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Right after the big bang, particles of matter and particles of anti-matter annihilated each other. But for every billion pairs of particles, there is one extra particle of matter. That tiny imbalance accounts for the existence of poetry, that is, the existence of the observed universe.

Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey

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#early bondage

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But ideas lie everywhere, like apples fallen and melting in the grass for lack of wayfaring strangers with an eye and a tongue for beauty, whether absurd, horrific, or genteel.

-Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

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the boy stood on the burning deck, stammering elocution, wait-- the boy stood in the burning cage, stammering electrocution, no--the boy stood in the hot-hot room stammering I did stammering I did stammering I did stammering I did stammering everything you say I did I did

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Seven photographic portraits of Charles Baudelaire taken by his close friend, Félix Nadar

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“This Body of Water is Not Meant to Move” is this week’s featured poem on Linebreak! It’s tiny. It’s the first poem I wrote in Seattle. Read by Matthew Minicucci!

Also, check out my friends Justin & Diana writing madly over at Tupelo’s 30/30 Project!

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"in a huge amorphous aggregate no cuddled attractive child ever dreams of, non-country,      image of death as a spherical dew-drop of life. Unlovely"

-Auden, River Profile

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http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2013/04/femen-stages-a-topless-jihad/100487/

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Girls never end and that's their beauty; shoot one down and one even younger pops up in her place."

Laurie Weeks

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from Manhattations by MRB Chelko.

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I am quite serious about the problematic nature of suns wearing sunglasses.

-Paul Legault, The Other Poems

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In Baklava it is said that Hornprick once caught a glimpse of the First Woman as she sat singing to her snake in her chamber if sacred mud. Dazzled by her sight, the light and love of lust, he fell. He is still falling. For all eternity her breasts orbit his dreams."

Rikki Ducornet, The Complete Butcher's Tales