Saturday, March 21, 2009
time, gentlemen, please
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
"September 1, 1939", W. H. Auden
[Chicago Avenue west of Winchester Street; Damen Avenue above Haddon Street; Thomas Street at Damen Avenue
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- Ray Pride
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- let yourself be crushed by it
- remember
- easy to deride
- extra
- doubt
- smoke on the ground
- focus dissolved and my thoughts disintegrated
- we buy houses
- sidewalk is closed
- time, gentlemen, please
- dancing about architecture
- absurd to divide
- steal a little
- the names of ten children
- so thirsty for the marvelous
- the color of its countries
- tree-dividing sky
- oh man
- beware of dog
- open letter
- funhouse
- everything
- like tears in rain
- america's favorite snacks
- missing pieces of themselves
- in the first place, beautiful objects are small
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- so well by my betters
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- so-and-so
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