Foreword |
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Acknowledgments |
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High Poet: The Life and Work of Philip Lamantia |
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Editorial Note |
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Touch Of The Marvelous (1943-1949) |
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The Touch of the Marvelous |
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4 | (1) |
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5 | (1) |
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Apparition of Charles Baudelaire |
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6 | (1) |
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7 | (1) |
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By the Curtain of Architecture |
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There Are Many Pathways to the Garden |
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8 | (1) |
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10 | (2) |
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Beneath this bed the caverns gather me like water |
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I am a criminal when your body is bare upon the universe |
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14 | (1) |
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14 | (1) |
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15 | (1) |
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16 | (2) |
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18 | (1) |
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19 | (1) |
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20 | (1) |
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21 | (1) |
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22 | (1) |
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23 | (1) |
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24 | (1) |
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You and I Have Nothing to Fear |
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24 | (2) |
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26 | (1) |
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To You Henry Miller of the Orchestra the Mirror the Revolver and of the Stars of Stars |
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27 | (6) |
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Upon the earth eyes opened in wonder |
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33 | (1) |
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You flee into a corridor of stars |
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34 | (1) |
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From Dark Illusion to Love's Reality |
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35 | (1) |
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I open for you an ancient book |
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36 | (1) |
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37 | (1) |
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38 | (1) |
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Answer from a Place of Waiting |
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38 | (1) |
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39 | (1) |
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40 | (1) |
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41 | (2) |
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Unable to move and hardly breathing |
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43 | (1) |
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44 | (1) |
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44 | (1) |
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A Simple Answer to the Enemy |
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45 | (4) |
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49 | (1) |
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49 | (1) |
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50 | (1) |
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51 | (1) |
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Revelations of a New Order |
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52 | (3) |
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55 | (1) |
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56 | (1) |
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56 | (1) |
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57 | (1) |
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Animal Snared in His Revery |
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58 | (1) |
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Beneath occidental peripheries |
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59 | (4) |
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To see this evil from its core |
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63 | (1) |
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63 | (1) |
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64 | (1) |
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65 | (1) |
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Ground grade guard the crucible |
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66 | (1) |
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Out of crystal beginnings |
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67 | (1) |
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In a garden that isn't, but will be |
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67 | (1) |
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Flame gates open to water gongs |
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68 | (1) |
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She sped to me a winter word |
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69 | (1) |
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69 | (1) |
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To the flat lands by the hills of Suum Nar |
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71 | (1) |
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72 | (1) |
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72 | (5) |
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77 | (1) |
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78 | (1) |
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Fragments from an Aeroplane |
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79 | (3) |
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Interior Suck of the Night |
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82 | (1) |
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82 | (1) |
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83 | (1) |
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84 | (1) |
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85 | (1) |
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Mysterium Mysticus Ecclesia |
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86 | (1) |
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87 | (1) |
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88 | (1) |
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92 | (1) |
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93 | (1) |
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94 | (1) |
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95 | (1) |
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What made tarot cards and fleurs de lis |
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97 | (1) |
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98 | (1) |
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99 | (2) |
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It's summer's moment in autumn's hour |
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101 | (1) |
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It was a time I didn't see the beast |
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102 | (1) |
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102 | (5) |
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I Demand Extinction of Laws Prohibiting Narcotic Drugs! |
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107 | (1) |
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108 | (1) |
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109 | (1) |
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Opium, Put Down of Laws against Opium! |
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110 | (1) |
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111 | (4) |
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115 | (1) |
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115 | (2) |
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117 | (1) |
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117 | (1) |
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Inscription for the Vanishing Republic |
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118 | (1) |
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118 | (1) |
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119 | (1) |
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120 | (1) |
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121 | (1) |
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That I burned by the screech owl castle in Berkeley Hills |
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121 | (1) |
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New York Blank Poem New York |
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122 | (1) |
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123 | (1) |
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123 | (1) |
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124 | (1) |
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The marvelous unveils its face |
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125 | (1) |
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Did I appear in angeltime |
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126 | (1) |
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Last Days of San Francisco |
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127 | (2) |
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129 | (1) |
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Time Is as Eternity Is: On the White Road: The Muse |
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129 | (1) |
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130 | (1) |
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130 | (1) |
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All Hail Pope John the Twenty Third! |
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131 | (1) |
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A Poem for John Wieners Written on His Paper |
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132 | (1) |
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Shooting down to L.A. in an open car |
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133 | (1) |
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The Juggler in the Desert |
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133 | (2) |
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135 | (1) |
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In every way i am dazzled by you |
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136 | (1) |
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136 | (3) |
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139 | (1) |
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Why write about "things"? |
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140 | (1) |
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141 | (1) |
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Make a poem your heart contained in mine |
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141 | (1) |
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It is because i cannot have you i have you |
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142 | (1) |
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143 | (1) |
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Ceylonese Tea Candor (Pyramid Scene) |
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143 | (3) |
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146 | (1) |
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147 | (3) |
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150 | (2) |
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152 | (1) |
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153 | (4) |
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Destroyed Works Typescript (1948-1960) |
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157 | (22) |
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It's absurd I can't bring my soul to the eye of odoriferous fire |
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179 | (1) |
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179 | (1) |
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180 | (1) |
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They shot me full of holes |
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180 | (1) |
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181 | (1) |
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181 | (1) |
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In camera of sempiternity you walk |
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182 | (1) |
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183 | (1) |
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It is I who create the world and put it to rest |
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183 | (1) |
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A theater of masked actors in a trance |
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184 | (1) |
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185 | (1) |
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186 | (1) |
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The poem says the bombs of America went off |
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187 | (1) |
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At the sleeper of inveterate cars |
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187 | (1) |
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188 | (1) |
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A gazelle fixated in clock work |
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189 | (1) |
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189 | (1) |
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I've come to the time of brain crashed stars |
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189 | (1) |
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This is the night holding gum |
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190 | (1) |
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Sick of you, owl, talking nonsense in my head |
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190 | (1) |
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Empty visions blur my soul |
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190 | (1) |
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191 | (1) |
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191 | (1) |
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192 | (1) |
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193 | (1) |
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194 | (2) |
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196 | (1) |
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196 | (1) |
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There's a mountain of houses upside down |
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197 | (1) |
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The night is a space of white marble |
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197 | (1) |
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There is this distance between me and what I see |
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198 | (1) |
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I have given fair warning |
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198 | (1) |
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199 | (1) |
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199 | (1) |
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200 | (1) |
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201 | (1) |
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201 | (1) |
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202 | (1) |
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203 | (1) |
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204 | (1) |
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Subconscious Mexico City New York |
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205 | (1) |
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206 | (1) |
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I cut out, I mean there was no proper head to the time |
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206 | (1) |
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A Note on Destroyed Works and later |
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207 | (4) |
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211 | (1) |
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Babbel is a language extending the sonic level |
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211 | (1) |
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Babbel/Ali ben buri de asalium |
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212 | (1) |
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213 | (1) |
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213 | (1) |
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214 | (4) |
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From My Athens Terrace Ruin |
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218 | (1) |
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Going west east directionless pack to Indis |
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219 | (1) |
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220 | (1) |
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She's Appeared and Disappeared at Once |
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221 | (4) |
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From Selected Poems (1967) |
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225 | (1) |
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226 | (2) |
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The Sun Is Bleeding over the Sky! |
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228 | (1) |
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The Ancients Have Returned among Us |
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229 | (2) |
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She Speaks the Morning's Filigree |
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231 | (1) |
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231 | (3) |
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234 | (1) |
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235 | (1) |
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236 | (1) |
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237 | (1) |
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Capricorn Is a Wounded Knee |
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238 | (1) |
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238 | (2) |
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240 | (1) |
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241 | (2) |
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243 | (4) |
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247 | (1) |
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There is no death, only sempiternal change |
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247 | (1) |
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248 | (1) |
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249 | (1) |
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Poem for John Hoffman the Poet |
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250 | (1) |
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251 | (2) |
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Let the tree shaped minion pinion the wonder of drugged dogs |
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253 | (4) |
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The Blood Of The Air (1970) |
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257 | (1) |
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258 | (1) |
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259 | (1) |
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Altesia or the Lava Flow of Mount Rainier |
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260 | (1) |
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260 | (1) |
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261 | (2) |
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Open your head of cisterns |
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263 | (1) |
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San Francisco melts as I come together |
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263 | (1) |
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The maginot line of poetry has not been invented |
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264 | (1) |
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With the opening of light in my soul |
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265 | (1) |
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266 | (1) |
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267 | (1) |
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267 | (1) |
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268 | (1) |
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269 | (1) |
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Little hole of black hallucination on the wall |
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269 | (1) |
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The mosque of your eye has exploded |
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270 | (1) |
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271 | (1) |
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271 | (1) |
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Tonight Burned with Solar Slime |
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272 | (1) |
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273 | (4) |
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277 | (1) |
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278 | (1) |
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279 | (6) |
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A Little Washington DC Dream |
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285 | (1) |
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On the plain / of the angels |
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285 | (1) |
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A gorgon of the language cabal |
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286 | (1) |
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Flying beasts / are riveted on the air's toiling |
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286 | (1) |
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The Hand Moves the Word Flies |
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287 | (1) |
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287 | (1) |
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288 | (1) |
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Only Creative Violence Reveals the Beauty of the Marvelous |
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289 | (1) |
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Panty Hose Stamped with the Head of the Medusa |
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290 | (1) |
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291 | (1) |
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291 | (1) |
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292 | (3) |
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295 | (7) |
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302 | (1) |
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303 | (1) |
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304 | (1) |
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305 | (1) |
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306 | (1) |
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306 | (1) |
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307 | (2) |
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309 | (1) |
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310 | (1) |
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310 | (1) |
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310 | (1) |
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Beyond This Trail of Crystal Rails |
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311 | (1) |
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Poe-Baudelaire, one echo-in-two |
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311 | (1) |
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312 | (1) |
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312 | (1) |
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313 | (1) |
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313 | (1) |
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314 | (1) |
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315 | (1) |
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316 | (1) |
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This Moment Eternal Medusa |
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317 | (1) |
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318 | (1) |
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319 | (1) |
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319 | (1) |
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319 | (1) |
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320 | (1) |
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320 | (1) |
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The Curtain of Magic Turns over Motors of Sleep |
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321 | (1) |
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322 | (1) |
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The Jewels of the Vatican Board the Atlantic Cipher |
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323 | (1) |
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The Days Fall Asleep with Riddles |
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323 | (1) |
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324 | (1) |
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324 | (1) |
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325 | (1) |
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325 | (1) |
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A Slice of the Atmosphere |
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326 | (1) |
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326 | (1) |
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327 | (1) |
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327 | (6) |
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333 | (1) |
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334 | (1) |
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Sentiment for the Cordials of Scorpions |
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334 | (1) |
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335 | (1) |
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335 | (2) |
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337 | (1) |
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338 | (1) |
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Bird: Apparition of Charlie Parker |
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339 | (1) |
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Elegy on the Migrating Nightingales Massacred by Nuclear Physics at Chernobyl |
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339 | (4) |
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Isn't Poetry the Dream of Weapons? |
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343 | (2) |
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345 | (1) |
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346 | (1) |
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Surrealism in the Middle Ages |
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346 | (1) |
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347 | (3) |
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350 | (1) |
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351 | (1) |
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352 | (2) |
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354 | (2) |
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America in the Age of Gold |
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356 | (3) |
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Wilderness Sacred Wilderness |
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359 | (1) |
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360 | (2) |
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362 | (2) |
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364 | (1) |
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365 | (1) |
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366 | (1) |
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367 | (1) |
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368 | (1) |
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369 | (1) |
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369 | (2) |
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Zanoni A Western Border Town |
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371 | (2) |
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373 | (1) |
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373 | (1) |
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374 | (2) |
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The Mysteries of Writing in the West |
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376 | (3) |
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379 | (1) |
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380 | (1) |
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381 | (1) |
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The Geometric Hallucination |
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382 | (1) |
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383 | (1) |
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384 | (1) |
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384 | (3) |
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387 | (1) |
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388 | (5) |
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393 | (3) |
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396 | (1) |
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Once in a Lifetime Starry Scape |
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396 | (1) |
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397 | (4) |
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From Bed Of Sphinxes: New And Selected Poems (1997) |
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401 | (1) |
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402 | (4) |
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406 | (3) |
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409 | (3) |
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412 | (2) |
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Passionate Ornithology Is Another Kind of Yoga |
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414 | (5) |
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From Symbolon (1998-2001) |
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To be served continually with this platter of nothingness |
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419 | (1) |
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419 | (1) |
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420 | (2) |
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422 | (1) |
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422 | (1) |
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423 | (1) |
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Not with the cerebrating head |
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423 | (1) |
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Echo of St. Therese of the Child Jesus |
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423 | (1) |
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Facing branches of a flowering tree |
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424 | (1) |
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424 | (2) |
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Humans Have Just a Few Genomes More Than Fruit Flies |
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426 | (1) |
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Today and yesterday are fusing |
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427 | (1) |
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Triple V: The Day Non-surrealism Became Surrealist |
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427 | (2) |
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429 | (2) |
Selected Bibliography |
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431 | (2) |
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Index of Titles |
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