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Because I was not sure if the poet had said yearn or urine, I zoomed in on her mouth as she commanded the lectern...
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Marcel Proust had never been to a big-box store before. He was dazzled by the sheer size and scope of the store and the seeming impassivity of the shoppers. So many products, so many shelves, such strangely intriguing examples of the human condition. The people seemed…
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In the dark
I see the moon
blast off
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Such is the duality of small towns: the hope; the smallness.
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There is coffee to the right and whiskey to the left.
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["And you can tear a building down ... but you can't replace ... the MEMORIES ... "]
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Feelings can't be measured, can't be weighed, can't be evaluated. I imagine invisible wings flitting inside us close to our heart like butterflies on flowers. Unpalpable, elusive, colourless lace. I'd like to be able to touch them, see if they're hot or cold. Perhaps…
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now, you'll create sorrow. This typeof rain only exists in itsown country. Your invitationmust dissolve in your own hand. Likean hourglass, made from a certainkind of light, it will guide you home,if you let it. Leaving at yourdoorstep, remember, this poemis about a poem…
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Rumors stranger than usual were circulating in Moskva. Naturally, they could not be confirmed, but they were making the rounds so thickly that they began spilling out of the capital.
“Putin has become a superman!”
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(Later the police escort the students out, directing them to keep their hands in the air, as they file out into the parking lot. They wrap Mrs. Smedley in a blanket as she stares out blankly in shock. "How is Linda? Is Linda alright?" she asks the EMT.)
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