June 2011
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“makes me want to go to high school in Texas
and be white or black”
– pegatron talking about Friday Night Lights.
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Mayakovsky
by frank o’hara
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My heart’s aflutter!
I am standing in the bath tub
crying. Mother, mother
who am I? If he
will just come back once
and kiss me on the face
his coarse hair brush
my temple, it’s throbbing!
then I can put on my clothes
I guess, and walk the streets.
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I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.
Words! be
sick as I am sick,...
“You like the taste of blood,” he says. The boy shrugs. “A...”
– Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses. (much thanks to Danny Gold)
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Summer Reads To Transport You Back In Time →
Summer, when I was a kid, meant weekend road-trips in our family Rambler to sites of historical interest. We’d pack up deviled-ham sandwiches and Cokes and make pilgrimages from our apartment in Queens to Teddy Roosevelt’s house on Long Island or Washington Irving’s house in Westchester. Sometimes there were longer expeditions to Valley Forge and, once, Williamsburg. I’m...
