“I would say Pittsburgh softly each time before throwing him up. Whisper Pittsburgh with my mouth against the tiny ear and throw him higher. Pittsburgh and happiness high up. The only way to leave even the smallest trace. So that all his life her son would feel gladness unaccountably when anyone spoke of the ruined city of steel in America. Each time almost remembering something maybe important that got lost.” WayFeelsImportantAmericaRememberLostCitiesSonHigherMouthsEarsTinySpokesThrowingSmallestSteelRuinedGladnessPittsburgh Book:The Great Fires: Poems, 1982-1992 Source: The Great Fires: Poems, 1982-1992
“Paris is a city of centralisation--and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point. We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear--and a voracious mouth to swallow.” LooksLongWholeFactsEyeTogetherSidesCitiesBrainGroupsArmsBecomingMouthsAll ThingsEarsParisSensitiveCentreComprehensiveClassificationForerunners Book:The Burial of the Rats Source: The Burial of the Rats
“We had a branding problem. We have allowed ourselves to be branded by our tragedies. If you said 'Oklahoma City,' chances are the next word out of your mouth was 'bombing.'” IfsSaidProblemNextChanceCitiesMouthsTragedyBrandingChances AreBombingOklahomaBrandedOklahoma City Author:Mick Cornett
“If you visit American city, You will find it very pretty. Just two things of which you must beware: Don't drink the water and don't breathe the air. Pollution, pollution, They got smog and sewage and mud. Turn on your tap and get hot and cold running crud. See the halibuts and the sturgeons Being wiped out by detergents. Fish gotta swim and birds gotta fly, But they don't last long if they try. Pollution, pollution, You can use the latest toothpaste, And then rinse your mouth with industrial waste.” IfsTryingLongTwoUseRunningLastsTurnsWaterCitiesAirColdDrinkWasteBirdMouthsHotEnvironmentalFishesBreatheTwo ThingsSwimPollutionMudTurn-onAmerican CitiesToothpasteAir PollutionSmogSewageHot And ColdHalibut Author:Tom Lehrer
“I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth; I came from really humble beginnings - the projects of New York City - and I worked my way to get to where I am.” WayBornCitiesNew YorkProjectsMouthsHumbleMy WaySilverNew York CitySpoonsHumble BeginningsSilver Spoons Author:Adrienne Bailon
“Between 18 and 19 years old [in the 1950s] I came to Paris. I studied art. And that experience really did change my life. I was living hand to mouth. I walked everywhere. I thought, this city is incredible but you really have to experience it by walking it.” YearsArtHandsCitiesWalkingMouthsIncrediblesParisChanging My Life Author:Robert Redford
“And I imagine... with great pleasure... all the horrible stirrings of the nonmanifested to bring forth the scream which creates the universe. Maybe one day I'll see you trembling, and you'll go into convulsion and grow larger and smaller until your mouth opens and the world will come from your mouth, escaping through the window like a river, and it will flood the city. And then we'll begin to live.” WorldUniverseGrowsPleasureCitiesImagineOne DayMouthsRiversWindowHorribleScreamFloodEscapingTremblingStirringMaybe One Day Author:Alejandro Jodorowsky
“If you were close enough to her ruby-red lips you would hear her say, 'I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek the one I love.' She is whispering that, and she whispers, 'By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. My beloved is mine and I am his.” IfsWaySoulEnoughNightCitiesStreetsMinesBedKissingMouthsRedLipsMy SoulBelovedBroadsWhisperingKiss MeRubiesRed Lips Author:Neil Gaiman
“Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.” EndsDoneLightEyeNightHouseLostStarsDarkCitiesStepsMorningStreetsSweetWindMouthsStonesEmptyBreathsBreatheAwakeningHillsDawnGrayWarmthBreezeEmpty StreetsTrill Author:Cesare Pavese
“My mouth opened. It happened. Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling. Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.” WorldCarePastRememberLyingNextVoiceCitiesVisionBoysHappenedSkyArmsOffersMouthsLoudDesperateThrownThroatIntensity Author:Markus Zusak