Brooklyn, N.Y. Usa 2009 (Revised)

A lost monopoly game Williams fright, bridge, faith and urban blight, Williamsburg. Soot gray and brick red the buildings stand slumped, shrouded death in the abundance of vacant buildings. Waste strewn sea of asphalt, concrete, and urban dreams. Cracks housing cigarette butts form paper chains at the bases of forlorn locust trees. Sickly trees, popping from between wrought iron barricades spiked manmade thorns an Appleseedian affectation of defiance toward a city of cave dwellers. Doors, blind, windowless..no eye out or in.. unwelcoming entries..present surfaces flat, color-chip palettes for the graffiti “artist” latest spray painted monstrosity “ahhhhhhhhhh urban art!” Two story warehouse walls writhe their surfaces adorned with an effluence of madness? grafetti.... Throw backs with paint tubes? Or Jackson Pollacks with aerosol cans? Sunday mornings only human grace; bagel bitters, their sideburn squiggles the only reassuring reminder of the reverent. Their continuing presence these Hasids with prayer shawls dangling these monochromatic breathes of fresh air present as the only harbor of safety, sanity, as a lost girl child returns to her native Brooklyn.