Culture
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with peanut butter in my moustache with the pit bull licking itself on the bed the world beyond the window screen lays prone rabere with thousands of twittering house sparrows conserving the human image aflame on cedar branches
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 123
Song of Heroic Death in the First Crusade Those who prefer a later the First Crusaders for Palestine extant manuscripts of the poem written written much late from the poem in Old Frences made those who prefer a later to events of the First Crusades where performed Turold between 1129 and 1165 and Frence of…
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Notes from Chicago
“A fleuron is a typographic element, or glyph, used either as a punctuation mark or as an ornament for typographic compositions. Fleurons are stylized forms of flowers or leaves; the term derives from the Old French word floron for flower. Robert Bringhurst in The Elements of Typographic Style calls the forms ‘horticultural dingbats.’ It is…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 103
1 the ceremony of home what bastion of Kanye said behind his moment I may have not read rallying, rallying behind a poet of serious political debate the MTV Video Music Awards support a savvy e-seller of lengthy speech what bastion for sale on eBay 2 an unusually lucrative poet “C’est la guerre” was a…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 72
to protein contingent we halting giddy members are the Tanwars,” he added the door since their co-work are put undead to the door and gallowed crime increases, our business is that a decade ago colored. The music. “We are members of dried consisting women with a circulating woman,” Mr. Tanwar — known dusty lands. As…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 60
“need thee dry yellow reaches/of them who let the ditch/create” #a cult of creators ply to their scaled them eat the future This is them thee dry yellow reaches of disregarded culture This is thee dry yellow reaches of them and them Let them not seek revenge in the Midwest Cross thundering to they need…
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“Cy Twombly” from “Collected Prose of Charles Olson”
“Sculpture fled. And architecture has now run after. And for good reasons: that the round world (which it was their job to lead us to enjoy—to illuminate)—turned to rot. It had been treated cheap, not by these arts but by what makes arts: men. All the golden things, including the mean, got debased. Then everything…
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