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selections from The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels

WORKINGMEN OF ALL COUNTRIES, UNITE! Continue reading

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SAS 10

the sun awoke
slowly—bony and burdened
on the floor of the horizon—
beamed brilliantly with life
even at that great distance—
crimson—breathed
our Beast away
and begun a new morning.

in His wake—
peace—
drooling love. Continue reading

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last.fm loves dudes

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selections from Arcadia by Tom Stoppard

HANNAH: ‘I had a dream which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air . . .’ (79) Continue reading

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bangers and mash

going to sleep at friday midnight doesn’t sound very bad. a century or more of California poetry neither. six sides of Italian Romantic opera neither.

all of it’s nostalgia.

the opera takes me back to Roma, where when i last visited i sat and saw Verdi’s La Traviata in a small church all by myself while the rest of my family went and did some other things. the poetry takes me back to Pomona, where i once read Lyn Hejinian’s My Life while living my life. the friday midnight takes me back to those few nights where i waited and waited for the right person to reach out to me but wouldn’t until much later, like the one when i passionately danced in my bedroom by myself to James Brown’s “Lost Someone” before heading out to Koko Cocktails for a few lonesome cups of Pernod Anise before taking a 37-year-old woman home for a fun drunk night.

a woman. what is a woman? what is it like to be a woman? will i ever understand a woman’s suffering? joy?

Syria. what is Syria? what is it like to be Syria? will i ever understand Syria’s suffering? joy?

eyes shut, she reaches down waist to overthrow tyrannical
demons of her own doing. mounds and
mounds of clotted blood fill the tub, pleading
“liberty-seeking”
but no longer breathing.

i may not. Continue reading

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Arrival at Elmira

in which the Hero goes to Oregon! Continue reading

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Boy

all of my love all of my kissing you don’t know what you’ve been a-missing, oh boy (oh boy) when you’re with me, oh boy (oh boy) the world can see that you were meant for me all of my … Continue reading

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Etude No. 1 in C major – Chopin (1830) [archive]

Chopin was born two hundred years and one day ago and this is the first classical music post on 6stars? for shame. if scales make you see stars, please listen to this sublime piece that could last from now until … Continue reading

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