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The police states of German National Socialism/
and the Soviet Union are but pencil studies
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138622
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They watch her, scald her skin with hot eyes whose stares run up and down her body like lice.
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1386155
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"And yet she always went on writing, even when nobody cared if she did or not: if she stopped, she told an imaginary prosecutor in her diary, 'I will not have earned death.' "
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138666
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still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into the grave.
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138642
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She’s a gourmet cook who can fake a great orgasm.
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1386125
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the bodies of the poor become/
a simple logistical problem,/
disposable as any gnawed bones
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138620
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her skin was delicate, fragile, that old woman skin that appears to be translucent.the rip caused by the knife opened it up like tissue paper. blood welled for a moment, then poured out with real purpose.this was the delight he found in old ladies.. the scent of their…
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138610
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It's saying, "It feels as if you've given me your old, your tired and your poor. I feel much older than the years you've logged."
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138633
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This is a warrant for your arrest.
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138600
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She dropped the bundle of faggots she had collected and spun around with her mouth open.
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138631
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the vigilance that informs a parent's every hour had momentarily lapsed
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138663
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where are you today?/
where you are is the one thing/
i love & cannot know
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138601
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The duty of a student
can be summed up in a sentence
To benefit the race of man
with thoughtful independence
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1386116
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Died is forever. Passed away/
Is ambiguous. Dead isn’t/
polite.
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138643
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The doctor bargained with us enough but I kept saying “give it a thousand years and we'll think about it.” He seemed to mean well and be smart enough to not be feeding us snakes, but he wasn't a praying man and I couldn't see past that look he used to give my…
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138684
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Do you know this song, Julia? I happened upon it one evening and only just before meeting you, a month before meeting, a month before arriving?
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138566
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Wild are the woods tucked in the backyards, tame the front lawns of green, manicured, with a hedge and a few flowers, a well-maintained driveway, and a garage door.
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1385105
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Did they do it in pairs or all at the same time?
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138510
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Once upon a slime there was an Edenlike place that existed in outerspace all by itself. It was lonely, this little rock in space
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138500
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There are several people I do not care for much at all—annoying cretins, blasé philistines, or godawful narcissuses—and I do not care much for caring about such people when I encounter them, which unfortunately happens quite often like some cruel lottery where I…
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138563
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Saturday at Portobello market. Wind whittles leaves from the trees; casts shop signs into windows, turning glass to shimmering fishscale.
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138582
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The lawyer is having a party the next weekend.... He's celebrating because he won a court case to have his alimony reduced.
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1385157
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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138550
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Bent, crooked and straight, knifed.
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138520
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She’s gotten more involved in the game with menopause.
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138521
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Pots of wine crowding the forehead until irrational thought crowds out the stubborn lizard of sanity and, God knows, my elegance. What else is left? As the young seeks change, so will I. Seeks the carmine lip, so the white bud seeking God, the unchanged
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138500
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I got kicked out of a soup and salad place last week for trying to buy a large soda so I could sit and eat my sack lunch there while I read “Love’s Desperate Creatures” by Dorothy Danville. Have you read it? Its great. I’ll give it to you when I’m done
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138575
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you can't always get what you want
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138544
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People in bad health who want to kill themselves are no different than ancient Romans who ran on their swords. They only want to save themselves a bit of embarrassment.
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138564
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Agents I have little idea. Woiwode partly supported his family in the 60s by publishing in The NYer (his friends were De Niro and Barthelme) so perhaps there was little trouble in his finding one. E.W. met his at a bar. He publishes in Paris and Texas.
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