Tag: robert beck

The balloons were separate when I brought them home, but over time the ribbons entwined, and they began to move in close harmony.

Go anywhere that super-high rises congregate, and you won’t find anything that looks like a neighborhood.

Cream soda is basically vanilla—my favorite flavor. I’m not alone in this. So why can I not find cream soda on the UWS?

Eventually, the last out was called. The teams shook hands and melted into the park with their gloves and bats.

Post-its on my studio door remind me to turn off the A/C and lock the bathroom when I leave. I still forget.

The music washed over me and a resonance rose from the center of my body. It was impossible to be unmoved.

The weather will get nice again (won't it?), and the Verdi gardeners will get to work.

People carried their dogs, sometimes one under each arm. It was still cold and blowing.

They call them cookies, but they’re sure not like anything that came out of my mother’s oven.

When people heave a large dog onto Santa’s legs, it often lands on his beard, which is attached to his ears.  It becomes a situation. 

If you are going to talk pizza, you start with New York slice shops.

Or jonesing for onion soup and pâté. I could live on their bread and butter.

I’m sad to see the ABC building go, with its street-level windows that let people outside see the anchors presenting the news.

I've come across some remarkably primitive sights in our sophisticated neighborhood, but for the most part, they are human stories and generous people.

I appreciated her uplifting, positive persona, and how difficult it must be to stand perfectly still amidst all the distractions.

Each column contains a slice of the UWS. I love the challenge, the being there, the watching it come off my fingers.

In his West Side Canvas paintings and essays, Robert Beck captures the "here and now" of life in the neighborhood.

I’m not fond of cocktail glasses with a cone-shaped bowl on a stem. I don’t want to pay that much attention to not spilling.

As a kid, I loved buses.

His ballwork was legendary and he knew precisely when somebody needed to have a dog lean against them.