[Nightingale, Milwaukee Avenue below Thomas Street]
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
music swims back to me
Imagine it. A radio playing and everyone here was crazy.
I liked it and danced in a circle.
Music pours over the sense and in a funny way
music sees more than I.
I mean it remembers better; remembers the first night here.
"Music swims back to me," Anne Sexton
[Between Damen Avenue and Winchester Street, above Chicago Avenue]
Thursday, January 29, 2009
it came to me the other day
It came to me the other day:
Were I to die, no one would say,
“Oh, what a shame! So young, so full
Of promise — depths unplumbable!”
Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes
Will greet my overdue demise;
The wide response will be, I know,
“I thought he died a while ago.”
For life’s a shabby subterfuge,
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
The shock of it will register
Nowhere but where it will occur.
- John Updike
[Chicago Avenue east of Damen Avenue]
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
jim got kicked in the head by a horse last year
Sunday, January 25, 2009
there aren't any times but new times
Eighteen years have passed, but have they? By gosh, old times certainly are starting all over again.
Old times. Not a bit. There aren't any old times. When times are gone, they're not old, they're dead. There aren't any times but new times.
The Magnificent Ambersons (1942), Orson Welles.
[Damen Avenue below Iowa Street]
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
the most common form of despair
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
with the story of the way it should be
Sunday, January 11, 2009
an intensified feeling of nonchalance
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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- Ray Pride
- Chicago, Illinois, United States