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Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
I saluted a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled--so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning--so did I.
In the mid-city, under an oiled sky,
I lay in a garden of such dusky green
It seemed the dregs of the imagination.
Hedged round by elegant spears of iron fence
Men said at vespers: 'All is well!'
In one wild night the city fell;
Fell shrines of prayer and marts of gain
Before the fiery hurricane.
'My age, my beast!' - Osip Mandelstam
On the lips a taste of tolling we are blind
The light drifts like dust over faces
Now tidy your house,
dust especially your living room
and do not forget to name
all your children.
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl!
Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow,
Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl,
Laves in the cool, refreshing flow.
So good to be home
and out of the heat.
All those excess people reminded I'm alone
as I explored the busy Chicago streets.
CHICAGO sounds rough to the maker of verse;
One comfort we have--Cincinnati sounds worse;
O GOD! in danger's darkest hour,
In battle's deadliest field,
Thy name has been our Nation's tower,
Thy truth her help and shield.
in my birthday party an old retired seaman came with his beautiful daughter who is taking care of him since his wife works as a caregiver in Chicago.
he is diabetic, with a high blood pressure and thinks that death shall take him soon. he does not drink Fundador but he obliged, saying life is too short for another happy deprivation.
For the most part, in western region of the planet, the smoke and wild fires are gone for 2020, and back east, after much destruction, the hurricaneseason has run its course. We pray that this winter will be less severe.
'Cold' is what I used to experience walking on hardened soil. 'Cold' is what I observed of icicles dripping from roof tops. 'Cold' is what I used to feel while growing up in the deep south.'Cold' was early childhood, being too poor to afford indoor bathrooms,and visits to the outhouse on a cold January night was the only option.
a crescent moon
on the Chicago River...
in blazing blue letters
I felt the heartbeat of a great city
The summer heat the winter ice
A memory made fonder now
As I look back on the how
With, with you,
Chicago is just like the modern Antarctica with so much extremely cold weather.
Chicago is just like the modern Antarctica and this is not the summer time where people see feathers and hot weather but instead they see snowflakes, ice balls, in the lake, snowballs, and hail this weather is so irrate.
He's a bad motherfucker
Johnny Chicago, Johnny Chicago
In the kitchen, at the railway station
Johnny Chicago, Johnny Chicago, Johnny Chicago, Johnny Chicago
Don't go to Chicago
You'll love the way
The lights bounce off
My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6: 30 Mass where few people would be and he wouldn't have to deal with friends and neighbors. His contribution envelope was always filled out the night before, sealed and propped against the salt shaker on the kitchen table. It was gone with him when I as a child rose in the morning.
My sister and I would go to the children's Mass later and my mother to the Mass at noon. We weren't, spiritually speaking, a close family. Truth be known, we weren't a close family. But that's another story sometimes hard to write or explain.
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