Days [ ) I am | Thomas Pynchon, 1963
Marianne Brandt, Our Unnerving City, 1926, collage
“I am the twentieth century. I am the ragtime and the tango; sans-serif, clean geometry. I am the virgin’s-hair whip and the cunningly detailed shackles of decadent passion. I am every lonely railway station in every capital of Europe. I am the Street, the fanciless buildings of government. the cafe-dansant, the clockwork figure, the jazz saxophone, the tourist-lady’s hairpiece, the fairy’s rubber breasts, the travelling clock which always tells the wrong time and chimes in different keys. I am the dead palm tree, the Negro’s dancing pumps, the dried fountain after tourist season. I am all the appurtenances of night.”
Thomas Pynchon, V., 1963
Also:
The Displaced Persons Song | Thomas Pynchon, 1973
Days [ ) Memory of the city | Thomas Pynchon, 2006
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