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Chicago Blog 3: Anyone? Anyone?
Chicago Blog 3: Anyone? Anyone?
In the second installation I offer an Art Nouveau triptych: three female forms, tousled tresses scented with crushed marigolds.
A mosaic window. Endless subway tunnels of humanity. A marathon wheelchair. Soviet Backscatter X-Ray technology reveals knotted balloons of nostalgia swallowed to pass through customs. They have burst.
Sandburg sends the hog butchers packing to the suburbs in a flight of granite steps. They take the blue line.
Poverty is the Italian beef of angry foam-board. The buoy bells they ring for me.
Ceres blesses the towering corn cobs along the uphill river. The Sears Tower follows the Tao to the tune of blues harmonica.
Three reenact the past propped on elbows over sprinkles and buttercream. Protests, protests everywhere.
A mosaic window. Endless subway tunnels of humanity. A marathon wheelchair. Soviet Backscatter X-Ray technology reveals knotted balloons of nostalgia swallowed to pass through customs. They have burst.
Sandburg sends the hog butchers packing to the suburbs in a flight of granite steps. They take the blue line.
Poverty is the Italian beef of angry foam-board. The buoy bells they ring for me.
Ceres blesses the towering corn cobs along the uphill river. The Sears Tower follows the Tao to the tune of blues harmonica.
Three reenact the past propped on elbows over sprinkles and buttercream. Protests, protests everywhere.
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