753 4 3
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—and the god presiding over all / a four-faced, double-Janused clock / its equal seconds clickt away / ticking us our steps and breaths . . .
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75353
|
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75200
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Weekly game night for the Oscar Family. Winning is secondary.
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75274
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As Sebald says, I grew up in the shadow of war....
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75100
|
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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75163
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I dreamt I was Vermeer
For just a little while
I took this photo of a criminal
A mugshot really
And claimed I had painted it
From memories of a previous life
He looked just like a Vermeer
With the light coming in
From the side of his fac
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75020
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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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74900
|
“Me–I am too old for help now,” says Askr Bakyv. “But perhaps it is not too late for them,” he says, pointing to his son and two daughters. “They are the future.”
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74943
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Crispcrashingcoldan interlude from youThe pebbles pulled back and forthlike side stepping nailswhite frothan interlude from youThe sun likeA camellia for herCrispColddropsflicking on her face.An interludefrom you.
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74950
|
My relationship to poetry resembles that of Patty Hearst, the newspaper heiress, to her abductors.
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74920
|
We flipped through the pages, filled with drawings Bates had done of himself in full papal regalia; mitre, crozier, the works. Beneath them he’d practiced signing autographs as “Pope Bates I.”
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74951
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Mask the stench/
with frankincense.
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74910
|
Our love used to be so artless, /
unstained by a knowingness /
that perceives time in minutes
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74800
|
“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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74885
|
They say his irrational outbursts and insane rantsare the results of untreated syphilis. Well, thatmakes perfect sense to me. I've always thoughtof him as a tessellated spirochete, a narcissistic chancre,festering pustule of a blistered imposthume. And whywouldn't a…
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748167
|
Unseen, he slides through cracks, unbound, liquid fear of mothers.
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74800
|
And there was one girl from Ireland, with her thick Irish brogue, who came into my bedroom early on the morning before my final exam for my Masters degree in the writing program at Irvine. She knew I was so nervous about taking the exam that I hadn’t sl
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74733
|
I like to collect twilights. I fold them carefully and put them in my wallet. They fit neatly between the dollar bills that have a weird tendency to curl. This bugs me. I don't know why they do that. Something to do with the design of the wallet. But the twilights fit…
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74733
|
he dreams of limp victims stepping out of the waves/ water draining from skin and hair
|
746105
|
Fertile bodies eye/
the space you occupy,/
impatient for disappearance.
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74632
|
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 . . .
|
74655
|
Mrs. Death was walking in mountains where everything around was still. Mr. Death? —in another hemisphere, wandering (last she’d heard) through a vast forest.
|
74510
|
[insert short snippet of text]
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74500
|
In Quiapo Church, Manila, /
I crossed the aisle between pews on my knees, //
along with old men and women /
with desperate wishes, like myself
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74521
|
The line of the unemployed
wrapped back on itself
like an accordion pleat
and extended all the way across
a great hall
You could see the faces
of them, bluish and drawn
under the dim florescent
lighting
First in
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74532
|
this vaudeville world has turned all into stage— / the message appears on each screen and page: / every domain and institution—staged.
|
74500
|
Jeremy starts "dialing-for-dates" shortly after Thanksgiving to make sure he has someone to ring in the New Year with, but his scientific mind noticed a disturbing pattern after his initial round of phonecalls this fall.
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74400
|
“How do you know she’s crazy? Seems to me that’s a perfectly rational reaction,” she said without looking up at first, but then glancing at him with a sly smile.
|
74421
|
“You know this is your death car.”
|
74400
|
She put on her hat, and walked into the back area, where she found a locker that held her name badge and a tube of chap stick.
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