Different Slants

Seeing the World from a New Angle

Grampa So Loved his Lemon Tree…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 9:18 am on Friday, June 4, 2021

By Robert M. Katzman © June 4, 2021

Grampa Warman sure loved trees

I watched him as a child

On the South Side of Chicago

Come to my house

Dragging tree after tree after tree

Behind him, with his strong hands

Dig wide deep holes

Then plant them

Pear, Apple, Plum

And water them

Then stand back 

Look at them

And smile


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What About the Olive people?…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 6:51 am on Saturday, May 8, 2021

By Robert M. Katzman © May 8, 2021


Who decides which of the colors 

Are in the “rainbow” of humans?

Where is the Committee of Shades?

A shady group if ever there was one

How can so many billions of persons

Be of so few tints of flesh?

When did our Politicians

Become Chagall, Monet and Van Gogh?

There is a reason a word

Such as ‘ridiculous’ exists


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When We are Seventy and You are Forty

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 6:24 am on Friday, April 16, 2021

by Robert M. Katzman © August 6, 1993 


To Rachel Jennifer, at Thirteen

When we are seventy and you are forty:

It won’t matter if you

Ever repaired that explosion

You called your room

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Celia of Steel… A Grandson’s Eulogy

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 4:38 pm on Thursday, April 8, 2021

By Robert M. Katzman © September 1997

Better tell God she’s coming

Her Granite Heart is still

After ninety-six years

So far from across the sea


Better tell God:

Celia of Steel

Is coming

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When “Time After Time” Came Late…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 6:39 am on Sunday, April 4, 2021

Almost exactly forty-six years ago,

I met this amazing woman named

Joyce Esther Bishop.

I proposed to her at Midnight December 31, 1977

Telling her I loved her and

Would she marry me?

Joyce said Yes


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Steel Spikes: Chicago South Sider in Exile…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 5:37 am on Wednesday, March 24, 2021

by Robert M. Katzman © March 11, 2021

When I come south to visit Downtown Chicago, it strikes me as a forest of tall, boxy glass buildings, indistinguishable from each other. To this South Sider now in exile, they seem like angry steel spikes piercing the sky, an assault on architecture. A forest I’ve been lost in.

The Downtown I knew intimately when I owned (1977-1984) the once essential/now obliterated, famously illegal, 24-foot wide, 8-foot deep wooden newsstand at Randolph and Michigan at the entrance to the steps of the underground Illinois Central Train Station, today is to me unrecognizable. Beautiful buildings like the old Library were once quite visible. The regal 1852 Marshall Field’s Department Store, a magnificent landmark was still open, then. 

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