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OUR ONE ESCAPE
Don’t go, April, now that youAre to warm sun and cool winds inclined—Yet I know you will.You’re measured by daysAnd cannot stop for my sad mindOr linger here because I praise. You are measured by what...
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THE BOOMER DRIFTS INTO LECTURE
How does the physics of our life squeeze us into our life? How do we unravel so we know? Why do the trivial intricacies appeal to us so? We don’t want to die though in every corner of the sky, in...
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THE SOPHISTICATED
The sophisticated are not afraid of anything---except others who are not afraid of anything. The sophisticated form clubs and cabals. They have long meetings until meetings are no longer necessary....
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THE FIRST MODERN JOURNALIST OF MISINFORMATION WAS EDGAR ALLAN POE. HAPPY...
Edgar Allan Poe’s 1843 Balloon Hoax tale and actual newspaper story (Poe’s revenge for an earlier 1835 moon hoax plagiarized from an earlier Poe tale) embarrassed the very newspapers who would later...
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IT IS IMPORTANT THAT YOU DON’T
It is important that you don’t exclude water from your imaginative domain. You cannot go back. And your citizens will be in pain. Once you have decided clouds in poetry cannot be tolerated, they will...
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THE NOTE
You can easily see how love turns into hate. The problem is a person has to wait. I could not bring myself to say goodbye to you and the years passed so I didn’t have to. The very thing that made me...
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POETRY HAS AN URGENCY
Poetry has an urgency when you who write it do; this means the temporal overcomes the spatial; (I might as well spell it out for you) it means you finally get it that you’ll die; the best poems are a...
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THEY
They exist outside the channels of my imagination. When, in composition, I welcome dream’s uncertainty and surprise, the soft, dream-like light of the wan projector’s eyes, (how did you turn up in my...
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THE VIOLINIST
The violinist throws the music over her shoulder. What keeps these musicians attached to their instruments? Why do they with windy precision obey? Is it because there is no Beethoven today? Is this...
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PROXIMITY OF LOVE
I contemplate your eyes and love’s proximity and wonder which matters the most. Love requires the flesh but it also requires the ghost. Insane things and hidden things and images floating, as if...
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RELUCTANTLY
Reluctantly, the night gives up its hours. Hurriedly, the air gave up its sun. Who lives in the cold and dark? On climate earth, everyone. Dark, the way to the distant grave, Dark, the entrance for...
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PILES
Piles of notes, transparent in their piles— music. Great musicians don’t play with smiles. Mozart may have smiled in the wings but not the opera singer when she sings— unless a smile is called for in...
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THE SECRET TO TOM BRADY’S RETIREMENT
Tom Brady’s last game? He shows off his busted lip. Why is Tom Brady’s retiring? He still looks good as QB. No one really expected this. And why did he retire in such a strange way, without making the...
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THE SAFETY MYTH
Naomi Wolf at age 49 There are two things at the center of male intelligence: the influence of female beauty on the male orgasm—the intensity of which correlates with its brevity. If you ask me for a...
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SOMETIMES
Sometimes I pick up my book of Heine and enjoy his pop-song sorrow; he sings of death so bitterly it makes me fear my own tomorrow. He isn't some pretentious poet, but a prankster in the flesh. He...
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HOW DID YOU DO?
You must have been appalled to find a world so discrete, almost blind to your flaws. You left our world, a true beauty--- beauty not even lacking poetry you were so beautiful. Remember the lines you...
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YOU LOOKED AT ME
Person, what is a person? What are your worries and thoughts? A person is life recording itself. They will burn your diaries and even Mozart’s music will be lost when life stops recording itself and...
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THE LOFTY SHADOW
Growing up ruins everything. Maturity's glittering ice impresses for a while. A young woman, sweet and nice, takes me into her confidence, but it's the adult way. She has a child's smile but it's made...
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I WROTE THE PERFECT PIECE
I wrote the perfect piece, a poem willing to throw reason to the wind, to be small in its quatrain sense, like poison dissolved in a drink by Debussy. You poisoned my explanation. I listened to you on...
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INNUENDO
I don't know what you're implying but you are implying something without deceiving or lying. You think that I don't know, so skillful is your innuendo. True, you are quick and I am slightly slow. But...
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