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MAKING FUN
Making fun and judging made me immune to sorrow. Pity hurts me today. And it will be worse tomorrow. Youthful insensitivity is gone. Welcome, poetry. Mercy grows. I feel sorry for plants. It’s a...
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THE ONE
The one orgasm which ended all sex was the one I had with you. The one which reproduced itself was the one we had to do. The goal was to achieve satisfaction. Oh we did. There was no more...
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FEMINISM
Today she became a gang member. I wonder how many gangs and gang leaders there are. Films and books describe their behavior and lawmakers and the press champion them. You can become one, too. Belong...
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CRYING FOR EMERGENCY
The alarmist poet joins with the alarmist CIA, alarming the confused and the desperate. I was never worried about apocalypse anyway. I've never been to war, or starved. Excuse me for being bored...
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WHERE IS THAT SUMMERY SEPTEMBER?
One long day of rain and now I no longer remember what you were like. Where is that summery September? Life is two things—a theme from yesterday I am trying to remember,which arrived in the chilly...
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THE UNSPOKEN CRUELTY
The unspoken cruelty which helps us survive--- Cruelty unspoken. It describes us all. I remember a virtuous man tried to make me feel small. A man ties his shoe. The buildings are tall. The dog obeys...
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IRRATIONAL
She argued with him irrationally and it was because she was in love with him.Their children, with nervous laughter, in sorrow,took her side, because they knew he wasn’t in love with her.Love is...
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DANCING IS REDUNDANT
Dancing is redundant. The music dances in my head. I wonder if I will hear and know things after I am dead? I sit so shyly while the wedding people dance. They move! They move! But my head is a wider...
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WHAT YOU THINK IS NOTHING
What you think is nothing is deciding which kind of nothing to be today. It may be the nothing which is calculating how distant she is, the meaning inside the meaning of far away. Or the meaning that...
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HIGHEST PLEASURE’S BREVITY
Do tombs or poems have tongues? This one does. A poem vibrates as what a man was meditates. Highest pleasure’s brevity makes us lie back afterwards and laugh. Being made of pleasure and pain, we don’t...
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DON’T BE JEALOUS
Don’t be jealous of me. Jealousy is blasphemy to both your poet and your poetry. In a jealous rage, your never improve. Jealousy is contrary to love. Jealousy is the foulest sin the brightest angel...
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NOW I UNDERSTAND HER POETRY
Now I understand her poetry: subconscious strangeness and ecstasy. My poetry says what it says too reasonably. I dreamed for ten and a half hours, fitfully awakening so I remembered all my dreams:...
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ALL OF LIFE LACKS A POINT
We quietly tied the knot and quietly remain, hating what keeps popping up in the mind. I should probably tell this to you now, but this lovely, frantic, wedding is too loud: All of life lacks a point....
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I IMAGINED A HOLIER MUSIC
I imagined a holier music but life jangles, doesn’t it, even when robed women participate. Six hours preparing a dress and plate, the gentle fires of tradition lit in the cages meant for them, the...
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SCARRIET ON THE LATEST THEORIES OF POE’S DEATH, AI DANGERS, AND LITERARY...
IT’S OCTOBER, warm and cold, windy and gold, in New England. The most important month for Edgar Poe historians, as the anniversary nears of Poe’s mysterious demise, October 7, 1849. To the few in the...
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LONGEVITY
Longevity, longevity, longevity. Longevity is plain as it rolls along the plain. Longevity defies erasure with habitual dull. The marks are centrally steady and still. Longevity isn't about disgrace....
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A DAY
A misty, warm, autumnal day. The ripe wishes to stay. But say goodbye to Keats. AI has a greater memory and a sharper eye. The data says autumn will be gone and change will come to every lawn, the...
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IF MY POETRY MAKES YOU FAMOUS
If my poetry makes you famous all the credit should go to you— the best poetry follows what lovers do. When the poem lies down it is because you did so in sweet proximity of me. There is a tumbling of...
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THE LONG, PLEASANT PUNISHMENT
Horrified by my sin and her (she was the whole reason for the sin), I decided to be good; said goodbye and in my long, pleasant punishment wrote to her as I knew her to be, and in this exercise, found...
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TITANIC
Never in history had fate been so confronted by the comfortable who now confronted, from the height of their comfort, the dark and freezing sea. The passengers contemplating going down is impossible...
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