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Man With A Gun
There is a horror implicit in the stick-figure, “Man with a Gun,” from the hobo alphabet. Its triangle with outstretched arms hints at a fleein...
The Blue Wound
After the Civil War, a great many of the men honored for valor could not read or write. Less than half of Americans were actually literate. A ...
Star for a Red Bird
Last year I made a number of ‘Star’ pieces. They were the coda to a body of work I’d made about the great Indian warrior Crazy Horse. Id always ...
The Bruised Village
I live in Ukrainian village in Chicago. A great many of my neighbors don’t even speak English. They like being among themselves. They are susp...
The Red Rain
I just finished my run of performances of This Train. It was fun to be back on a stage again and also edifying to learn more about the hobo alph...
The King of August
He rode over ConnecticutIn a glass coach.Once, a fear pierced him,In that he mistookThe shadow of his equipageFor blackbirds.
—Thirteen Ways of L...
The Devil’s Scarecrow
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,Listening to others, considering well what they say,Pausing, searching, receiving, contempla...
The Healer
In a conversation I had years ago with the late, great bluesman John Lee Hooker, I asked him about his song, The Healer. He cocked his head an...
A No. 1
“Chicago is the greatest railway center in the United States. No one knows these facts better than the hobo. It is a fact that trains from all poi...
The Penny Poker Bird
“Never play cards with a man named Doc, never eat at a place called “Mom’s”, and never sleep with a woman who is in more trouble than you are.”
—...
The Crying Map
In the exqiusite Pulitzer Prize-winning novel Ironweed, author William Kennedy introduces us to Francis Phelan, former star pitcher, and now-dis...
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