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Forgetchu 4 a Minute

You like to give it like it's being regulated.
And...
Then you want to send it in a memo to me.

You like to give it like it's being regulated.
And...
Then you want to send it in a memo to me.

Gon' forgetchu 4 a minute.
Forgetchu 4 a minute.
Gon' forgetchu 4 a minute.
And flick you like some lint!

Gon' forgetchu 4 a minute.
Forgetchu 4 a minute.
Gon' forgetchu 4 a minute.
Then flick you like some lint!
Since you pay no rent,
4 me!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Domino Effect

A flame licked at a single domino.
And that single domino fell.
Just that one.
It leaned against the one before it,
and it was held in the air.
But only for a moment.
Soon, every single black-and-white
domino was fallen in the gray dust.
A cloud of Time rested on top.
And a steady hand came.
With a new set of dominoes,
each one a different shade
of gray.
The lint built up.
And this lint was soon on fire;
the flame licked at a single domino.
This domino fell.
As did the others.
But they were replaced as they lay
under the dust of Time.

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poem by Zoe Guillory
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The Preset Answer!

A thorn in the foot and lint in the eye,
A scratch at the back and the pain in the heart,
A stye in the eye lid and ache in the decayed tooth,
Can be removed on its own, without any help?

Stand alone as a stump in the middle of deserted hearts,
Walking alone numb in the midst of unkind air,
Thought of unwanted, planted in the section of brain,
When the oppressors change and regret, why is this hate

the precast used to build the structures,
the hearts not even stopped to do the repair,
the scopes can pinpoint the health of our internal organ,
why are we so hesitant to take out the lint from that eye?

the torn from the foot and the pain from the heart,
the hate from the mind and the poverty from the society,
can be removed by the intellectuals like you,
who have the desire to keep the affection at work.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Depict This Different

Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.

Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.

Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.

Thaw the cold you hold in your heart.
Depict this different.
And don't let a freezing,
In you start.
Depict it!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Book of Annandale

I

Partly to think, more to be left alone,
George Annandale said something to his friends—
A word or two, brusque, but yet smoothed enough
To suit their funeral gaze—and went upstairs;
And there, in the one room that he could call
His own, he found a sort of meaningless
Annoyance in the mute familiar things
That filled it; for the grate’s monotonous gleam
Was not the gleam that he had known before,
The books were not the books that used to be,
The place was not the place. There was a lack
Of something; and the certitude of death
Itself, as with a furtive questioning,
Hovered, and he could not yet understand.
He knew that she was gone—there was no need
Of any argued proof to tell him that,
For they had buried her that afternoon,
Under the leaves and snow; and still there was

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poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Troy [slow, methodical]: Woman... I do the best I can do. I come home every Friday. I carry a sack of potatoes and a bucket of lard. You all line up at the door with your hands out. I give you the lint from my pockets. I give you my sweat and blood. I ain't got no tears. I done spent them. I get up on Monday morning... find my lunch on the table. I go out. Make my way. Find my strength to carry me through to the next Friday. [Pause] That's all I've got Rose. That's all I've got to give. I can't give nothing else.

line from Fences, Act I, Scene 3 by August Wilson (1983)
Added by Dan Costinaş
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The best artists know what to leave out.

quote by Charles de Lint
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I'm not Chinese. I thrive in interesting times.

quote by Charles de Lint
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If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?

quote by Charles de Lint
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I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile.

quote by Charles de Lint
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