A Photo for Friday: “Bridge”

Happy Friday.



June 1, 2018

New York, New York

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Steven L. Taylor
About Steven L. Taylor
Steven L. Taylor is a Professor of Political Science and a College of Arts and Sciences Dean. His main areas of expertise include parties, elections, and the institutional design of democracies. His most recent book is the co-authored A Different Democracy: American Government in a 31-Country Perspective. He earned his Ph.D. from the University of Texas and his BA from the University of California, Irvine. He has been blogging since 2003 (originally at the now defunct Poliblog). Follow Steven on Twitter


  1. MarkedMan says:

    Really nice

  2. Roger says:

    Awesome pic.

  3. sam says:

    To Brooklyn Bridge
    Hart Crane

    How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest
    The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him,
    Shedding white rings of tumult, building high
    Over the chained bay waters Liberty—

    Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes
    As apparitional as sails that cross
    Some page of figures to be filed away;
    —Till elevators drop us from our day …

    I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights
    With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene
    Never disclosed, but hastened to again,
    Foretold to other eyes on the same screen;

    And Thee, across the harbor, silver paced
    As though the sun took step of thee yet left
    Some motion ever unspent in thy stride,—
    Implicitly thy freedom staying thee!

    Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loft
    A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets,
    Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning,
    A jest falls from the speechless caravan.

    Down Wall, from girder into street noon leaks,
    A rip-tooth of the sky’s acetylene;
    All afternoon the cloud flown derricks turn …
    Thy cables breathe the North Atlantic still.

    And obscure as that heaven of the Jews,
    Thy guerdon … Accolade thou dost bestow
    Of anonymity time cannot raise:
    Vibrant reprieve and pardon thou dost show.

    O harp and altar, of the fury fused,
    (How could mere toil align thy choiring strings!)
    Terrific threshold of the prophet’s pledge,
    Prayer of pariah, and the lover’s cry,

    Again the traffic lights that skim thy swift
    Unfractioned idiom, immaculate sigh of stars,
    Beading thy path—condense eternity:
    And we have seen night lifted in thine arms.

    Under thy shadow by the piers I waited
    Only in darkness is thy shadow clear.
    The City’s fiery parcels all undone,
    Already snow submerges an iron year …

    O Sleepless as the river under thee,
    Vaulting the sea, the prairies’ dreaming sod,
    Unto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend
    And of the curveship lend a myth to God.

  4. teve tory says:

    The GOP jacked the debt up $2 Trillion to give rich people a big tax cut. Now they’ve released a proposal to balance the budget in a decade by cutting Medicare, Medicaid, and to a lesser extent Social Security.


    If you support these people you’re either scum or dumb.