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Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
The north! the north! from out the north What founts of light are breaking forth, And streaming up these evening skies, A glorious wonder to our eyes!
The countryside they
Louisiana, the state road maintenance forgot.
AS WE DRIVE BACK into Portland,
California is a place in which a boom mentality and a sense of Chekhovian loss meet in uneasy suspension; in which the mind is troubled by some buried but ineradicable suspicion that things better work here, because here, beneath the immense bleached sky,is where we run out of continent.
The Midwest is such a tabula rasa.
Brodie Bruce:
I LOVE THE SMELL OF COMMERCE IN THE MORNING!
I have settled down in this border area; I am trying to find distinct standards of shape, and I long to experience, formulate, and evoke this dark, heavy, tranquillity.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
I'm looking California and feeling Minnesota.
Goldsboro, North Carolina.
We need a new ethic of place, one that has room for salmon and skyscrapers, suburbs and wilderness, Mount Rainier and the Space Needle, one grounded in history.
LINCKLAEN, JOHN. (Agent of the Holland Land Company.) Journals of Travels into Pennsylvania, New York and Vermont (1791-1792). Translated from French by Helen Lincklaen Fairchild. With biographical sketch and notes. New York, Putnams: 1897.
The Arctic has a call that is compelling. The distant mountains [of the Brooks Range in Alaska] make one want to go on and on over the next ridge and over the one beyond. The call is that of a wilderness known only to a few ... This last American wilderness must remain sacrosanct.
Gigantic, willful, young, Chicago sitteth at the northwest gates.
Let's run away."
"To where?"
"Alaska."
"What's in Alaska?"
"No clue," I whispered. "Find out with me.
New Brunswick. Shediac. Lobster Capital of the World.
Up there in my retreat, I feel the city calling to me. It winks at me with its myriad eyes, and I go out and get stiff as a board. I seek out companionship, and if I do not find friends, I make them. A wonderful, grand old Babylon.
I don't even know what street Canada is on.
I call Washington 'the city of the perishable.'
This man [Alexander von Humboldt] is as knowledgeable as a whole academy.
I have to go back home for a while." "Ohio?" "Omaha." "Right. Omaha. Why?
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
Fill'd with death, ya pens'll hang ya.
Thirty or forty years ago, in one those grey towns along the Burlington railroad which are so much greyer to-day than they were then, there was a house well know from Omaha to Denver for its hospitality and for a certain charm of atmosphere.
The inspiration for my work comes from areas spanning the stark regions of Newfoundland to the lush and fertile valleys of the South. The landscapes offer me form; the people I've met in these places give them color.
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
I split my time between Santa Barbara and Aspen. I live on a pretty fast horse.
Bellport. A podium.
Everywhere I go, I see incredible examples of communities that have a vision for transportation and how it will impact the quality of life, mobility, economics and opportunity.
Brooklyn, New York, and
But then, six months ago, my dad hauled me with him to this shaddy town in Alaska. Seward Peninsula, just below Arctic Circle? And then, middle of May - we flew to Fairbanks on a prop plane, and then we came here.
Mark Twain, the thinking man's Colonel Sanders, reputedly said, America is New York, New Orleans, and San Francisco. Everywhere else is Cleveland.
When people travel here from across the country, they shed jealousies and politics and prejudices. The mighty climb down. The humble are elevated.
The frontier I think makes brothers of us all
Bumble-fuck, Minnesota.
We as a people, as a state, and as a community, have too much promise, too much potential, and too much at stake to go any other way than forward. We are too strong in our hearts, too innovative in our minds, and too firm in our beliefs to retreat from our goals.
When I was growing up, I didn't know anything existed outside the borders of Buffalo.
From Washington, proverbially "the city of distances," through all its cities, states, and territories, it is a country of beginnings, of projects, of designs, and expectations.
We'd been living in the Arkansas Ozarks, then the Missouri Ozarks, because it is so inexpensive and does have natural wonders, but we shuffled things and moved to San Francisco, the corner of Dashiell Hammett and Pine.
Seattle's Hooverville Northwest of downtown, in the old Scandinavian neighborhood of Ballard, tugboats belching plumes of black smoke nosed long rafts of logs into the
I'm from the Midwest.
Your Life our your lupines!"
Dennis Moore
Washington is dangerously positioned between two Canadas, Canada Canada and California's Canada, Oregon.
Stock runnin' on the plains south of the Platte all the way
I'm from Oakland and San Francisco, so I feel like the Pacific Northwest starts there and goes north - so, it's home to me.
The City that knows how.
This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?
I have always had a love for American geography, and especially for the landscapes of the South. One of my pleasures has been to drive across it, with no one in the world knowing where I am, languidly absorbing the thoughts and memories of old moments, of people vanished now from my life.
America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.
I sit at my desk
each night with no place to go,
opening the wrinkled maps of Milwaukee and Buffalo,
the whole U.S.,
its cemeteries, its arbitrary time zones,
through routes like small veins, capitals like small stones.
They had journeyed halfway across the world, and had rattled across eleven US states, through wide-open plains and busy railroad junctions. They had grown accustomed to new sights and sounds but nothing could have prepared them for their arrival in America's greatest city.
On the Jellicoe road
I'm from Chicago. I think can handle the Valley.
The westward march has stopped, upon the final plains of the Pacific; and now the plot thickenswith the change, the pause, the settlement, our people draw into closer groups, stand face to face, to know each other and be known.
King Offa's dyke,
Adventure-seasoned and storm-buffeted,
I shun all signs of anchorage, because
The zest of life exceeds the bound of laws.
Thunder Point, Oregon, because
district: small,
A city whose living immediacy is so urgent that when I am in it I lose all sense of the past.
If anybody asks me where I'm from, my first inclination is to say, 'Washington,' because that's where I grew up meaningfully.
Welcome to Thistle Bend
Wildflower Capital of Colorado
It is said that many children who live in the central provinces, away from the ocean, have a great longing to see it. I who had never been away from the monotonous country surrounding us looked forward eagerly to seeing the mountains.
hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the
Milwaukee one of my favorite cites; I think Milwaukee is #1.
Afrikander cattle.
ARE YOU A SETTLER, DRIVER, OR REBEL?
India Lima Yankee
O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!
Brisbane is so sleepy, so slatternly, so sprawlingly unlovely ... It is simply the most ordinary place in the world ... It was so shabby and makeshift ... a place where poetry could never occur.
A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness.
I'm from all over the Northeast.
MOUNTAINS OF CALDWELL, NEW YORK, PRESENT DAY T
Thomasville, North Carolina. A
There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
America's last pioneers, urban nomads in search of wide open interior spaces
Atalanta in Calydon
New York is this cacophony - a collection of radical differences, an agreement of non sequiturs. The diversity and intensity are startling.
North-ish." A pause, and then: "Is that Terra for I'm lost-ish?
virtue of the American frontier and its allegedly salubrious
Where are the coconut trees bowing allegiance to the wind, the wide open spaces, the verdant green fields?
turnpike itself. Garraty
We gathered all the stock we could find, and made an attempt to move. We left many of our horses and cattle in Wallowa. We lost several hundred in crossing the river.
Sir: This point of observation commands an area nearly 50 miles in diameter. The city, with its girdle of encampments, presents a superb scene. I have pleasure in sending you this first dispatch ever telegraphed from an aerial station ...
How can you live in the Northeast?
As workers in Alaska built 800 miles of pipeline through wilderness all but uninhabited by humans, workers in Washington took up the challenge of pushing 100 miles of rapid transit through a long-settled region densely populated by lawyers.
Go West, young man.
New York, forever the port of em- and de-barkation en route to Adventure.
I have tender, romantic associations with upstate New York.
SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA REPUBLIC OF AMERICA
I can't escape being born in Pike County, Kentucky, grandson of a miner, Luther Tibbs, and his wife, Earlene, and traveling as a child up and down Route 23 between Kentucky and Columbus, Ohio, where I was raised, experiencing life via working-class people. Nor do I want to escape.
This is the city of dreamers and time and again it's the place where the greatest dream of all, the American dream, has been tested and has triumphed.
Baltimore, looking at a genetics textbook. Her
is where I am destined to live.
Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
There's something about this place, about Madison and Wisconsin and the Midwest, that's really comforting, ... Malcolm in the Middle.
Kansas City, that's like in Kansas, right?" I ask. "Missouri," Frank and Dad both correct.
I am proud to represent the capital of Kerala, a state that in so many ways is a trailblazer for India's progress, though in other respects it seems to have been left behind in the race for 21st century development.
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East or West crap.
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where ya from, it's where's your gat.