Blogging in Paris
The Chrysler building at dusk
SKYSCRAPER by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul.
Prairie and valley, streets of the city, pour people into it and they mingle among its twenty floors and are poured out again back to the streets, prairies and valleys.
It is the men and women, boys and girls so poured in and out all day that give the building a soul of dreams and thoughts and memories.
(Dumped in the sea or fixed in a desert, who would care for the building or speak its name or ask a policeman the way to it?)
Elevators slide on their cables and tubes catch letters and parcels and iron pipes carry gas and water in and sewage out.
Wires climb with secrets, carry light and carry words, and tell terrors and profits and loves — curses of men grappling plans of business and questions of women in plots of love. (…)
- Yes, I know, this beautiful poem was written about Chicago…
- More of my NewYork City photos here. I’m still uploading.
- You will probably think I am crazy, but I’ve just opened a new blog, called Mon Daily Quotidien. I will keep a daily journal there and probably experiment with stuff like videoblogs and podcasts and such.