"He who wishes to attain the profoundly marvelous must free images from their conventional associations, associations always dominated by utilitarian judgment: must learn to see the man behind the social function, break the scale of so-called normal values, replacing it by that of sensitive values, surmount taboos, the weight of ancestral prohibitions, cease to connect the object with the profit one can get out of it, with the price it has in society, with the action it commands. This liberation begins when by some means the voluntary censorship of the bad conscience is lifted, when the mechanism of the dream is no longer impeded. Magic ceremonies, psychic exercises leading to concentration and ecstasy, the liberation of psychic automatism, are so many means capable of refining vision through the tensions they induce. It is a means to enlarge faculties: they are ways of approach to the realm of the marvelous."- Pierre Mabille
Mirror of the Marvelous
currently residing in central park
the practice of leaving
mammatus over brooklyn
stopped in for a budweiser with the regulars at the Liffy II Bar 
all photos by blackberry
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Oh man the Liffy II. I only ever went in that place once. I tried to order a Brooklyn Lager (they have that huge neon sign in the window), only to be told that they didn't have any. I got a drink and sat in that big room with the TV while strange 90's R&B blasted out of the stereo speakers. It was an interesting experience, and I always wished I had someone to share it with. Was yours anything like that?
hey tom,
you know i've been walking past the Liffy II for years and have always been curious whether it might be one of those downscale bars i'm fond of. went in on a hot afternoon after a trip to target (god help me)...the female bartender, who no doubt has been smoking a pack and a half for the past 30+ years was playing (and singing along to) bob marley's legend album, and i think she would have kept in on replay if one of the regulars didn't get up to put some journey on the jukebox.
it was funny b/c everyone there obviously knew each other by name (buying eachother drinks) but were sitting about as far apart from each other as they could and not talking at all...and that little dog...so adorable! can't say i'll make it a regular stop, but am glad to have put that mystery to bed...now on to irish eyes...
The time I was at the Liffy II there were only three men in there, and the female bartender.
The men were drinking Budweiser out of Wine Glasses.
There was also a special painted on the mirror behind the bar advertising pitchers of beer on (let say) Wednesday, but there were no taps in sight.
You might want to bring Mike if you head on to Irish Eyes...that place always looked scary to me.
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