14 October 2011

Postcards from New York No. 4

Made my way to the 9/11 Memorial in the mid-morning.  I have mixed feelings toward the Memorial and the soon-to-be Museum at the site dedicated to the remembrance of 9/11, so I wanted to visit the place.  I had hoped to bring myself some resolution, but only find that I am still conflicted.  It is not that I feel as though the day and people should not be remember, but it is the way we, as a culture, choose to remember that I find difficult to accept.  I do not think further elaboration is necessary.  In short, I am ashamed to be a part of it.

On the way, passed by St. Paul’s Chapel and doubled back after leaving the memorial.  Beautiful, though barely legible headstones populate this graveyard, dating back to late 1700s.

Stopped for sushi lunch at Bento Nouveau on way to Battery Park.  Walked down to the tip of the island and saw Lady Liberty from afar.  From there, and despite the mist, took a couple hour walk up and along the pier, stopping at the Manhattan Heliport to watch a bird land, up to the seaport and Pier 17 complex.  Amazing views of the Brooklyn Bridge from Pier 17.  The fog made it even more enjoyable.

Sun!  And blue sky!  Shot up the subway to walk passed the Empire State Building on the way to the Morgan Library.  Incredible building with old books and ceiling paintings.  I felt transported.  My kind of place.  There was also an exhibition of drawings from the Louvre, including studies of Ingres, Delacroix, and David, among others.

Clear weather was short-lived as I walked the many blocks to the Japan Society in the rain, stopping under the overpass to Grand Central Station to wait it out; despite my umbrella, I was still getting soaked.  Exhibitions at the Japan Society included a works derived from fabrics showcase and a small gallery of postcard-size pieces dedicated to the rebuilding after the March earthquakes, each from an individual artist.

Image grabbed from Japan Society website
Walked down First passed the United Nations building and back to the Morgan Library for a screening of the 1946 Great Expectations.  I had never seen it before, plus the theater was quite lovely.  At first, it was one other individual and myself; he said if no one else showed, we would have a date.  Others came; I did not see where he sat in the theater.