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Vladimir Nabokov

Pnin slowly walked under solemn pines. The sky was dying. He did not believe in an autocratic God. He did believe, dimly, in a democracy of ghosts. The souls of the dead, perhaps, formed committees, and these, in continuous session, attended the destinies of the quick. ― Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin. (Heinemann 1957)

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Jandy Nelson

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth? —  Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere , (Speak March 22, 2011)

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Frank O’Hara

To the Harbormaster I wanted to be sure to reach you;though my ship was on the way it got caught   in some moorings. I am always tying up   and then deciding to depart. In storms and   at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide   around my fathomless arms, I am unable   to understand the… Continue reading Frank O’Hara

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Richard Siken

Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole. I doubt that I’m the only one who feels this way. It’s the core of monster making, actually. Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you… Continue reading Richard Siken

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Charles Bukowski

…sitting up in beddrinking good wine, talking and touchingsmoking listening to the waves… listening to the waves… —  Charles Bukowski, from “The Laughing Heart,” Burning in Water Drowning in Flame. (Selected Poems 1955-1973). Black Sparrow Press ,, Los Angeles., (1974)

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