That Funny Photo I Promised
This is one line from a poem that runs all the way down that very long hallway from Grand Central Station to Times Square. (Or something like that. It's all one big building from the inside. To give you an idea, this line is part six of eight parts, and eight is at the end.) I have to face it every Monday morning when I'm moving between subway trains. The poem, as a whole, has to be the most risibly dispiriting idea for public art I've ever seen, and it thrills me every day to discover it's still up. By the way, where those movie posters are over there on the right, there are now huge posters reading JEWS FOR JESUS. Every single one of them, all the way down.