For the larger than life heroes throughout human history who have thought differently, fought tirelessly, and worked honestly to achieve their goals, and change what it means to be human.
I first encountered Carl Sandburg's work my sophomore year in high school- we had a Chicago unit in my English class, and his poem "Chicago" kicked off our series of lectures on skyscrapers. I liked it, but i forgot about it. I encountered him a second time during a really difficult time, my second semester of college. I was listening to Sufjans Stevens' Illinois album, and Sandburg was prominently mentioned in my favorite song on the album at the time, Come on, Feel the Illinois. I took a much greater interest in him now, and his poetry along with Sufjan's music allowed me to see great beauty and be grateful for a state and city I was, regrettably, starting to hate. I loved his poems "Chicago", "Theme in Yellow", and "Fog". They had a really simple quality. A lot of poetry tries to be clever. Carl Sandburg is very straightforward, he paints a picture for you, then opens your eyes to a little peculiarity of the world. "Chicago", his most famous work, is a titan. That poem would make me bark like a dog. I went to the Indiana Dunes camping with my dad that spring. It was so cold, we shouldn't have been out there. I learned that Sandburg himself often left the noisy city to connect with nature at the Dunes. I started to understand the man a little better, and relate to him.
I encountered Sandburg yet again, when I took a Chicago literature class for a requirement, and I had to buy a copy of Chicago Poems. Every poem blew me away. They were like jokes, setting up an expectation then forcing you to re-examine your perspective. I got a lot out of his poems "Mags", " Dynamiter", and "Happiness". I learned about his work as an anti-capitalist reporter, his effort to record and preserve Black folk music. He was the first poet-laureat of the United States. He was a Swedish immigrant, and in a lot of ways he reminds me of my grandpa. He is extremely humble, hardworking, honest, committed to justice, a lover of the arts, and does not take himself too seriously. It's that Old Swedish sense of humor.
Bret Hart was a professional wrestler from the mid 80s until the late 90s. He came from a family dedicated to wrestling, and I believe he understood the art like nobody else at his time. Professional wrestling, as many know, is a scripted performance. Bret was a guy who could make it look completely real- and here's the thing. In his almost 20 year career, Bret never actually hurt anybody. Wrestling is choreographed, but a slap is a slap, and getting suplexed is getting suplexed. You know what I mean?