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To The Graduates Of The Class Of 2010:
You are here today at a critical crossroads of your life. For most of your 22 years you’ve been taught to work hard, obey the rules, listen with respect to your elders and to trust that every effort you make wil
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When the telephone rang the fallow fields we lay in years ago became distant countries, filled with falling stars. The distant country into which you had disappeared became a pistol with a single bullet in the chamber.
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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But even if the truth
Never sets me free
I'll know this ain't the end of me
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—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
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Bardan O'Connor stared at himself in the mirror but didn't recognize the image before him. He was pale and looked like death. He tried to psyche himself up for the latest show with a shot of Irish whiskey. He slapped himself hard in the face. "Get it together man." The…
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What’s your favorite emotion? Mine is ripping the sky apart and standing on a star outside of time.
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They’re coming now. Thousands of them. Black wings, antennas, spindly legs.
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Minnie looked at her co-worker's nametag. "Destiny," she said to her. That's a pretty name. It suits you. You're an attractive young lady. Is your momma pretty?"
"Not like I am," Destiny said as she smoothed her shiny black hair. "I'm honest about it 'ca
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how enthralled might you be, or how much appalled,/plucked from a fresh dream that had just grown serene?
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Self-possession. He had it. In his arctic white t-shirt; blonde haired, broad shouldered, unburdened. “I will make you love me,” he had said, in a bar.
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It must have been then and in those days and during that time when the grass and short brush, like so much amber and jade, emerged from the snow and the poet Li Po, who while traveling within the ten thousand crags of the Tanggula Mountains, looked up…
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The last time my old lady threw me out, I decided to go and stay with my brother. I thought, "That's the last place I'll be welcome," and I knew that was true. The drive was calming, which was good, because Steven wouldn't have even let me in if I…
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--small chin, timid mouth, frail nose, weak narrow-set eyes--
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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I signed up for functional
I did not ask for this mixed bag
of broken glass
I have enough to swallow
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perhaps I am only being transported not for replacement but for repair
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When Beez and I were visiting D.C., Beez saw MDW after many years and said, almost so that MDW could hear him if he wished, “His hair looks like Beethoven’s.”
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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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Clasped his hands behind his head to give a moment’s thought to love and how it had never quite clarified in his mind to run pure and sweet.
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I’m up to my ass in social media.
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I am surprised that you’re not famous already. I remember sitting in your bedroom for hours just watching you while you wrote poetry. I was in awe of you, thinking you were going to be the next Dylan Thomas! Or Bob Dylan. Or Dylan Somebody! And I rememb
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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She is a manifold of temporal flows.
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Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
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I took a left, it's less safe
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We can’t see anything except for glimpses of the other’s eyes, hands, mouths when we move.
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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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Later, you've hit that four shot espresso limit; you've snarfed down that too rich mushroom korma… gone before you tasted it.
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“Okay,” Boris said, wiping his mouth, “ready to go see these paintings by Lenin? We go now.”
“Where are these paintings exactly?” Ellen of Troy (NY) asked. I didn’t mention which Troy she was from.
“I have friend in Prague,” Vladimir said. “Has sh
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