun’. I went into a coupla places an’ had a drink,” he says, “but most of the time I just walked aroun’.”
“Just walked aroun’?” I says.
“Sure,” he says, “just lookin’ at t’ings, y’know.”

Thomas Wolfe, Only the Dead Know Brooklyn, 1935


Greenpoint, Brooklyn — © Brian Rose


Greenpoint, Brooklyn — © Brian Rose


Greenpoint, Brooklyn — © Brian Rose


Greenpoint, Brooklyn — © Brian Rose


Car accident shrine, Greenpoint, Brooklyn — © Brian Rose

3 thoughts on “New York/Greenpoint

  1. Anonymous

    I slipped from one Thomas to another, sorry. You plainly say who it is, it's that Asheville boy, and I've even read the story and like it. Today is Dylan Thomas' birthday. Swansea must have been determined to get through to New York. Yes, your photos are wonderful, the entries above and below, no doubting Thomases on that score.

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