Sunday, March 1, 2009

old el dreams

"...where the flickering warning lamps burned, along the El's long boundaries, like vigil lamps guarding the constant boundaries of night...Till darkness brought her sleep again...switching her onto a nowhere train that curved and descended, softly and endlessly, out upon the vast roundhouse of old El dreams."

(Words) Nelson Algren -- The Man with The Golden Arm
(Art) John Sloan -- Six O'Clock, Winter