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Montauk was the solution. He had no job, no money. He could stay for the winter at the summer place. It would be a lark. He had come home to Great Neck after losing the last job and they were making broad hints at him to move…
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It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said.
Me insecure, you unfaithful
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"...regurgitating double A's
all akimbo."
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o christ/ here you are again/ you sickness appearing in my brain/ pouring smog from my jaw/ my body hot and cold as though sleepless/ while i could sleep/ centuries/ undisturbed/ and awaken, tireder still./
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Agents I have little idea. Woiwode partly supported his family in the 60s by publishing in The NYer (his friends were De Niro and Barthelme) so perhaps there was little trouble in his finding one. E.W. met his at a bar. He publishes in Paris and Texas.
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Nothing changes; the moon arcs its mindful lemon eye. . .
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Further down a small group of men lolled near a doorway.
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Without warning his eyes expertly navigated into a closed position setting off the dream machine long without power until this very second.
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The snake was fang-less and so had to choke her, making the kill bloodless and drawn out, just the way she liked it.
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The nightmares started in the seventh month. I have always been a deep sleeper and one of the things that comes with that facility is an inability to extricate oneself from nightmares.
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Then I am in Washington DC impersonating an accountant.
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Her purse still hangs on the knob by the door, and seeing it is all that keeps Josh from freaking out because he knows she can’t go too far or too long without her purse.
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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You load the pipe and suck in the fireworks. Whistling missiles, slithering sparks, shivering teases, dripping embers. You fall asleep with flashing neon outside and the Fourth of July in your veins. When you wake up, your room is the saddest place o
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The house had to be clean - I mean thorough-clean - when he got home from the pit for his tea, or he’d throw his plate at the wall and the gravy would run down onto the carpet. There was always gravy.
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beat them with fists and purses.
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Everybody breaks.
Everything splinters.
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There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
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While most spread their time in other occupation, I traveled through books and grew my imagination. I knew endless bliss. I was a book eater. I would just devour books that I loved and slug through those I didn't, just to make myself eat the truths and li
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Mesmerizing, the night’s queer colors, the darkness given depth by the earth’s crystalline sheen, by a sky choked with a million fleeting prisms. In the woods surrounding the house another branch snapped, a gunshot loud crack. The echo lingered, cap
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We now live in post-Postmodern Absurdist fear of course, says our smiling Prof. That’s the price we pay he tells us. . . .
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You may gather from me
the spring of my youth
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When the poet loves,/ I said, quoting the poet,/ he loves himself.
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On the Shore, Tel Aviv, Winter 1974
From the Songs of Crazy Dolores
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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‘In terms of relationship, I am your Father – my name is the Emperor’.
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