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Alone in Eugene, / I sought out / the solace of olives
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680105
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Fertile bodies eye/
the space you occupy,/
impatient for disappearance.
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68065
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(Suddenly, too lazy to pull even one title from his shelves, he thought: if it's now the “Dao De Jing”, shouldn't it also now be the “I Jing”? Alas, he was no translator.)
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68050
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Oh, by the way
here’s my old phone number
548-7899
Remember?
Call me
It will ring
somewhere
in the past
We can make
amends
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68075
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...a falling forward that is sometimes so material that you get a look at your shoes as you fall past them...
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68042
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Scuttling on his knees now, he crossed to the other side of the boat and dropped the fish into a bucket of water. He knew what he had to do next.
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67900
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“You know,” I said finally, “when I’m out in the waiting room, I get high blood pressure when you call my name.”
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67910
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[insert short snippet of text]
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67933
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My mouth is orange rind and whiskey, my tongue a cocktail cherry.
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679116
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is this the end of civilization
is this what i've been thinking of
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67985
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67900
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Tonight, as I ate stale fries in the car, /
after getting back home, /
my seatbelt still around me, /
struggling to keep me in place,
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67943
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Thus does time fly and we with it.
Because time flies on the cosmic scale, curious things inevitably occur in local circumstances.
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67913
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"Find the part where you need closure." said She.
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67821
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He was surrounded by bats and stalactites and skeletons greeted him and dead celebrities moaned and neon signs -- props from defunct game shows -- were hung up as far as the eye can see.
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67800
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I care little for innocence. I prefer the breath of dragons to the silhouettes of apes.
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67720
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Papa was fucking the artist’s wife, Lillian, and the artist knew it but was afraid to say anything and she had broad, muscular brown arms and loved the sun on the sea and also she was just as athletic as the great writer and caught the big fish right alon
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67720
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67700
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In the putrid remains / of these faithless days / and the void into which / I carry it...
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67741
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Go ahead, show the soul its own beauty. But also tell me again about my own, so I may know I lived, and loved you. The one who shows the soul its own touching beauty gets to keep her. Who shows her the golden nightly song that's given us life, is like t
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67686
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Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
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67610
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The chorus is a melancholy enlightenment;
this is all I have, he thinks, the only
transcendence I’ll get out of this day.
I should seize it while I can.
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67600
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having the time of their lives,
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67610
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the bay was littered with corpses
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67500
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There were others, too, during those years in the Sixties. I remember hooking up with that JAM girl one more time, when she was married and living in Urbana. They were going to swinger parties at the time, so she wanted to have sex with me once more for
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675106
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I lack the intellect, discipline,
and faith in anything
but our ultimate erasure.
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67500
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My distinguished white-haired boss sat behind a table at the entrance of the building and gave me a forbidding look. You’re fired, he said. Get out.
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67432
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with so many thick curtains hung out to shroud/ so many unlit eyes, Night you’d think could spare/ a small few for our diversion . . .
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67410
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I saw Sharon one more time, in the summer of 1969, when man first set foot on the moon. I met her at that nightclub over on Hwy. 83, near North Avenue in Elmhurst where everyone still hung out from high school. She came back to the basement at my parent
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67420
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Their son doesn’t eat anything. They can’t see how he keeps growing.
He’s like an air plant, living on air alone, all the while knowing
they themselves will never live on air alone again.
They sewed their wild oats. They lived their universal life
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