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Like so many high school drugheads I warmed up to Coleridge because he was an dope fiend. If you want to get young men interested in poetry it helps if you lure them to the art through controlled substances.
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141943
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We have been well and truly fucked with ideological batons
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141911
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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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141942
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I visited his loft last week. There were many exciting new pictures. Francesco was your main money earner before, now he will be again.
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1419119
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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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141900
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You know what happened. You heard about it. We were considered unuseful to the Nazis and were gassed in those shower rooms. It was all over so quick; I had hardly a chance to understand. I really did not feel anything because before it was over, I, being
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141921
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The feline apotheosis of Ish -
Shroedinger’s cat.
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141953
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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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141955
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Like when she said the word 'but', it came out ‘bet’.
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14191110
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Back then we used to dance slowly to Sam Cooke's “You Send Me” on your parquet floors, whispering about planting our vegetable garden, planning to seed the lawn with centipede grass, promising to count all the red cars that came down the street.
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The door flew open, hitting the wall, and the woman seated in the corner across from her pressed herself against the bench. Loretta saw that down through her petticoats came a trickle of yellow liquid, which pooled on the floor.
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14181910
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got the space heater going in the desert
got a lot of space out there somewhere
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141833
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we ran that afternoon/across Bayshore lanes/into green blooming fields, beyond all those
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141811
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I hand one of them the octopus and run out of the room.
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141821
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Then there was this short little girl, Jo Ann, who had a daughter and was divorced, who lived next door to my buddy Andy. She told me right after we did it one night that she had always wanted to have sex with me when she was growing up, as a teenager, I
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141841
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Tiny skiers look like beetles/on a white bedspread. /We watch them fall to earth from/the high peaks and tell ourselves
this is the week that sealed it
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141842
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Bobby turned black yesterday. Not like his ethnicity, or skin color. But his soul. Not his soul. Not black either. But a violet desecrating blue. That kind of blue that use to sit in the ocean, then dried up, and vanished into a big terrifying stupor. He looked at me with…
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My father taught me how to solder and that's when I first started to write. Now, when you hold the soldering iron in your hand and depress the trigger, the tip of the gun heats up. Novices uncoil the solder and place it on the hot tip, but that just results in it…
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141885
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Picture it-/
air not clogged with the shit//
that makes Beijing the dark joke/
of the developed world.
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141844
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Write me a Will you laughing boy,
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141710
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I AM A FIRE SWAN!
THIS IS MY QUILT!
YOU ARE MY QUEEN!
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She seizes my hand. I resist just enough to sense her strength.
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141722
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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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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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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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141742
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there is a tunnel / between your skin and the ground / for kisses to crawl
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141742
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Frank was happy to leave the art show and take the train back to SoHo.
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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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