Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Yesterday, before class, I went walking there—remembering the poems I'd write on Powelton street corners, images I stole from laundromats, the names that would rise up, out of kitchen windows, like the steam off of cobbed corn. The skies were gray, and I had an early student appointment, but for a long time I walked. At last responsibilities called and I headed off toward Penn. I stopped at this tile installation on the grounds of University City High School and read. It's worth reading, if you can.