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Mar 03, 2013 08:52

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bleuvelvet March 3 2013, 13:54:30 UTC
Cartoon Physics, part 1 // Nick Flynn

Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know
that the universe is ever-expanding,
inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies

swallowed by galaxies, whole

solar systems collapsing, all of it
acted out in silence. At ten we are still learning

the rules of cartoon animation,

that if a man draws a door on a rock
only he can pass through it.
Anyone else who tries

will crash into the rock. Ten-year-olds
should stick with burning houses, car wrecks,
ships going down -- earthbound, tangible

disasters, arenas

where they can be heroes. You can run
back into a burning house, sinking ships

have lifeboats, the trucks will come
with their ladders, if you jump

you will be saved. A child

places her hand on the roof of a schoolbus,
& drives across a city of sand. She knows

the exact spot it will skid, at which point
the bridge will give, who will swim to safety
& who will be pulled under by sharks. She will learn

that if a man runs off the edge of a cliff
he will not fall

until he notices his mistake.

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bleuvelvet March 8 2013, 00:12:31 UTC
The White House Has Disinvited The Poets // Julia AlvarezThe White House has disinvited the poets ( ... )

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bleuvelvet November 16 2013, 22:04:30 UTC
My Grandmother Washes Her Feet in the Sink of the Bathroom at Sears // Mohja KahfMy grandmother puts her feet in the sink ( ... )

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bleuvelvet November 16 2013, 22:05:50 UTC
Still I Rise // Maya AngelouYou may write me down in history ( ... )

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bleuvelvet November 16 2013, 22:06:27 UTC
When I Think About Myself // Maya Angelou

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke,
A dance that’s walked,
A song that’s spoke,
I laugh so hard I almost choke,
When I think about myself.
.:.
Sixty years in these folks’ world,
The child I works for calls me girl,
I say “Yes ma’am” for working’s sake.
Too proud to bend,
Too poor to break,
I laugh until my stomach ache,
When I think about myself.
.:.
My folks can make me split my side,
I laughed so hard I nearly died,
The tales they tell sound just like lying,
They grow the fruit,
But eat the rind,
I laugh until I start to crying,
When I think about my folks.

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