After Watching Woody Allen's Manhattan Poem by Glen Kappy

the thing with infatuations- and i've had many- is that they too get old. with me it took twenty years in marriage to realize and appreciate the trust we had built together which made intimacy of another order than just skin against skin. and then more years to realize that we as much need to love as be loved. i suppose it's interesting or perhaps surprising i had this reaction to the movie which in some ways was an homage to new york city, the city i was born and grew up in and which i left appreciating. but woody allen is always woody allen is one way or another in his movies, and i wonder if he ever grew up as far as learning the richness of a lasting relationship. always interesting to read your comments, daniel. thanks. glen

hi, lorraine! and thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. i also was born in manhattan at belleview hospital (famous for its psych ward!) . i was also raised there by parents likewise raised there- my dad on the lower east side, my mom in jamaica, queens. -glen