1948 1 0
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I've been invited to speak at Emerson College in Boston—it will be the summer of 2012, and I'll be speaking on running an online literary magazine; in this case, my own, Anderbo.com.
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1948 4 2
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The stern tone of the chairwoman made him miss his mother, the snap of her accusations, the sting of her belt on the backs of his legs.
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1948 2 0
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Her mother told her once: "Don't be no whore, Fe-fe."
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1948 0 0
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There’s an old journalism adage, usually uttered by editors who haven’t had their butts out of a comfy leather newsroom chair in years, which goes: “You know… the news just doesn’t walk in the door.” ... But sometimes, it does.
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1948 8 6
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"Love, against the dying of the light." (An unusual story about George Whitman, former owner of the revered & beloved Shakespeare & Company bookstore in Paris, France.)
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1947 4 2
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I know I know how many times you want me to tell you I’m sorry, okay?
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1947 2 0
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A Vicious Deer
The man came across the hall to talk to us.
He was buying some paintings.
He had a white deer on a leash.
Fosca (our Malamute) said: “That's a vicious deer.”
She kept putting her paw on its shoulder.
I said: “You bet
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1947 23 16
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They will take you, naked,
and put their tongues and fingers
into intimate, erogenous openings
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1947 7 6
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She realised that things you can't prove can be more intimate than the things you know to be true.
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1947 6 3
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I am at a wedding with a new girlfriend. The bride is her old college roommate. I don't really know anyone else here. The wedding is being held at a huge estate, located on the edge of enormous cliffs that overlook the ocean. Despite the danger of this precarious…
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1946 6 3
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Oh, also, had no idea what the whole visit to the Kingdom of the Dead was getting at. Interesting, but seems unrelated to the larger story. I'd cut it. Remember — this is a story about one man's attempt to get home. Stay focused on that.
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1946 9 1
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Stupid's rising up, I see. Melting all the intellect. I before E, except after C, but that's not how the alphabet goes.
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1946 17 11
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There were only two students in the sculpture class: an 86 year-old Jewish woman and myself.
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1946 0 0
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It seems every time we get together, Seiko is there. She just started working in Keiko's department and now they're always together. I think Keiko feels responsible for Seiko. Like if Seiko's not getting any, it's bad manners for Keiko to do it.
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1946 0 0
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He had forgotten what the culture was like in certain parts of the city. At the
lower end of Second Avenue, there lived an amalgam rare anywhere in the
world, save other pockets of Manhattan. Punks, hippies, gays, the homeless, and
artists of all strip
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1946 12 9
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the Great Way itself is very smooth and straight,/but folks take to the challenge of rough, wild roads.
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1946 0 0
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2 sticks soft (like your heart) butter...
... 1 cup crushed (like you) walnuts...
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1946 8 7
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Don't sleep. Tiny orange Balloons like seahorses are bobbing This way and that trying To get your hair to lift Off its marvelously mud- Swamped and pillowy support beams, blue sea strand by green. Don't you want to see…
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1946 19 11
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1946 2 2
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Wee-wee-sweet-pea me? I live, I weep, a third of me passed in sleep, start a scene or two, play and dance the fool, …
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1946 3 3
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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1945 1 1
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What? No, no, where did my world go? I was in the middle of… something. What's going on? What's stroking my face?
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1945 2 1
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Enter Tipitina’s – the rotation hole
where electric, shoeless uncles
allocate their copper goulashes
to catch white dripwater.
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1945 6 6
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She sang will you still need me
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1945 1 1
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"Ah, finally the rain stopped pouring!" She opens the window to let the sticky air out of the house. The colours outside have changed. The air is clear and the sky turns into light pink while the sun is drowning at the horizon. She takes a deep breath. The…
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1945 1 0
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"People just weren't getting it," he continued, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and hiccuping mildly. "It looks like it's time to UP the ANTE!"
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1944 7 3
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He had an addiction to elevating himself to higher levels of potential: some would call this ambition.
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1944 1 0
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Inside my high-rise studio apartment there are only three locations where Crane Man can't see me. The bathroom is one—although he watches me go in and he watches me come out. Crane Man does a lot of watching. Sometimes it seems he spends more time looking…
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1944 0 0
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Jack thinks I should carry a loaded gun in my purse.
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1944 6 2
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The question posed a voluptuous riddle. Were these frenzied silhouettes
gestures of Jackson Pollock’s dribble?
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