Is anyone else extremely shocked about Anthony Bourdain passing away? Is anyone else shocked, but not shocked at the same time? I’m, for the first time, really taken aback by the passing of a celebrity.
I knew he was troubled — we all knew. But who really would have thought that such a down-to-earth guy, so aware of the world, was capable of doing that? Then again, we aren’t obligated to know. He lived his life the way he wanted to. He never made excuses.
I always appreciated him for that. I loved how he could see the world so clearly; it didn’t matter where he was traveling to. If something was on his mind, he let people know.
He, in a culture so afraid of offending others, was capable of putting people (read: The Food Network) in their place whenever necessary. I hope wherever he is, if he believed he’d end up somewhere, is exactly where he hoped he’d wind up.
A New Yorker
Everything a New Yorker should be:
no bullshit, no worries, no sense
of slowing down, no time to slow down.
Slow down and watch life in New York
pass by in a New York minute.
(The only way, as it turns out, to talk
about New York, is to talk in clichés,
hoping for better days,
knowing damn well it has to be earned.)
He, like everyone else, let New York
chew him up, spit him out, and leave him
for the rats when they’re tired
of everyone else’s trash.
To many, he was trash; stuck up
conceited, an egomaniac:
other requirements for a New Yorker,
but these traits come with time,
you’ll need lots of money to make it;
New York is not for those who think
they can do the minimum, who think
I can be like everyone else.
He had to stand out; he had to
make a name for himself; he had to
grind and earn his bones,
in a city known to take no prisoners,
dissolving them in Times Square’s lights;
and he did.