| it's ok... |
[Feb. 28th, 2008|01:15 am] |
...I'm with the band.
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| I spend a confusingly large amount of time thinking about this place... |
[Feb. 28th, 2008|01:16 am] |
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It has endless windows, arches 'til Tuesday, and it's a tall drink of water.
I think I will return as soon as the weather smiles my way.
Michigan Central Depot, from a late 2007 visit:
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| Detroit (rises up!) |
[Feb. 28th, 2008|01:37 pm] |
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| As long as the coal-veins burn, I cry, 'Centralia, Centralia', your population is eleven. |
[Feb. 28th, 2008|08:54 pm] |
I have seen Michigan burnt in a different way,
top-down.
The walk,
the depot,
the hobo,
the forest-
A Forest out of books, burned, some of them,
hundreds and hundreds of thousands,
you really have to see it (to believe it).
It was the Michigan school board's depot,
it was alarming, and walking into the place,
the floor above the paintings,
I let my eyes focus, then unfocus, then focus again.
my god my god.
We really have abandoned thee-
and then, rising above it I looked to the sun,
and there adjacent stood one I thought I knew,
my rock,
my corner stone.
The most profound, the most beautiful antiplaces I have seen.
In these beauties, on Hope: There it was, and there it was, missing. |
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