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no hype, just delight.

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Perpetually insightful, Nick pinpoints a culture shift that’s moving so swiftly, he proposes, there may be no antidote. This movement is rooted in the instantaneous social feedback provided by friend lists, comments, and status messages–the ways in which social networks connect us. It’s a movement whose adoption has been so viral, so widespread, […]

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Coach Taylor: “When Jason Street went down the first game of the season, everybody wrote us off.  Everybody.
And yet here we are at the championship game.   40000 people out there have also written us off.  And there are a few out there who do still believe in you.  A few will never give up on […]

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at the back of the
dance floor at sadie rene’s
where the rail wraps
in a rusty L around the
crowd of dancers and there
i was facing out, toward the side
where backstage darkness fades
detail and you smell rock bands
from 20 years ago, but back
to now i hold one hand with my
sister who is dancing to diana ross
like a family […]

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Good evening to you I pray your heart is cleansing baby
Thinking of you while we keep sense at bay
Counting the days until we chance that breeze again
Fixing this song and hoping that’s okay
Saved you the spot you’ve hewn in hope of seeing one day
A chasm that brims with more than we can say
And we’ll get […]

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two hour glasses.
one whose narrows, hollowed by abrasion,
is powerless to dissuade silicate from its plummet.
one whose delicate chamber compounds layers,
impervious to shrewdest of excavation.
let’s shatter them on the concrete,
and let’s laugh at the barefoot traveller.

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past these paling gates
where vines grow, now
thick as paste. there is no
grace in her ascent.
a toothless warrior crowns with cardboard
and souls alight from treachery
past these empty streets
when gold meant something,
now tossing jaundiced hue.
subtract that from forever.
a dirty mob chants garbage, garbage.
there, smoldering particles, ingested.
her heaven is on fire
but it doesn’t burn her, no.
this vision needs […]

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Nick informs us that Jean Baudrillard has died, and he us points to one of Baudrillard’s incisive aphorisms,
As for ideas, everyone has them. More than they need. What counts is the poetic singularity of the analysis. That alone can justify writing, not the wretched critical objectivity of ideas.

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Catalyst For Swiftier Goings On
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Disclaimer: my piano is horribly out of tune.

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WHO gives himself to solitude, Soon lonely will remain; Each lives, each loves in joyous mood, And leaves him to his pain. Yes! leave me to my grief! Were solitude’s relief E’er granted me, Alone I should not be. A lover steals, on footstep light, To learn if […]

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