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Pittsburgh is undoubtedly the cockeyedest city in the United States. Physically, it is absolutely irrational. It must have been laid out by a mountain goat…And then the steps — oh, Lord, the steps!” –Syndicated Columnist Ernie Pyle, 1937 (as qtd. in “Steps of Pittsburgh”)

“Long stairway in mill district of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.” 1940 Medium-​format nitrate negative by Jack Delano for the FSA.

While a first step is a developmental milestone, taking the steps was a childhood rite of passage in my neighborhood. Growing up in Carnegie’s Roslyn Heights, there were three sets of public stairs that could get pedestrians off the hill, the scariest being those that stretched over railroad tracks with big spaces gaping between each wooden slat. I get height fright just thinking about them though they’ve been torn down for years. And while Pittsburgh is celebrated for a steel-​making past, winning sports teams and numerous bridges, its abundant and historic public steps have often flown under the radar.

In his 2004 book, “The Steps of Pittsburgh: Portrait of a City,” author Bob Regan makes the case that our “stairways at large” should be another source of pride. With neighborhood enclaves built into the hilly topography where miners and mill-​working immigrants settled in the 19th century, public steps became a necessity for travel into the city. Pictures of the Indian Trail steps that once led to the top of Mt. Washington look breathtaking but must’ve been exhausting for workers after a long shift. Today, according to Regan, the city of Pittsburgh has 712 public stairways totaling 44,645 steps. When tallied in full, they span 24,108 vertical feet, or over four miles in height, higher than Mt. Aconcagua in Argentina, the tallest mountain in the Western Hemisphere.

And while those numbers are impressive, it’s important to consider how steps all over the world have brought communities together and allowed for exercise and commerce, while granting walkers stunning vistas. Locally, they’ve also inspired public art, such as the Oakley Street Steps Mosaic, and Steppin Stanzas, a grassroots poetry project celebrating Pittsburgh public steps and the city’s heritage, diversity, and distinctive geography. Steppin Stanzas launched its project by performing poetry, music, and dance along the South Side Slope Neighborhood Association’s Annual Pittsburgh StepTrek route. Co-​Founded by Resident Artists Paola Corso, a poet and literary activist, and Andrew Edwards, a multi-​lingual poet, Steppin Stanzas has created original poems inspired by city steps. They were performed with Sahra DeRoy, a belly dance artist, and guitarist Aaron LeFebvre along the South Side Slopes Neighborhood Association’s 16th Annual Pittsburgh StepTrek route.

With the city only budgeting $200,000 a year for upkeep, it’s important to recognize the work being done by volunteers such as the South Side Slopes Neighborhood Organization. Using a Sprout Fund Seed Grant to help launch the project in 2016, Steppin Stanzas events take place on city steps to offer a new way for residents to experience the landscape of their neighborhood and bring art to a venue that few other cities can offer.

It’s in this vein which PQ Poem presents three poems by Paola Corso, also an award-​winning author of prose who has found poetic inspiration in not only Pittsburgh’s steps but in others around the world. This feature-​length installment of PQ Poem seeks to highlight some of Corso’s work, using photos and poetry’s ability to evoke emotional connections in readers through the seemingly quirky or mundane features of our surroundings that often are taken for granted. It also might give us pause to consider the artistry, engineering and hard work that went into the construction of something that often gets neglected or overlooked. –Fred Shaw, Editor PQ Poem


Indian Trail Steps, Duquesne Heights, 1911, Pittsburgh City Photographer Collection

Indian Trail Steps, Duquesne Heights, 1911, Pittsburgh City Photographer Collection

The Florli Stairs, Lysefjord, Norway

The Florli Stairs, Lysefjord, Norway

Journey Down

The Florli Stairs, Lysefjord, Norway

Thousands of wooden steps
run alongside a steel pipe
up to an abandoned power plant
on a mountain so steep they say

when children played outdoors
they were tied to a tree
so they wouldn’t tumble down
thousands of feet into the sea below,

a mountain so steep
that that legend has it
an old man once left
his deathbed in a small village

at the top of the mountain
and walked down to die
so no one would have to carry
his body down the precarious slope.

These steps where I stand,
a forest of ferns tickling
my ankles, my fingertips
running across the pipe’s

oval of shiny rivets. And I see
a bushy tail darting through woods.
What do I feel with my bare skin
that the furry creature cannot?

And the old man who made his final
journey down the mountain to die,
what must he have felt that I cannot?
The pain in his selfless bones,

lifted, freed, ascending


The Spanish Steps, Rome, Italy

The Spanish Steps, Rome, Italy

In A Moment

The Spanish Steps, Rome, Italy

Didn’t we stand there once
in the Eternal City, the steps

connecting the piazza at the top
with the one at the base?

A fountain and a wish below.
A church and a prayer above.

Didn’t you gaze into twin bell towers
and pray for good health

after you saw John Keats’ name
on a house beside the steps

where the poet lived, where
he died at the age of 25?

And didn’t I see the fountain
shaped like a half-​sunken ship

with water overflowing its bows,
toss my coin, make a wish to be

Audrey Hepburn on Roman Holiday
riding a Vespa with Gregory Peck

to the steps, licking a scoop of gelato?
And was that not our moment

of innocence & experience,
inseparable as they are, as we were

climbing those stairs, climbing
in both directions?


Mission Street Steps, South Side Slopes, Pittsburgh

Mission Street Steps, South Side Slopes, Pittsburgh

Sweaty Day’s Work

Mission Street Steps, South Side Slopes, Pittsburgh

for Joe Balaban, South Side Slopes Neighborhood Association

My neighbor — he leaves Baltimore flats for Pittsburgh hills and climbs his first set of stairs on Mission Street. Says he doesn’t get all the way up but high enough to be an Alice in Wonderland ducking under trees and finding a row of identical company houses from the old mine.

He’s high alright

like a crow peering out of its nest to see where three rivers meet & bridges line up, where steps

scale the hills

every which way.

In his own backyard’s a pair

near the garden I seen him dig up. His shovel hits brick. He scrapes off the dirt. Each has a company stamp from the factory that used to operate on the slope. He figures bricks are the foundation for the stairs in his backyard until one day he’s tending the garden and the steps collapse.

He put down his hoe and walks over. Instead of a pile bricks, he sees just what the steps are filled with where they buckled under:

a heap of Pabst Blue Ribbon bottles.

Now he’s got this “Geez, oh man, what the…. You gotta be kidding me” look on his face, so I walk over to him and explain something since he’s new in town.

Joe,” I says to him, “Joe. Let me tell you a little something about Pittsburghers — from Iron City mill Hunks when steel was big to the micro-​brewing hipsters: They may damn well run out of bricks on a sweaty day’s job, but they will never, not in your life, ever, run out of beer.”


Steppin

By Paola Corso

Grow up in Pittsburgh — pay no mind to city steps. Leave Pittsburgh — forget they were there. Live in New York — think flat. Not climb. Return to Pittsburgh — hundreds of them!

Steps grounded me. While I was making the adjustment back after 20 years, no way could I picture myself in NYC.

Steps consoled me. Pittsburgh’s got what New York hasn’t got.

And they inspired me. I was a writer in search of a new life, a new muse. I wrote about Pittsburgh rivers in a novel-​in-​stories and the politics of water for an anthology I co-​edited. I wrote about Pittsburgh air and industrial pollution in my poetry books, “Once I Was Told the Air Was Not for Breathing” and “The Laundress Catches Her Breath.”

Now my stanzas are steppin with Pittsburgh’s “horizontal meets vertical.” Wooden steps. Cement steps. Steps my grandfather, who was a stone mason from Sicily, built with concrete fists.

Metaphorical steps like the crystal ones life ain’t in the Langston Hughes poem “Mother to Son.”

I’m climbing, talking to people, listening to stories, interpreting photos, and writing about steps here and around the world — in Norway, India and Italy, the Ukraine, China, Ecuador, and more.

Now I know one step really does lead to another.


Paola Corso

Paola Corso is the author of fiction and poetry books set in her native Pittsburgh where her Italian immigrant family found work in the steel mills. Her most recent book is “The Laundress Catches Her Breath,” winner of the Tillie Olsen Award for Creative Writing. Writing honors include a New York Foundation for the Arts poetry fellowship, the Sherwood Anderson Fiction Award, and inclusion on Pennsylvania Center for the Book’s Literary and Cultural Map. Currently, she is completing “Steppin,” a collection of step poems and performing them with Steppin Stanzas, a grassroots poetry project celebrating city steps she co-​founded with poet Andrew Edwards. With the help of a Sprout Fund grant, Steppin Stanzas launched at the South Side Slopes Neighborhood Association’s 16th Annual Pittsburgh StepTrek. More info at www​.pao​la​corso​.com/​s​t​e​p​p​i​n​s​t​a​n​z​a​s​.​h​t​m.

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