I’ve been feeling the love lately – both for this jam-packed island I’ve called home for two years now, and for artists who are downright good with type. The two pieces below just so happen to combine both. The first is a silkscreen I recently ordered from the fantastic Ork Posters, and the second is a poem by Howard Horowitz (“Manhattan,” 1997) from one of my favorite books, “You are Here: Personal Geographies.”

According to the book: “It took the author one and a half years to write and design this poem about Manhattan, in the form of a map as crowded as the place it represents. Horowitz, a professor of environmental studies at Ramapo College, crams in descriptions of physical geography, cultural attractions, buildings, institutions, individuals, and his own memory. His affection for the place is readily apparent as he leads the reader from “lofty crags overlook[ing] the broad Hudson River” at the island’s northern tip, to “a blue slice of sky as vertical walls enclose us” in midtown, to downtown neighborhoods where one can “enjoy zuppa di pesca at the Festival of San Gennaro, or bird’s nest soup in Chinatown.” “