Today, March 4, 2012, is the City of Chicago’s 175th birthday. If it’s one thing Chicago has taught me it’s this: If you can’t love Chicago, you can’t love anything. Chicago is a complex that is complex: The fickle and brutal elements. The concrete. The segregation. Clout. The multilayered fiefdoms of government. The endless flat … Continue reading Blow out the Candles, Chicago. It’s Your Birthday.
I wish you and I had some common, perfect language. I would say your simplicity and intricacy are profound. That I am only beginning to comprehend your beauty. This would be my first poem to you. I would write it on a scrap of paper and give it to you. You would read my poem … Continue reading Poem to A City
And in Neruda’s native language: Continue reading And now, a poem by Pablo Neruda on his 107th birthday
It’s a nice night out. Let’s take a walk by the lake. Let’s look at the lights of our city twinkle on the gentle waves. Let’s smooch under the shelter where the old men play chess. Let’s lay on a blanket in the grass and feel the earth slowly spin. Let’s hide a little flask … Continue reading CHI-love
