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Somehow, Cleveland has survived, with her gray banner unfurled -- the banner of Archangelsk and Detroit, of Kharkov and Liverpool -- the banner of men and women who would settle the most ignominious parts of the earth, and there, with the hubris born neither of faith nor ideology but biology and longing, bring into the world their whimpering replacements.

Gary Shteyngart


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Monday, September 16th, 2019

Matter. Don't matter.
Matter, don't matter, doesn't matter/ in the Void

posted morning of September 16th, 2019: Respond
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🦋 Jiva and Atman

Jiva eats the fruit of the tree: Jiva is bound to the world. Jiva is part of the world.
Atman does not eat but watches.
Atman links Jiva to the supreme unity.

posted morning of September 16th, 2019: 2 responses
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Sunday, September 15th, 2019

🦋 Jagged

There was a jagged man, and he walked a jagged mile.
He found a jagged sixpence behind a jagged stile.
He bought a jagged cat that caught a jagged mouse.
They all lived together in a little jagged house.

posted morning of September 15th, 2019: 5 responses
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There is no Lie without a liar; there is no Truth without a truth-teller.
There is no Song without a singer.

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Friday, August 23rd, 2019

There's no I in meat

posted evening of August 23rd, 2019: 1 response

Sunday, July 14th, 2019

🦋 Motto

Every beginner ought to be given, as you have surely received, the tools of the craft. Or else one must beg, borrow or steal them. (Better still to fashion one's own...)

--Breyten Breytenbach

posted afternoon of July 14th, 2019: Respond
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Saturday, June 29th, 2019

No haya algun optimista
como optimista muerto.

No haya algun cí­nico
como cínico muerto.

posted evening of June 29th, 2019: Respond

Wednesday, June 26th, 2019

One must imagine Hamster happy
in his wheel

posted evening of June 26th, 2019: Respond

Sunday, June 16th, 2019

The dropped beat -- the hiccup -- is happy.

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Sunday, June 9th, 2019

Poetry is not words.

posted afternoon of June 9th, 2019: 2 responses

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