I am half way through season 2 of Mad Men, which seems to be based on Frank O’Hara’s Meditations in an Emergency. I was reading it yesterday and thought about how part of me really loved the following words.
I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. No. One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life.
This morning I stopped under my favorite tree in Vinegar Hill to take a nature breather and thought about that quote. But when I looked up I saw not one, not two, but three plastic bags hanging from the limbs!
Maybe I do need to leave New York to get all the greenery I wish for; this would have never happened in the weeping willows of my youth.