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. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?
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118721
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I remembered because the man took us to see the horses. I didn't see something that set off a series of memories. I only saw the stables and the moon sitting pensively below the firmament. I looked at these and there was spaciousness between the moon and the stables and…
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1187177
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the burning thrusts/
of yellow in defiance of the frost
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118751
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I was a coward and didn’t want to get killed like Heimley. Heimley was a nut at high school. I saw him myself one night put his hand right through the windshield of this car he was working on, along with a monkey wrench. Sure, he was drunk, but th
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118712
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"I still believe in love."--John Lennon It was war of the ancient order come to the farthest shore at last. No one leaves this world without an arrow through his heart. Why should I lie to you now? We all fight the truth in…
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118763
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Sorrow fences with fear and questions
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118722
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This really bothered me, and I questioned my penis about it.
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118784
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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1187108
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I call upon all cashiers in dungarees...
I call upon the baristas in rags...
I call upon those whose
sinister principles tax the weakness of their conscience...
I call upon all those deracinated by dreaming big...
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118788
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It all began with me. I was first and for many years, the only.
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118721
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Her name was Carrie. And yes, it was love at first sight. Yes, she was a client, and you were supposed to keep your hands off the clients. Everyone in real estate knew that. She came into my office and took a seat in the reception area. I had a listin
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118643
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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118631
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She sees her mother the Sunday after Zoe discovered her seven-week-old creation, like a chewed gingerbread man with red icing, in the toilet bowl beneath her.
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118631
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"The food tastes kind of...off."
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118631
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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118600
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A door slams. The vibrations rattle through the floor, up his legs and into his chest. He can hear the yells, and the tears that mar her voice. Rat-ta-tatRat-ta-tat A door slams. Eyes closed while images of a life he will never live flicker on…
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118610
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The English phrase "Nice to see you" translates into "My gall bladder is really warm today" in Berik, a language of New Guinea.
What Language Is, John McWhorter
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118633
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The wind is represented by Miss Abigail Weatherspoon, attorney at law. She wears a pink feather boa and is the spitting image of Janis Joplin as she appeared at the Monterey Pop Festival of 1967.
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118652
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She didn't know why she thought the ring wouldn't fit her finger, but it slid on easily and effortlessly, coming to rest in the old familiar place it always had, the groove that had worn in her finger after seven years of wearing it. She hadn't worn it in a few months,…
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118685
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118621
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Gotta ask myself what I’m doing here. What keeps me tied. Caged. What is it?
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118644
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Here’s a picture of you
Lit up by the internal light
Of the moon. It was a
Super moon that night
And the story of God
Had not been told
And we had to wait a good
Long time to hear it out in the cold
And I was the King of Fishers
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118600
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the odd stone stands/taller than trees/it protrudes from the young forest/an old mecca but smooth
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118655
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“After your death is confirmed,” I assured him, “a hardcover first edition of your books, will sell for millions at auction in New York.
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118698
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with peaty aromatics, opened,/
and a welcomed sting, swallowed,
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118600
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A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings
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11861611
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On Monday, May 7, 2018, at the age of 67, I had a stroke.
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118632
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one day the words will form an order, one day the words will make a rhyme, one day the words will make a meaning
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A Satire We are the Social Justice soldiers, we parrot platitudes and lies, And expect you all to worship the same things we idolise. We ignore Islamic extremism and domestic terrorism too, Because we are Cultural Relativists whose brains are up our…
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118552
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My sweet granny was like Exhibit A that I was adopted. I mean, how can anyone be sure?
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