In the late 1800’s a man who would put poetry on the map in this special midwest town was born. Carl Sandburg spent much of his life in and around Chicago. While he was an eighth grade drop out, he would make a name for himself as a reporter for the Chicago Daily News. Much of his poetry explored the Chicago that Sandburg knew. And if you’ve been to Chi-town when the air is thick and cool you will know it by its:
The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city
on silent haunches and then moves on.
It’s the windy city. It’s “My kinda town, Chicago.” A city famous for many things: Al Capone, Second City, skyscrapers, a playboy mansion, Marshall Field’s and poetry. Indeed, poetry is alive and thriving in Chicago. Poetry is found in an array of venues from The Newberry Library, Harold Washington Library, Columbia College or the Art Institute.
Waiting for the Bus located by the Damien Avenue Blue Line Bus Stop is a poetry collective offering workshops and opportunities to hone your craft.
Come sit awhile at The Cafe in upscale Lincoln Park where a weekly poetry connection is served up with your cup of coffee and share in the fun with a poetry wheel.
Not afraid to take to the stage? The Tall Grass Writers Guild hosts its monthly meetings at the Bourgeois Pig Cafe where the Open Mike format may be just what you are looking for.
Seeking something out of the ordinary? The Next Objectivists meet at the Mess Hall in Rogers Park for an evening of exploration of “outside the self” poetry.
So many options are available in Chicago to feed the poetic wandering soul in each of us if you can just get your head out of the fog.