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letra de hanif reads toni - mckinley dixon

i’m crazy about this city

daylight slants like a razor cutting the buildings in half. in the top half i see looking faces and it’s not easy to tell which are people, which the work of stonemasons. below is shadow where any blasé thing takes place: clarinets and lovemaking, fists and the voices of sorrowful women. a city like this one makes me dream tall and feel in on things. hep. it’s the bright steel rocking above the shade below that does it. when i look over strips of green grass lining the river, at church steeples and into the cream-and-copper halls of apartment buildings, i’m strong. alone, yes, but top-notch and indestructible–like the city in 1926 when all the wars are over and there will never be another one. the people down there in the shadow are happy about that. at last, at last, everything’s ahead. the smart ones say so and people listening to them and reading what they write down agree: here comes the new. look out. there goes the sad stuff. the bad stuff. the things-n0body-could-help stuff. the way everybody was then and there. forget that. history is over, you all, and everything’s ahead at last. in halls and offices people are sitting around thinking future thoughts about projects and bridges and fast-cl!cking trains underneath. the a&p hires a colored clerk. big-legged women with pink kitty tongues roll money into green tubes for later on; then they laugh and put their arms around each other. regular people corner thieves in alleys for quick retribution and, if he is stupid and has robbed wrong, thieves corner him too. hoodlums hand out goodies, do their best to stay interesting, and since they are being watched for excitement, they pay attention to their clothes and the carving out of insults. n0body wants to be an emergency at harlem hospital but if the negro surgeon is visiting, pride cuts down the pain. and although the hair of the first class of colored nurses was declared unseemly for the official bellevue nurse’s cap, there are thirty-five of them now–all dedicated and superb in their profession

n0body says it’s pretty here; n0body says it’s easy either. what it is is decisive, and if you pay attention to the street plans, all laid out, the city can’t hurt you

- mckinley dixon

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