February 2012
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Anorak Review
It does feel soft and it is not noisy. It is light weight. I am comfortable with it. Lots of pocket space. It is hard to get over my head when removing it. It feels a little snug at my hips where the draw string is. It is not flattering to my shape. My family said it has a maternity look to it. But I ignored them and kept it. I am 48. In fact I am using it today over my other...
Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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I think that if we put these two back-to-back, we can get something out of it. When You Are Old W.B. Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one...
Feb 21st
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ListenE=MC2 Joe Ceravolo Reading at the Ear Inn New...
Feb 20th
Feb 19th
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True Discourse on Power Peter Gizzi When I say the ghost has begun you understand what is being said. That time is not how we keep it      or measure first there was then there wasn’t … It twitters and swerves like      the evening news. Now outside is 3D. Inside non-      representational space. Every law has an outside      and inside I have...
Feb 11th
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For Billy Jack Spicer That old equalizer Called time by some Love by others Cock by a few Will come to meet you at the door When you go (Knowing that death is as near to you as water) Go to fuck and say goodbye to your Mexican whore. They will be waiting in the same room for you: Time with his big jeans Love with his embarrassed laugh Cock with his throat cut wearing a bandana. They...
Feb 6th
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ListenSongs are About Death Kenneth Koch UPENN 1998
Feb 5th
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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Summer John Ashbery There is that sound like the wind Forgetting in the branches that means something Nobody can translate. And there is the sobering “later on,” When you consider what a thing meant, and put it down. For the time being the shadow is ample And hardly seen, divided among the twigs of a tree, The trees of a forest, just as life is divided up Between you and me, and among...
Feb 2nd
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