Wednesday, June 29, 2011
an only child above the measured thunder of the cars
By nights when the yellow salamanders of the El bend all one way and the cold rain runs with the red-lit rain.
By the way the city's million wires are burdened only by lightest snow;
When chairs are stacked and glasses are turned and arc-lamps all are dimmed.
By days when the wind bangs alley gates ajar and the sun goes by on the wind.
By nights when the moon is an only child above the measured thunder of the cars, you may know Chicago's heart at last.
"Chicago: City on the Make," Nelson Algren
[Chicago Avenue at California Avenue]
- comic complication
- an only child above the measured thunder of the ca...
- anybody live here?
- in a good mood
- a handful of dust
- the shunting of trains far away in the freight yar...
- the pub crawl that stops, looks and listens
- ingen blandade allt annat än whisky och öl på tug ...
- we don't get tornados in these parts
- puerco, pollo, queso
- two parallel red lines
- a city filled with streets and sewers
- willingness to be happy
- often silly
- urban falconry
- the new chicago style
- hence the horizon's blade
- his aim is true-ish
- some girls never learn
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