November 2011
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Sharing Poetry: Catherine Pierce, "Because I'll... →
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Want is ten thousand blue feathers falling all around me, and me unable to stomach that I might catch five but never ten thousand. So I drop my hands to my sides and wait to be buried. I open a book and the words spring and taunt. Flashes—motel, lapidary, piranha—of every story, every poem I’ll never know well enough to conjure in sleep. What’s the point of words if I...
October 2011
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“Is there no one — is there no Republican that can be gracious and statesmanlike...”
– JON STEWART, on the GOP’s refusal to give credit to Barack Obama for his foreign policy — which, in part, helped to hasten the downfall of Libyan dictator Muammar Qaddafi — on The Daily Show.
Dickheads will be dickheads.
(via inothernews)
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In which the Tea Party urges business owners not... →
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“We have lots of communities in America that have drug use, drug dealing and no...”
– Criminologist David Kennedy responding to skepticism that violence can be diminished in the inner city unless drug use and dealing are first eliminated. (Reality-Based Community)
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Family, friends celebrate Troy Davis' life at... →
A mass of flowers covered Davis’ closed casket. Two photos flanked it — one a color portrait of a young boy who grew up on the streets of Savannah’s Cloverdale neighborhood and the other a black and white photo of a young man in a suit attending his murder trial.
Those in attendance repeatedly chanted: “I am Troy Davis,” the slogan adopted in the campaign to spare his life and one that went...
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“You wanna be commander in chief? You can start by standing up for the men and...”
– President Obama- Addressing all the GOP candidates, who stayed quiet as the debate crowd booed a gay soldier serving in Iraq (via cornachio)
First: This is legit.
Second: Well played, President Obama. Well played indeed.
(via blueboxesaresexy)
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This poem touched me.
Believe
Maybe the camera crew is at someone else’s house, a spotlight haloing over another’s fleshy story. Maybe the mailman is delivering the good news to your neighbor, or a different city entirely, and you come home to a rash of catalogues, the second notice for a doctor’s bill, a plea from the do-gooders for whatever you can spare.
Maybe you haven’t cleaned your kitchen floor in weeks,...
