and so we walked....

walked endlessly through Williamsburg last night---just an attempt to make sure I returned home tired---what is Williamsburg, well many things, first of all the young white (mostly couples) who inhabit or visit the place, then out of nowhere one hears loud voices speaking spanish, or as one goes north speaking polish---kind of jarring--what---a picture of the neighborhood as it once was, then there are the empty spaces---the gaps for possible (or truly planned) buildings---it seems like there are millions of them---right now they emanate silence---the spaces seem to be waiting for something---the expectation---kind of reminds me of May in 1962, that Saturday afternoon in Baltimore, Hopkins--totally moist, humid, guys on the lawns studying---records playing, but a sense that something more Should Have Been---something needed to be filled up. Ofcourse it was, five or six years later, by "the sixties", had no way of knowing that that would be the content of the change.
Can't get that beauatiful variation of Beethoven opus 1, no 3 second movement out of my mind, really incredible.
Still, in parts of Williamsburg, even on a Friday evening, one can hear the quiet......empty soft streets......