Carl Sandburg and Downtowns
It is the birthday of the poet and Lincoln biographer Carl Sandburg born January 6, 1878 in Galesburg, Illinois.
Twice winner of the Pulitzer - The War Years about Lincoln's presidency won the award in 1940 and his Complete Poems won in 1951 - Sandburg is often dismissed today as too much the sentimentalist. Perhaps that is why I like him very much.
I thought of Sandburg's poems about Chicago and Omaha and other cities this morning while absorbing the news that downtown economic mainstays - big Macy's department stores - in Missoula and Boise are soon to close. As Idaho Statesman reporter Tim Woodward noted, the Boise store was a fixture in the heart of Idaho's Capitol City for decades; a meeting place, a lunchtime destination. Such icons are hard - impossible perhaps - to replace.
Boise once had five downtown department stores. Now it will have none. Boise and Missoula are still among the most attractive downtowns in the west, but big, old time department stores are magnets for people and help support other small merchants and one hates to see them close and you wonder what can possibly fill the void.
But, back to Sandburg.
The editor of a recent collection of Sandburg's poetry, Paul Berman, told NPR a while back that the writer was inspired by cities: "His genius, his inspiration in [the Chicago] poem and some others, was to look around the streets, at the billboards and the advertising slogans, and see in those things a language," Berman says. "And he was able to figure out that this language itself contained poetry."
There is poetry in great cities and, yes, a yearning for the variety and uniqueness of downtowns where people gather, things happen and the look and culture is much different - and vastly more interesting - than a strip mall or suburban shopping destination surrounded by acres of parking.
In one of my favorite Sandburg poems - Limited - the narrator is headed to a city, or at least a final destination.
I am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air
go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men
and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall
pass to ashes.)
I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he
answers: "Omaha."
Read some Sandburg. This is a great site to sample some of his enduring work.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
The Poetry of Cities
Carl Sandburg and Downtowns
It is the birthday of the poet and Lincoln biographer Carl Sandburg born January 6, 1878 in Galesburg, Illinois.
Twice winner of the Pulitzer - The War Years about Lincoln's presidency won the award in 1940 and his Complete Poems won in 1951 - Sandburg is often dismissed today as too much the sentimentalist. Perhaps that is why I like him very much.
I thought of Sandburg's poems about Chicago and Omaha and other cities this morning while absorbing the news that downtown economic mainstays - big Macy's department stores - in Missoula and Boise are soon to close. As Idaho Statesman reporter Tim Woodward noted, the Boise store was a fixture in the heart of Idaho's Capitol City for decades; a meeting place, a lunchtime destination. Such icons are hard - impossible perhaps - to replace.
Boise once had five downtown department stores. Now it will have none. Boise and Missoula are still among the most attractive downtowns in the west, but big, old time department stores are magnets for people and help support other small merchants and one hates to see them close and you wonder what can possibly fill the void.
But, back to Sandburg.
The editor of a recent collection of Sandburg's poetry, Paul Berman, told NPR a while back that the writer was inspired by cities: "His genius, his inspiration in [the Chicago] poem and some others, was to look around the streets, at the billboards and the advertising slogans, and see in those things a language," Berman says. "And he was able to figure out that this language itself contained poetry."
There is poetry in great cities and, yes, a yearning for the variety and uniqueness of downtowns where people gather, things happen and the look and culture is much different - and vastly more interesting - than a strip mall or suburban shopping destination surrounded by acres of parking.
In one of my favorite Sandburg poems - Limited - the narrator is headed to a city, or at least a final destination.
I am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air
go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men
and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall
pass to ashes.)
I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he
answers: "Omaha."
Read some Sandburg. This is a great site to sample some of his enduring work.
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