Chicago

"Urbs in Horto"

Page last updated: September 2008

Chicago. The "City in a Garden," as the Latin motto states.  This website has been developed by a number of people living in the city. Although we vary in age, profession, and origin, we are all united by a common bond – we love Chicago.

Whether you're a visitor to Chicago, live around town, or just have some interest in the city, we believe there is something you will find in these pages that you will enjoy. Cheers!

Chicagoans Expressing Themselves:

Valuable Chicago Resources

For Chicago Baseball Fans:

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"Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders"

– excerpt from Chicago by Carl Sandburg

"Great Chicago glowed red before our eyes. We were suddenly on Madison Street among hordes of hobos, some of them sprawled out on the street with their feet on the curb, hundreds of others milling in the doorways of saloons and alleys..."

– excerpt from On the Road by Jack Kerouac

 

 

 

"Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
I am no prophet—and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid."

 

– Excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

(it's not related to Chicago, but it's a damn fine poem)

 

"It isn't hard to love a town for its greater and its lesser towers, its pleasant parks or its flashing ballet. Or for its broad and bending boulevards, where the continuous headlights follow, one dark driver after the next, one swift care after another, all night, all night and all night. But you never truly love it itll you can love its alleys too. Where the bright and morning faces of old familiar friends now wear the anxious midnight eyes of strangers a long way from home."

Exerpt from Nelson Algren's Chicago: City on the Make

Cool Chicago Entertainment Links:

 

Free Chicago Newspapers

Standard Chicago Links

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

 

– Excerpt from The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

(it's not related to Chicago, but it's a damn fine poem)

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