Everything seems connected
Every night she comes
To take me out to dreamland
When I’m with her, I’m the richest
Man in town
She’s a rose, she’s the pearl
She’s the spin on my world
All the stars make their wishes on her eyesShe’s my Coney Island Baby
She’s my Coney Island GirlShe’s a princess, in a red dress
She’s the moon in the mist to meShe’s my Coney Island Baby
She’s my Coney Island GirlTom Waits “Coney Island Baby” from Blood Money
Walker Evans’ Coney Island photographs
The currents of both the Bauhaus and European romanticism are firmly evidenced by these photographs; it’s the romantic aspect that draws me nearly as much as Evans was later repulsed by it. I suspect that the conflicting modes involved can be described by a lot of binaries. It’s not unlike the tension between the lyric and the epic. Evans sublimated most of his lyricism, whereas I tend to treasure it. I suspect that he was seduced by epic, and felt he had to leave these “smaller moments” behind.
Hanging onto the brass rail is recommended, but which one?
