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Robert Creeley

The Rain All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quiet, persistent rain.   What am I to myself that must be remembered, insisted upon so often? Is it   that never the ease, even the hardness, of rain falling will have for me   something other than this, something not… Continue reading Robert Creeley

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Jack Kerouac

What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks disappearing? – It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. — Jack Kerouac, On The Road. (Penguin Books December 28, 1976)… Continue reading Jack Kerouac

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Jack Spicer

Listen, you silk-hearted bastard, I said in the bar last night, You wear those dream clothes Like a swan out of water. Listen, you wool-feathered bastard, My name, just for the record, is Leda. I can remember pretending That your red silk tie is a real heart That your raw wool suit is real flesh… Continue reading Jack Spicer

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