multi-dimensional subway travel

7 Dec

i remember when subway tickets were $1.50
now they’re $3.00
but we still see double out the windows.
objects from the other side reflect into view
like the blank faces attached to bodies seated in orange chairs,
like the wet shapes on tunnel walls,
the green electrical box
and so many other unidentifiable things whizzing by.
it’s like looking into ourselves.


4 Responses to “multi-dimensional subway travel”

  1. glenrussellslater December 7, 2013 at 6:32 pm #

    This one reminds me of the subways in New York. Everybody looks really innocuous and harmless and non-toxic on the train that passes by. But they’re probably thinking the same as they look at us in our subway train, too. And in New York City, especially in the years that it’s been taken over mostly by thug wannabes and poseurs and jerks with their stupid, mind-numbing text-message machines with their games and their so-called “friends” on “Fakebook”. (These zombies always reminds me of the famous book title “Why Johnny Can’t Read”, a bestseller from the 50s that was still popular in the 70s) and their ugly, mean stares and glares. (you see so few people read on the subway these days; I think that these contraptions were designed to help dumb down our once great nation). You think that maybe some of the people in the passing subway train are the REAL New Yorkers of old, the ones with tough exteriors but tender hearts, the ones that weren’t generic, cruel zombies. But then you think about reality, and remember that that went out with the wonderful days of New York, the New York of the chocolate egg cream. But don’t get me started on THAT.

    I first remember when the New York City subway fare was 35 cents. Strangely, the New York Subway fare always seemed to be the same as the price of a slice of pizza. (A Regular pizza, not a Sicilian slice, although I think that maybe Sicilians might have been the same price as regular slices.

    And it’s remained true throughout the years. New Yorkers now pay $2.50 cents for subway fare, and the average slice of pizza is about that, now, although I love the occasional pizza parlor that sell good slices of pizza for a dollar; now THOSE places really pack ’em in.

    You’re writing about the Montreal subway, I assume.


    • steve December 7, 2013 at 7:49 pm #

      Thanks Glen. Montreal…hmmm. Well, my home economics teacher always said never assume for it makes an ass of u and me. Other than that she was a real charmer, but anyway. Yeh or no, I don’t know. I guess this could be about any window with reflections maybe the F train the one that goes past Greenwood cemetery in Brooklyn where abner doubleday was buried or maybe the orange line here in montreal and probably BART mixed in. That’s the one in Oakland. Yeh, it all kind of blurs together at one point.

      • glenrussellslater December 7, 2013 at 10:02 pm #

        I take the F train every day. But here in Queens. I’m moving to Brooklyn, though. I wasn’t aware that Abner Doubleday is buried in Brooklyn. Jeez, everything goes back to baseball, doesn’t it? Even though Doubleday really didn’t have anything to do with baseball, did he? Well, he didn’t invent it, anyway.

        Have you ever been to NYC, Steve?


        • steve December 9, 2013 at 9:54 am #

          lived there for a few years, in Brooklyn that is…Kensington area and Greenpoint.

          yes Henry chadwick is buried in greenwood cemetery. easy to reach on the F train. as ring lardner used to say, “you can look it up.”

          did I say doubleday? I swear i’m losing my mind and ya know what? that’s not such a bad thing. the mind thinks it’s so smart and it really doesn’t know much at all.

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