A man rides a bicycle in the rain during a street car strike in Chicago, c. 1915. Photograph from the Chicago Daily News.
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Traffic in Le Marais
The Chicago Day Book erroneously reports that the Titanic did not sink and all aboard survived, c.April 15, 1912, Chicago.
Taking a break from paper writing to indulge in nostalgia.
I’m spending my morning with some coffee and the Smiths, but I’d much rather be spending it at a café on Rue Lépic in Montmartre with these guys.
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after - The Man Watching, Rilke
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can’t bear without a friend,
I can’t love without a sister
The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.
What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights us is so great!
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.
When we win it’s with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestler’s sinews
grew long like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.
Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.
An illegal shot in the Uffizi gallery.
Shenanigans on Aug 25, 1921 in Porter County:
WEDDING OF WHEELER YOUNG PEOPLE IS DENIED An item published in the Vidette of Tuesday regarding the marriage of Miss Doretha F. Wheeler and Harold Crisman, both of Wheeler, is denied by relatives of the couple. A young man handed in the notice of the wedding to this office and it was believed by the news department to be reliable. However, from the relatives we gather the information that the published statement was nothing more than a joke, which, according to the dictates of common sense, is far too serious a matter to include in the list of harmless pranks.
