Wednesday, November 23, 2005

In which I abandon the windy city for the winter

Well, some part of winter. I am off today on a 5-week trip to India. Will be back after New Years. As regular readers of this and the Bride blog no doubt know, I will be going around the country getting married. A wedding and reception in Kerala, followed by a reception in Calcutta followed by a reception in Bombay will keep me busy for the next month. Needless to say, the Bride blog will be updated more regularly with all gory wedding details.

Here's my favorite Sandburg poem to keep you entertained while I am gone. On Chicago ofcourse. What else will it be?

Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it
is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to
kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the
faces of women and children I have seen the marks
of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who
sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer
and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing
so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on
job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
little soft cities;

Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning
as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with
white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young
man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has
never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse.
and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

4 comments:

Ash said...

Oh my god, so many months following both blogs, and I just realised that you are the bride ! Sheesh, I feel so stupid now :P

Anyway, enjoy the festivities :)

Anand said...

Have a nice trip. And, all the best!

catty said...

so is bill falstaff?

Veena said...

Ash - Yeah, I really wish they were separate people too!

Anand - Thanks.

Catty - What? You think someone will agree to marry Falstaff? Have you actually seen this guy? Neither have I, to tell you the truth. :)