round your wrist
bore a number
your name
and D.O.B.
two weeks after
two stone less
the day you
came home it
slipped off
no need to snip . . .
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round your wrist
bore a number
your name
and D.O.B.
two weeks after
two stone less
the day you
came home it
slipped off
no need to snip . . .
Read the whole article at The Newyorker
I was quite curious when “Sex Appeal: Six Ethical Principles for the Twenty-First Century,” a slender volume from Oxford University Press by Paul R. Abramson, a psychology professor at U.C.L.A., crossed my desk. My initial…
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Stephen Emms enters the artistic haven that is Shakespeare and Company. Book covers sure look different in the U.K. Penguin Classics and (RED) redesign the classics. These books will be the light that guides you…
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As the Olympics were coming to an end, we here at the Covers Contest found that our craving for nightly doses of valiant competition still needed to be fed. We couldn’t imagine a life without…
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The Wall Street Journal reported Monday that Random House, among other digital initiatives, has established a video-game division that will partner with outside software developers to create original games. First up is “Elemental: War of…
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I remember he was bent down
Like a whirlpool
I was yelling at him
He looked scared and backed away
Another time, I squinted my eyes to see
And he said I looked ugly
The funny part was when
My sister asked me where he went to
And I just . . .
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As literary feuds go, the recent dustup involving Martin Amis, Christopher Hitchens, and Anna Ford is light on literature, and heavy on a set of oddly specific personal attacks. The fight centers on an…
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After she discovered that her husband had been unfaithful, Maria Finn threw out his possessions, divorced him, and began considering the next phase of her life. The two had been planning a trip to South…
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T. S. Eliot once said that “good writers borrow, great writers steal.” Apparently taking this advice to heart, Helene Hegemann, a seventeen-year-old German writer, has “mixed” (her word) together a best-selling novel titled “Axolotl Roadkill.”…
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I remember he was bent down
Like a whirlpool
I was yelling at him
He looked scared and backed away
Another time, I squinted my eyes to see
And he said I looked ugly
The funny part was when
My sister asked me where he went to
And I just . . .
Read the whole article at The Newyorker