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Sunday, 12 August 2012

Tomorrow Maybe (Waning Moon)


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 Illinois Central Railroad freight cars in South Water Street freight terminal, Chicago, Illinois, with Pabst Blue Ribbon neon sign: photo by Jack Delano, April 1943 (Farm Security Administration.Office of War Information Collection, Library of Congress)




One more Saturday night
a neon sky
foaming with great hops
clear pale gold
fizzing
inside a huge vacuous
gas bubble





Pabst Blue Ribbon Ghost Sign, Rockford, Illinois: photo by Melissa Bevins, 9 January 2011

Image, Source: intermediary roll film
   
Cowboy drinking a bottle of beer in booth of beer parlor, Alpine, Texas: photo by Russell Lee, May 1939 (Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Collection, Library of Congress)


Pabst Blue Ribbon sign, Cottleville, Missouri: photo by Caveman Chuck Coker, 27 May 2010
 
Image, Source: digital file from intermediary roll film

Cowboy drinking beer in beer parlor, Alpine, Texas: photo by Russell Lee, May 1939 (Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Collection, Library of Congress)

7 comments:

TC said...

And what's more, they tell me I was born under that sign. (The one on top, that is.)

STEPHEN RATCLIFFE said...

Tom,

From the glory days of the sign in Jack Delano's photo to almost forgotten in Melissa Bevins Ghost Sign, Whatever Happened to Baby Pabst?

8.12

grey whiteness of fog against invisible
ridge, jay calling from shadowed branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

motion between bodies, this
system of coordinates

therefore extension of type,
first B, the second A

grey white of fog reflected in channel,
pelican flapping across toward horizon

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

This wasn't such a bad sign, was it?
With so many blue-ribbon poems out there refreshing us, I'd say it was rather auspicious.

aditya said...

emptying beer bottle/ waning moon/waiting

Tomorrow Maybe

mountain behind mountain behind mountain
fading ..
the cry of a cuckoo

Susan Kay Anderson said...

That's how the rich relax
isn't it? The golden brew
fizzy tickling the nose
after a day of backbreaking
labor the body
thirsty the mind
numb with pain
questions blackouts
drymouth liquid

Susan Kay Anderson said...

I'm so glad about the blue ribbon
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edward ainsworth said...

Born under a Pabst Sign

Yeah, me too.