hannah and her sisters, woody allen dir.
e.e. cummings, somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond:
"(I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands."
we watched this the other night.
that last line of the poem,
i am not sure i have read better,
for a line of love.
woody allen is obviously best advertisement for ny ever.
it made me want to visit again
and walk those streets.
first time round,
i was reading f scott fitzgerald,
so was in 20s and 30s new york.
found myself dreaming of excess and glamour,
in grand old hotel foyers
and under striped apartment awnings.
we did see woody allen pay jazz
at the carlyle.
that was pretty great.