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But behind the shops (and the many pubs), at the back of the narrow cottage fronts which line the wynds are secret courtyards, surprising gardens and more light than ever imagined.
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137655
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There’s someone in the audience who is immolating himself
Cutting his own leg over and over with a pen knife
And groaning: “Oh God, oh God”
And all I can think from up at the podium is
This guy must absolutely hate these poems
I am reading
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137600
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Hits start, enters numbers, runs the program / Does this again one hundred times / Then takes a break
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137673
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Sometimes you have to go wild; you have just to go fucking nuts. You do.
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1376128
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That’s a long time/
to live with the certainty/
of your death
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137610
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She lay there, skin and bones, unable to speak. Little did we know those were our last moments togethter. How cruel for her, to want to share a lifetime of thoughts and feelings in those waning moments only to be robbed of the chance. My brother and I…
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137634
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But the restaurants put pig in every little dish. You couldn't eat there without encountering some portion of pig. It was in everything, including the cabbage. Who puts pig in the cabbage? I'm asking you. And in the dumplings too. For God's sake, give it
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137664
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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137665
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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137695
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137687
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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137500
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A baseball bat a large pipe a hammer and axe
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137500
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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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137500
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You shine brightest under a starlit skyThe moon reflects your beautyAs the wind sings your name sweetlyIt was under the heavens that we promised togetherThat I'll hold your hand and you'll be mine forever... You glow brightest when the sun is at its highestYour radiant…
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137576
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the late snow, though not welcomed...
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137595
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We got a sandwich at Mr. Pickle's, but they cut the sandwich in the plastic. Plastic wrap.
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1375129
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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137443
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137443
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They found your athymic neck/clipped like a bag of Skittles/and your lifeblood left a Rorschach test on the dash/in which they saw the future/and their own exits/(straight ahead and to the right).
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1374911
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The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
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137433
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For me, it was that kind of moment. I got to come back. I had been here before and now, well now, I could come back. I had a chance to do it all again, bigger, better and well, just better. I hoped I could remember all that I learned the first time.
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1374146
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So many dreams I need to visit, though
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137432
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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/
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13741711
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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137421
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“Apollo twenty-two. Come in.”, the voice crackled through the speakers of the aircraft. There was only silence broken by a solitary meow and the slight whistle of oxygenated air through the ventilation system. “Captain Snuggles, now that you…
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137496
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As I walked down to the Subway, I thought to myself that now, after the horror in Boston, everybody looks like a terrorist.
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137474
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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.
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137443
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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1374126
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"You gonna be old before you're old," my father had told her.
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