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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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New Year's Eve 1984: I was a hit with my outfit. When I walked into the house, a teenage girl looked me up and down and said, “Nice knickerbockers.” My cousins dragged me to the living room floor which was crowded with my family dancing and I started…
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142200
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We at Cahiers must continually ask–is le cinema de kung fu pimping really, truly—as bad as it wanna be?
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14221612
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“Have the cousins arrived?”
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142211
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There aren’t requirements, only expectations. I’m writing this, because, at the time it happened it seemed strange to me. People might think I’m writing because now, it makes sense, right? It doesn’t, I’ll tell you that much. I’ll also tell you what i
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142250
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Bent, crooked and straight, knifed.
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142243
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I used to fear things. The lonesome wind come through the clapboards. Dry hillsides rustling. My own skin in the summer heat. Rattlers. Lurking. Abandoned coal pits. Pa said I was afraid of desolation. I didn't know what he meant by that. How can you be…
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142246
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If you were glassI'd fog you up With my breathI'd leave messagesPictographsIn fingerprints I'd press in closeSo would youAnd so we'd danceBut you are glassAn inch of depthTo catch my breath
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142288
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I was insufficiently abused as a child.
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142265
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pulled the
wool off my head
found i
was almost dead
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142266
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circumstances//
squeeze the heart so hard/
that you should die but don’t.
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1422138
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Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,
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142231
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For weeks they used every medium to say: This day will be an end or a beginning.
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142265
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I heard them praying to some god
none of us had ever heard of.
I'm glad I went to the funeral
and still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into his grave.
At some point
you have to stop nibbling
from the moldy cake.
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142210
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One of these days
we aren’t going to believe
whatever they tell us.
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142100
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“It’s time we moved our relationship back into an upright position,” I said.
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142111
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My friend and I were once walking the aisles of a supermarket because we decided we were going to have roasted duck. We didn’t know how to cook, but as the old Filipino reds used to say: If not now, when? If we don’t learn how to cook now, as in NOW, then
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142197
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Survival is often violent.
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142133
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"a ratty, red, medium-sized bicycle for sale in a ratty, medium-sized yard."
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142165
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The one at
dusk is not the one you met this morning.
That one's gone like a head in the window.
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142132
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my loosening grip on time.
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1421154
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It was a dire and dun-colored year when groupies wept and autograph seekers put down their pens.
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142153
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A friend has been shopping an opera around without success. It's about Arthur Inman, a hypochondriac who hired people to talk to and, in some cases, have sex with him.
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142196
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Birds fly and people
hurry in the wind and rain like it's a matter
of pity.
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I’d look for a fork and quickly stab a piece of it and bite into it, feeling good about the finality of things.
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142184
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on cd I make
john hiatt does not smash
perfectly good guitar
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142198
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Sometimes, you compare your living situation to a prison because it makes you feel better. "At least I have a fridge," you think to yourself.
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142111
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I stepped down on what looked like a mouse
Bloody and lifeless outside of our house.
I took bag in hand and prepared to grab it
When I realized the thing was the head of a rabbit!
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Pascal would let something slip now and then. He was sharp and spoke excellent English, with a beautiful Spanish accent. He corrected speech among the guys, but he exercised his lessons in grammar with an eloquence that fascinated all of us, not letting a
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