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The heart of those stars is a dab of yellow light. The darkness of the blue night appearing so deep because of the downward strokes of the actual sky interspersed with a violet that is almost black above the truly black silhouettes of the city buildings
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1444137
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We have been well and truly fucked with ideological batons
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144411
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It was a mildly windy day of the working week in the financial district of the city—the bright morning sun was out—when a security guard was called to the fifteenth floor to deal with a disruption.
“This way.”
Someone pointed to a desk. At the desk
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144443
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IV. Upwards, into the white eye rising, There is will, to stay, yet stays no will to be. Come,…
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144441
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I was like a bullet shot from a university tower
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144441
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This day, oh, this day… shoved joy and gratitude in my face, then tossed in beauty and just a touch of grace. A Piping Plover set my sorrows by the side, nabbing morsels when it could, then racing from the tide. Junior Eagle perched…
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144477
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we can say all we couldn’t say
when the ears could hear us
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144453
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In the center of the big diorama, the real world hangs in the air by a hook.
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1443117
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The condemned, arrested/
and convicted as a consequence/
of cheerlessness, must be prepared
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1443144
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. . . once you start reading and thinking about what he's saying, it's like looking at the reflection of your soul in a mirror . . .
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144353
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I've lost the remote control to my brain
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144322
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For Takama this created the second conundrum of the day. One even bigger than the first. When he’d first learnt that sensei and he would be boarding a flight together for a series of demonstrations in Geneva, little had he expected he would be locked up i
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144344
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The man next door came over with a pitchfork.
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144356
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You say you want a resolution
Well, I got one
Let's start with nothing at all
No logic, no war, no whiskey or bombs
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1443118
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In time's embroidery, the human storyis a short stretch of a short strand within the thread of half a knot-and that stretch of strand's defective. What will mourn us when we're gone?Not the plants which live so lightly on the earth.Not the scorpions and not the ants.Perhaps…
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144311
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she felt something warm and wet on her ankle and it was producer #1's green tongue and he was still sitting down behind the table and it traveled slickly and caressed her calf with a sensuousness she wouldn't have thought something so ugly could possess
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144397
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I see them walking. They pass right by my house. If I’m outside, I sit down on our porch and watch the parade. Sometimes I watch them out of a front window.
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144386
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My table offers up the gutted calf/
with carrots and potatoes yanked /
alive and whole
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144341
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Dragonfly She danced out of the burning rubble, wrapped in a shawl made of iridescent silk. It must have been her grandmother's. Her arms were wings, the silk translucent and fluttering. Fire fell from the sky. Thatched roofs, walls of mud-daubed sticks, the huts…
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144233
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The man who put up the clothes line left his kids upstairs at night and came down to my bed.
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144253
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Your face seems faint against the violet glades; The long winds echo once, then fail to start. Some wounding scent has stripped my hopes apart That dwelled to scent you. From the cavalcades The leaves make, bare at times since eve's sting fades To…
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144200
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It's hard not to sound dramatic when you begin a letter "On Earth..."
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144253
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Marie and Mary lay side by side, partitioned by flimsy blue vinyl on cheap plastic rollers.
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144221
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1442108
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If you stop, you starve//
and they just offer what you do/
to others, starved already,/
and schooled, as you, in servitude.
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144274
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Jim Morrison moved
ever so slightly
in the cold of his grave
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1442119
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I lay on a table in a cold room in one of those little blue gowns that open in back.
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144221
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The feline apotheosis of Ish -
Shroedinger’s cat.
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144242
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It was Wednesday, the papers had a food section that day, so the gap-toothed news hawker at the mouth of Winter Street would yell out “Foozection! Foozection!”
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