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The Windy City blew my mind
Aug. 22nd, 2004 08:12 pmI'm back!
And my dream about the Windy City was true. It's larger than life, homely like warm pie crust in October, it casts a platonian (not platonic!) shadow of gigantic gargoyle covered sky scrapers climbed by supernatural creatures with razor sharp minds, the puddles in dark alleyways reflect lonesome windows in seedy apartments with a single light bulb burning over a brilliant poet and a bottle of scotch.
In a parallel universe I would roam the 53 miles of sewer-tunnels (!) in search of the secrets to immortality.
On romantic overload, who me?
But my words are true, as you shall all soon witness, because I'll post links to my soon to come photo album on photo bucket.
Me and the geek stayed with Lish, and it was a great delight to see her again. We shared flat with her two cats as well, Dante and Misha, great minds in furry bodies, constantly entertaining and finding new ways of getting to the food.
Four glorious cat-hair coated days, exposing some of the best and worst weather I've seen this summer. Me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seamusd did our best to avoid each other in our efforts to meet - and that was the only sad part, but I'll be back and then I'll corner him and force feed him with my poems lovely persona.
One highlight was the poetryslam at Al Capone's old club The Green Mill. Not because of the mind blowing poetry - although there were a few good ones, but because of the atmosphere, and because the whole concept of slamming is fun.
I had a poem of my own coming out of that experience, it's about a certain type of male dork's view on womankind. I am working hard not to make it condescending, and I'm failing.
Sometimes I think I'm a fucking genius and can see through everyone...it's so easy. And then I fall into the pit - a starved alien among the fat hordes of humanity, with no clue about anything.
Who needs drugs with mind-swings like that...I just need poetry, be it good or bad.
We visited Peoria for a few days as well, meeting the geeks parents, me for the first time. I liked them a lot...but it's no wonder they are divorced since ages. They however remain the only two people I know who married, divorced and then re-married and re-divorced.
From where I come that belongs to Elisabeth Taylor and Richard Burton.
The passed week gives me a blur of delicious Chicago pizza, summer night blues tones, street lights on the windows of empty ware houses, a tall ship on the big lake, whales and sea lions, architecture - glorious architecture and so much more.
I shall write comments to my pictures, that will tell more than any diffuse post of mine.
Photo albums coming up in the following week. Promise.
And my dream about the Windy City was true. It's larger than life, homely like warm pie crust in October, it casts a platonian (not platonic!) shadow of gigantic gargoyle covered sky scrapers climbed by supernatural creatures with razor sharp minds, the puddles in dark alleyways reflect lonesome windows in seedy apartments with a single light bulb burning over a brilliant poet and a bottle of scotch.
In a parallel universe I would roam the 53 miles of sewer-tunnels (!) in search of the secrets to immortality.
On romantic overload, who me?
But my words are true, as you shall all soon witness, because I'll post links to my soon to come photo album on photo bucket.
Me and the geek stayed with Lish, and it was a great delight to see her again. We shared flat with her two cats as well, Dante and Misha, great minds in furry bodies, constantly entertaining and finding new ways of getting to the food.
Four glorious cat-hair coated days, exposing some of the best and worst weather I've seen this summer. Me and
seamusd did our best to avoid each other in our efforts to meet - and that was the only sad part, but I'll be back and then I'll corner him and force feed him with my One highlight was the poetryslam at Al Capone's old club The Green Mill. Not because of the mind blowing poetry - although there were a few good ones, but because of the atmosphere, and because the whole concept of slamming is fun.
I had a poem of my own coming out of that experience, it's about a certain type of male dork's view on womankind. I am working hard not to make it condescending, and I'm failing.
Sometimes I think I'm a fucking genius and can see through everyone...it's so easy. And then I fall into the pit - a starved alien among the fat hordes of humanity, with no clue about anything.
Who needs drugs with mind-swings like that...I just need poetry, be it good or bad.
We visited Peoria for a few days as well, meeting the geeks parents, me for the first time. I liked them a lot...but it's no wonder they are divorced since ages. They however remain the only two people I know who married, divorced and then re-married and re-divorced.
From where I come that belongs to Elisabeth Taylor and Richard Burton.
The passed week gives me a blur of delicious Chicago pizza, summer night blues tones, street lights on the windows of empty ware houses, a tall ship on the big lake, whales and sea lions, architecture - glorious architecture and so much more.
I shall write comments to my pictures, that will tell more than any diffuse post of mine.
Photo albums coming up in the following week. Promise.
