There are a lot of cranes in San Francisco and they look like animals. It’s like the Bay Area’s own zoo. It’s nice to drive into the city and see them by the water, though they are mechanical and not real. It makes me feel happy.
Caitlin
I once knew a man by the name of Crane. I dreamt he’d be an important figure in my life. Nothing came of it. He showed up once at my door my last year of college. He insisted we go shopping for Twinkies and bagels at 12. I ran away from his rented suite and spent the night in the arms of the inspiration for the Tao of Steve.
birds lasting in the tides of rising sorrow
legs draw through the tangling distractions
of lesser days
wishing to grow wings that span the oceans
carrying the lost soul of our coming
generations
bones
Never before had so many strangers joined together in one place at one time without knowing the purpose or the event that brought them together. But rush hour in manhattan is like that. Miraculous. So stupid that it could only be better than luck. Divine is what she called it, and we loved her despite her stultifyingly cliche vocabulary.
Paul
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She craned her neck to get a better feel of what he was thinking. He said everything when he was high and she couldn’t help but smile. It was the only time he gave her something other than remorse. These were the days, hours, minutes, seconds that she loved him most.
RB
blue cranes walking in my swamp/backyard are awesome and so beautiful. what a wonderful bird.
building cranes can fall over and kill people… they don’t bend with the wind
christy
heavy, yellow costruction equipment… some are mobile… lifting anything even at its heaviest
gurgg
Crane, a gentle wonder floating on what looks like air but is really an extension of it’s soul. Could it be that you never want to touch the ground – because I know that the ground want to touch you. Angels cannot tread among men.
Meg
crane… i don’t like this one i cannot come up with anything that sounds good for the word crane. is that crane the bird or crane the machine… who knows. i guess it is up to you.
me
The wall was covered in them, paper cranes in memorial. It was tradition. She went every year with her grandfather, his hands holding hers. Wrinkled and like paper, or leather. He seemed no more fragile then in these moments, when he came and touched his hands to the memorial. His head bowed in prayer for his lost commrads.
–The Vietnam Memorial.
A. Bennett-David
there once was a one legged crane, who hoped along in the rain. It hopped and hopped and fell with a flop, and slowly died in the rain.
GustavBunano
craning is both a noun and a verb, and the noun has two meanings. well, at least two. to think about it, really, when we crane our necks, does that imply disbelief, or speculation, or is it something else? what emotions go through a crane’s head, then? or a mechanical crane, for that matter.
Ted Cunterblast
lifts up metal to the blue above
walks across a swampy pond
eats electricity
eats frogs
red
white
cranes
hgcjg
crane you neck to see the cracks in the system boxing you in. They’re not always obvious to the casual observer but look hard and you perseverance will be rewarded by the weakening walls of constraint.
Jag
well there are a few things that come to my mind. first is the bird like thing thats called a crane…then theres the big machine thats called a crane that they use to carry large metal and stuff. im not sure which crane this one is talking about because…well quit frankly im a horrible speller.
mo
dubai is using a good portion of the world’s cranes, and I think that’s fucking awesome. Dubai’s got it going on. Too bad it’s in the Middle East, because that place is fucked. That’s coming from a person of Lebanese decent, too. I don’t know what this site is about. At all.
Anna
there was a man that had a crane. he loved the crane so much he tried t dkfjhshldsj
edgar
The crane was cranning his neck for a better view.
Yes he could just about see the tip of the fishy’s tail.
And what a tale he is going to make up for his buddies –
About what horrors he fought to feed himself on this glorious sunny day!
Sowm
She cranes her neck to see who is screaming on the sidewalk. Baby hairs fall on her face as she sees a woman standing over her husband, being tended to by EMT’s.
Samantha
I was sitting on the beach when an elegant crane flew down from the azure heavens, flapped his wings a few times, and settled into the water. The ocean’s tides brought water to lap at his feet, but he was oblivious to his surroundings. He stared at the skies from where he had come, waiting for something. Or someone.
vish
One of the most beautiful living creatures I have ever witnessed is the crane at the Japanese section of the local Botanical Gradens. So majestic and graceful all at once. Serene, yes, that is another word I would use to describe such a creature.
Kimberley
A dog attacked a goose this morning. It let go, and the goose was within an inch of its life- its neck hung lower and lower.
It was so quiet afterwards.
r.a.
As I walked past the hospital for the hundredth time I marvelled, once again, at how much I love cranes. Something about the juxtaposition of machines and nature. The crane is…beautiful. It builds. It creates. I love seeing them against the backdrop of a cityscape.
allyss
When she died, we all made paper cranes in memory of her. We were all very scared to walk pass her room, as if her soul was still around, and especially when we saw all the paper cranes on a table right at the outside of her door.
Emmy
Down on the waterfront the longshoremen make cranes eat crates and then the long-legged birds are invisible.
j
Yellow. To pick up the depths of gravel upon stones, upon rock.
Brandon Tindel
i crane my neck to see the first sight of a hand flying at me.
i had no idea that the comment i made about her shoes would cause her to react that way.
i ducked my head to avoid the oncoming slap and i was almost out of the way when she came up with her other hand and…
Catie H.
this makes me think of little paper cranes, you know, the oragami ones. I always wanted to know how to make these….i tried once, but i was very very bad at it. maybe one day i’ll figure it out and woo me an asian man :P
jen
the crane stood on a crane, pondering the irony. It had heard that there was another crane for this lonely crane to mingle with, but in turn it was a machine. the machine didn’t have much to say, but made a wonderful perch
to see the sunrise
and the cranes flying
off in the distance.
The Crane smiled, and sighed in relief.
“At least the journey wasn’t wasted,
just another step in the road.”
Rufian
THE CRAINE HAD LONG LEGS TO THE FLOR OF THE RIVER THE STONES WERE SHARP YET COVERED IN MOSS THERE WERE TROUT FLITTING THROUGH THE MURKY DEPTHS AWAITING THE TEMPTATION OF A WORM OR OTHER TIDBIT
CANT
I really dont like paper cranes. The real ones are nice though. I saw one once in puerto rico, actually i dont know if it was a crane but it had yellow feet. My Boyfriend took a picture of it. We were at a beach that we found and had all to ourselves. It was awesome.
AUDIO
the crane was standing still. two spindly legs supporting its round white body. shaped like an egg, two strong stilts with joints covered in wrinkled yellow skin. It reminded her of her grandfathers old leather shoes.
jef
elgant in grey and silver tuxedo, the crane stalks around on long legs, spearing small fish from the murky wetlands. perhaps its tall, long legged design sparked mans design of the building giants.
Jemmita
The crane held a wrecking ball intended for her apartment. She knew it was unwise to leave the forest, the safety of the trees. Still, the convenience called to her, the future screaming at her, the city begging her to use it. Use it all up. And when she finally did, when she finally gave in to the siren songs of the city, it wasn’t what she had hoped for. No beautiful lights to be seen through the fog. No beautiful sing songy dances in the streets. No answer to the questions she had learned from the forest. Just a wrecking ball on a crane.
csingel
Big masculine overwhelming and industrializing, Berlin is full of them, unsexy.
Betina
following the clouds past every black star and white light to land upon the soothing feeling of hope and dim dismays we all brush under the rug. Life bears its head and we see again what we are so quick to let go of.
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There are a lot of cranes in San Francisco and they look like animals. It’s like the Bay Area’s own zoo. It’s nice to drive into the city and see them by the water, though they are mechanical and not real. It makes me feel happy.
I once knew a man by the name of Crane. I dreamt he’d be an important figure in my life. Nothing came of it. He showed up once at my door my last year of college. He insisted we go shopping for Twinkies and bagels at 12. I ran away from his rented suite and spent the night in the arms of the inspiration for the Tao of Steve.
crane
cranecranecranecranecranecranecranecranecranevcranecranecranecranecranecranecranevvvcranevvcranecranecranecranecranevv
birds lasting in the tides of rising sorrow
legs draw through the tangling distractions
of lesser days
wishing to grow wings that span the oceans
carrying the lost soul of our coming
generations
Never before had so many strangers joined together in one place at one time without knowing the purpose or the event that brought them together. But rush hour in manhattan is like that. Miraculous. So stupid that it could only be better than luck. Divine is what she called it, and we loved her despite her stultifyingly cliche vocabulary.
quelque chose de massif sur le dessus d’une t
She craned her neck to get a better feel of what he was thinking. He said everything when he was high and she couldn’t help but smile. It was the only time he gave her something other than remorse. These were the days, hours, minutes, seconds that she loved him most.
blue cranes walking in my swamp/backyard are awesome and so beautiful. what a wonderful bird.
building cranes can fall over and kill people… they don’t bend with the wind
heavy, yellow costruction equipment… some are mobile… lifting anything even at its heaviest
Crane, a gentle wonder floating on what looks like air but is really an extension of it’s soul. Could it be that you never want to touch the ground – because I know that the ground want to touch you. Angels cannot tread among men.
crane… i don’t like this one i cannot come up with anything that sounds good for the word crane. is that crane the bird or crane the machine… who knows. i guess it is up to you.
The wall was covered in them, paper cranes in memorial. It was tradition. She went every year with her grandfather, his hands holding hers. Wrinkled and like paper, or leather. He seemed no more fragile then in these moments, when he came and touched his hands to the memorial. His head bowed in prayer for his lost commrads.
–The Vietnam Memorial.
there once was a one legged crane, who hoped along in the rain. It hopped and hopped and fell with a flop, and slowly died in the rain.
craning is both a noun and a verb, and the noun has two meanings. well, at least two. to think about it, really, when we crane our necks, does that imply disbelief, or speculation, or is it something else? what emotions go through a crane’s head, then? or a mechanical crane, for that matter.
lifts up metal to the blue above
walks across a swampy pond
eats electricity
eats frogs
red
white
cranes
crane you neck to see the cracks in the system boxing you in. They’re not always obvious to the casual observer but look hard and you perseverance will be rewarded by the weakening walls of constraint.
well there are a few things that come to my mind. first is the bird like thing thats called a crane…then theres the big machine thats called a crane that they use to carry large metal and stuff. im not sure which crane this one is talking about because…well quit frankly im a horrible speller.
dubai is using a good portion of the world’s cranes, and I think that’s fucking awesome. Dubai’s got it going on. Too bad it’s in the Middle East, because that place is fucked. That’s coming from a person of Lebanese decent, too. I don’t know what this site is about. At all.
there was a man that had a crane. he loved the crane so much he tried t dkfjhshldsj
The crane was cranning his neck for a better view.
Yes he could just about see the tip of the fishy’s tail.
And what a tale he is going to make up for his buddies –
About what horrors he fought to feed himself on this glorious sunny day!
She cranes her neck to see who is screaming on the sidewalk. Baby hairs fall on her face as she sees a woman standing over her husband, being tended to by EMT’s.
I was sitting on the beach when an elegant crane flew down from the azure heavens, flapped his wings a few times, and settled into the water. The ocean’s tides brought water to lap at his feet, but he was oblivious to his surroundings. He stared at the skies from where he had come, waiting for something. Or someone.
One of the most beautiful living creatures I have ever witnessed is the crane at the Japanese section of the local Botanical Gradens. So majestic and graceful all at once. Serene, yes, that is another word I would use to describe such a creature.
A dog attacked a goose this morning. It let go, and the goose was within an inch of its life- its neck hung lower and lower.
It was so quiet afterwards.
As I walked past the hospital for the hundredth time I marvelled, once again, at how much I love cranes. Something about the juxtaposition of machines and nature. The crane is…beautiful. It builds. It creates. I love seeing them against the backdrop of a cityscape.
When she died, we all made paper cranes in memory of her. We were all very scared to walk pass her room, as if her soul was still around, and especially when we saw all the paper cranes on a table right at the outside of her door.
Down on the waterfront the longshoremen make cranes eat crates and then the long-legged birds are invisible.
Yellow. To pick up the depths of gravel upon stones, upon rock.
i crane my neck to see the first sight of a hand flying at me.
i had no idea that the comment i made about her shoes would cause her to react that way.
i ducked my head to avoid the oncoming slap and i was almost out of the way when she came up with her other hand and…
this makes me think of little paper cranes, you know, the oragami ones. I always wanted to know how to make these….i tried once, but i was very very bad at it. maybe one day i’ll figure it out and woo me an asian man :P
the crane stood on a crane, pondering the irony. It had heard that there was another crane for this lonely crane to mingle with, but in turn it was a machine. the machine didn’t have much to say, but made a wonderful perch
to see the sunrise
and the cranes flying
off in the distance.
The Crane smiled, and sighed in relief.
“At least the journey wasn’t wasted,
just another step in the road.”
THE CRAINE HAD LONG LEGS TO THE FLOR OF THE RIVER THE STONES WERE SHARP YET COVERED IN MOSS THERE WERE TROUT FLITTING THROUGH THE MURKY DEPTHS AWAITING THE TEMPTATION OF A WORM OR OTHER TIDBIT
I really dont like paper cranes. The real ones are nice though. I saw one once in puerto rico, actually i dont know if it was a crane but it had yellow feet. My Boyfriend took a picture of it. We were at a beach that we found and had all to ourselves. It was awesome.
the crane was standing still. two spindly legs supporting its round white body. shaped like an egg, two strong stilts with joints covered in wrinkled yellow skin. It reminded her of her grandfathers old leather shoes.
elgant in grey and silver tuxedo, the crane stalks around on long legs, spearing small fish from the murky wetlands. perhaps its tall, long legged design sparked mans design of the building giants.
The crane held a wrecking ball intended for her apartment. She knew it was unwise to leave the forest, the safety of the trees. Still, the convenience called to her, the future screaming at her, the city begging her to use it. Use it all up. And when she finally did, when she finally gave in to the siren songs of the city, it wasn’t what she had hoped for. No beautiful lights to be seen through the fog. No beautiful sing songy dances in the streets. No answer to the questions she had learned from the forest. Just a wrecking ball on a crane.
Big masculine overwhelming and industrializing, Berlin is full of them, unsexy.
following the clouds past every black star and white light to land upon the soothing feeling of hope and dim dismays we all brush under the rug. Life bears its head and we see again what we are so quick to let go of.