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Alexander, Macedonian Boy-King, / having arrived at conquered Corinth, said: / "I would like to meet that famous madman / this land of wisdom-loving fools has bred."
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96421
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Let’s just say I’m pissed. Indignant. Angry about living in a universe that appears to be utterly amoral.
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964206
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...the bulk of poets are amateurs.
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96432
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It seems the law of gravity will exert its influence even in such mundane matters as the afternoon rush hour.
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96400
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This is the keeper's pattern. Each time he continues his search, he reaches out through his gaze for an invisible line, wishing to touch it if only with his eyes. Each time he feels himself drawing near quiet panic sets in, eyes downcast until the threat
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9641816
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My job was take the falls, act the dope, finish at the wrong end of the slap stick for the blow off. I was Auguste, the fool; I drove the clown car.
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96430
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Another hard week
tired but
make the effort
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96333
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my heartis a brokenstandpipefanningcity water cayenneacross sidewalksgutters ripple redover fast food bagsand cigarette buttsover the feetof priests and pit bullsover the handsof drunksand babiesand into the mouthsof ratsand raconteurs you never oughtadrink…
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96300
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Steve Bancroft’s future wife showed up at his door that same night, slamming her hand loudly against the door and shouting for him. “Steve, Steve, wake up. Damn it, come on. You forgot to pick me up at the airport. Who are you in there with? I said wake
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96333
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“Hey! You can’t be
whistling on Greyhound,”
the bus driver said,
looking up
in the rearview mirror.
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96345
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Ninety-nine to one
would seem good odds
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96374
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"[A]ppointed an official supplier of watches for the Ministry of Defence of the Soviet Union in 1965."
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96300
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Rory, she had her top off in the water and I couldn't stop staring at her breasts, which were like my breasts in that they looked like teardrops but her collarbone was more pronounced.
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96310
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“This is when things pick up with the ‘stuffies,’” says Sergeant Jim Hampy of the Vice Squad. “They lie low during the summer, then come back when cold and flu season starts.”
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96365
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Donna and I get out of the car...
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96311
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The tuna fish sandwiches were laid out the way they had always been; they were cut into triangles, with wet paper towels between them. They stayed that way over an hour, untouched, aside from a dimple the size of my cousins finger to test the softness. …
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96300
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I didn't much care for the graveyard anymore now that so many people I knew where layin' in it.
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96331
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Watching himself dissolve comes with no sense of meaning. It is simply what it is. He finds that curious.
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96200
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Nothing is what was wrong when I asked.
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96282
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With furrowed brow, he took the plastic stems and began to beat the blossom ends
against the black brick wall.
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96240
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Has anyone reached inside your eyes lately? Has anyone searched for your soul as it floated near the ceiling of the past? Has anyone told you they needed you to touch them, to lie down beside them and breathe, just breathe, and live wherever it is that ma
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96221
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I’m leaning into my freedom and will have you take your portable prison with you and you can set those four walls across town.
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96297
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He remembers his father’s concrete slab hands. Balled into fists they resembled kettlebells.
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96263
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It's good to be home.
It's good to be home.
It's very good to be home
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96222
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First they
Dust off the bottom of the sky
But then the clock gets stuck
At 3 seconds till uncertainty
Then they
Dye the sunset clouds
To make them more
Transparent
So as not to confuse
The human mind
With the stuff of uncommon
Nostalgia
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96200
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For every Ruben Studdard, there are ten Mick Jaggers and, considered merely in terms of avoirdupois, the two sides of that scale would probably balance.
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96200
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How long to make something pretty?
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96200
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Rise, Awake and Sing“Your dead shall live, their corpses shall rise; awake and sing, you who lie in the dust”(Isaiah 26:19)A medieval town where nothing stands straight,where Kafka sat, slept, ate. Where timereads backwards on a Hebrew clock and a Golemwaits in…
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I remember driving to New York City the summer of 1964, just before I met you. That was the very first time I ever smoked a joint. In those days it was happy dope. We got high and everything seemed so funny! Those were the days!
I drove into the city
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