As Jonas Mekas sees New York in his diaries

“Shoot the gloom.” Shoot the gloom. It is written on April 29, 1965 in Jonas Mekas’ diary. To dispel the gloom, he wanted to shoot from the window into the street. Mekas was no longer a complete stranger when he wrote this, but one who always lacked money. It is still true today that there is hardly a city in which life without money is more difficult than in New York.

New York is one of the richest cities in the world, but that doesn’t mean much right now. Almost nothing when it comes to the general public. Social inequality and racism are evident when you look at the platforms, the subway, and the death statistics.

New York, the place of longing not only for billionaires who make their money and park here, but also for creatives, artists, romantics – at the moment it belongs entirely to those who endure, have always endured. Many of them came from elsewhere. Many without money, still.

In New York, too, people consoled themselves in these weeks by standing in front of the open windows, on balconies and roof gardens at seven in the evening and applauding those who care for the sick and supply the healthy with everything they need, and later remove what remains of the garbage.


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