Since graveyards are often built over older burial grounds, I assume Dolores Park was probably an Indian, (an Ohlone) graveyard before that. I think the fact that it has so many layers underneath the contemporary one intrigues me.

There's nothing compared to the history of writing about the city of New York that you get, say, in Charles Reznikoff.

Go play with the towns you have built of blocks, The towns where you would have bound me! I sleep in my earth like a tired fox, And my bufdfalo have found me.

Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust.

The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

As for what you're calling hard luck - well, we made New England out of it. That and codfish.