Thursday, April 2, 2009
down the streets of the big night world
They had lived with a bottle of Chianti between them, the scent hanging like a little purple veil between the roof and the million-candled carnival beyond—the window lights of the late office workers, piled one upon another above the river, the tavern lights that had bloomed like lilies touching each to each across the city's lawless deeps, the auto lights in one long forevering curve down miles and miles of boulevard where one dark driver after the other bore down the streets of the big night world...
"Entrapment," Nelson Algren (2009)
[Chicago Avenue east of Ashland Avenue; Damen Avenue below Haddon Street]
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- Ray Pride
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
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- gentle rain from heaven
- bathe and paddle about bucolically in a mild puddle
- indistinguishable from magic
- i like this kind of tension
- a kind of gravity
- flat and coolly distant
- here we go again
- take, for example
- like a perhaps
- discipline
- wine is how words taste
- lifes
- the doleful cello
- a crowd of grand and confused images
- there are two silences
- an oblivion of care and a freedom from solicitude
- double yolk
- crushed cigarettes and kitchen matches
- you had
- ocean
- haunted evenings and dark nights of secret assigna...
- must mean something
- night's friendly takeover
- makes me clumsy
- trop retro
- what they are
- corner
- things are going to happen that are going to shift...
- down the streets of the big night world
- no one more ferocious
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