1605 8 7
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It doesn't take a genius to figure how he sank, in the drink, like Jeff Buckley. Like a stone.
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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1605 0 0
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"One-upmanship" is a strategy for defeating an opponent somewhat unfairly without actually cheating.
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1605 19 8
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A proper study of human history should
lead the student to an inescapable desire
to commit suicide
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1605 7 5
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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1605 1 0
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I was shooting baskets in the driveway when the Mexican kid delivered the groceries. He drove in fast and loud . . .
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1605 0 0
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In order to be a catalyst for catharsis — which is just a fancy way of saying agent of change — you have to be willing to condition yourself into something partially inhuman. Only something on the very outskirts of humanity…
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1604 8 8
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It is the first day of summer, a blue-green afternoon, and we sit beneath the English oak, Quercus robur. Everything has at least two names. It is the first day of summer, or the last day of something else.
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1604 0 0
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I figure maybe I’m mostly alone; they are all running down staircases or falling down fire escapes, some of them naked, some of them with towels, mostly probably naked though.
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1604 8 6
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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1604 7 4
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I was just sitting in the corner, stirring my stories with a straw that sucked characters out of bars.
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1604 9 7
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awfully evil decisions upstairs in your head that could come back to haunt you in your later years;I'm here to report your zooming about hair isn't really one of them. You have found the infernal wheel works in all four directions at once. Good for you.…
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1604 5 3
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We sat in silence, the entire train, the few other passengers in anxious wait to see if I would change my mind. We all flipped pages, glanced up at each other, looked away when noticed.
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1604 4 1
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A heart which is alive despite everything in the world that wants to deaden it.
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1604 2 1
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You were gone, long gone, and I could no longer smell your scent as I walked through the empty house. I couldn't bring myself to unpack the boxes, and they lurked like a forest of overgrown drab Legos.
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1604 13 7
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Can we survive our Y chromosome?
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1604 11 8
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He liked to take pictures of her, and she liked to pose. It made her horny, she said.
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1603 9 5
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as distant lights
all must shiver
before joining in
a Milky Way river
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1603 2 0
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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1603 1 1
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Directions: Match the stanza to the Beat icon:
A. William S. Burroughs
B. Peter Orlovsky
C. Jack Kerouac
D. Carl Solomon
E. Allen Ginsberg
F. Neal Cassidy
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1603 16 10
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A figure left the building.
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1603 11 6
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A pinprick breaks the black/
and pins the spin of constellations/
around its still point.
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1603 3 2
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1603 6 5
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She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
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1603 8 7
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tumbling for you from afar as close-up. They will rewrite your dancing form like a proper magical spell on all their maddest days, using the branches of cherished trees dipped into the trapped wells of certain hosts of …
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1603 1 2
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An yet we are all inmates...
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1603 4 2
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How hard it is to pretend to be someone else. Alone, together, in the silence... I thought about how you must really like me to act quite like that. I wanted to hold your hand and read the unsent love letters.
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1603 11 8
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None of this is real, he says, and the path slopes down to a house that is possibly haunted. One always looks in such windows, one cannot not look at the predictable detritus of another's failure, a queer satisfaction, a fairy's dust. But no, not real, none of it. And…
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1603 1 1
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Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
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