The Supreme Court building is “an ice box decorated by a mad upholsterer.” – Jill Lepore When the Prospect Church merged with the Cottage Street Church, they eventually named it Epworth-Euclid United Methodist, but everyone calls it “The Church of the Holy Oil Can.” And when a musician flew into town November 22, 1963 to solo with the Cleveland Orchestra, he landed at the airport and took the Rapid to what he said felt eerie, “The Terminal Tower” and exited smack into the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Monument —not New York’s, its planned Crown of Peace left off —not Pittsburgh’s Beaux Arts Building, largest in the world to military branches—not Boston’s, which includes poets (poets! including Poe!!)—but Cleveland’s Civil War Monument, a box and shaft, topped with the Goddess of Liberty. Recently, we have the Peter B. Lewis Building, Gehry’s foil roll coming out of its box too fast to wrap up anything, spilling out to the sidewalk, packaging students up into management programs.
Diane Kendig
Diane Kendig’s most recent poetry collections areWoman with a Fan: On Maria Blanchard,and Prison Terms, and she co-edited the anthologyIn the Company of Russell Atkins. Foreighteen years she directed a university creative writing program, including its prison program. Now back home in Canton, Ohio, Kendig lives in the house her father built with his own handswhen he returned from WWII. She curates “Read + Write: 30 Days of Poetry,” to 7,000subscribers for the Cuyahoga County Public Library, leads workshops and residencies, andwrites poems on demand for Cleveland Free Poetry.