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"MeditAtion At LAnguinitAs" by Robert HAss

"holding / her small shoulders in my hands sometimes, / I felt a violent wonder at her presence"

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"The RevelAtion" by WilliAm CArlos WilliAms

"I shall pass her on the street / we shall say trivial things to each other / but I shall never cease to search"

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"my grAndmother's DictionAry" by MAtthew ZApruder

"I was as is my nature staring / out the kitchen window / thinking up some great hypothesis / that could easily be disproved,"

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"Boy Driving his fAther to confession"

"Do you tell sins as I would?"

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"the love song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot

"To have squeezed the universe into a ball / to roll it towards some overwhelming question,"

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“i thank You God for most this AmAzing” by E. E. Cummings

"for everything / which is natural which is infinite which is yes"

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"I never outgrew / The sensation of being, nor for a moment forgot / Which world was mine."

First published in the November 14, 1988 issue of the New Yorker. Also appears in his brilliant collection, Jesus' Son.

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If good art is that which can hold in harmony the deepest sorrows and the most soaring joys, this story must be amongst the greatest. I could feel my whole self swell in tranquil knowing throughout this story– until I read the last line and the world twisted into something bewildering, unrecognisable in its familiarity.

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good people by dfw

I am not sure yet, but I think it is always true that beauty makes you better. That good art is good for your character. There are some pieces which put this into question for me, but DFW's "Good People" isn't one of them. You will be better on the other side of this. This story has forcefully pushed me to goodness, then walked me hand-in-hand down the path.

Found on the blog of a middle school teacher in Belgium, https://crowleym.com/2014/12/22/a-christmas-childhood-james-joyce-nora-barnacle-and-me/

the deAd by JAmes Joyce

I can't get away from this story. Every month or so its tender, numinous ending overwhelms me again, upends my day, fills me with questions and answers I don't want to ask or know. But this story, these words are impossible to quiet.

This image of a cafe where Hemingway frequented, I first found on this Parisian blog: https://parisinmypocket.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/cafe-de-flore/

A clean, well-lighted plAce by eArnest hemingway

It fits in its form. Its simplicity begets its vast understanding. There's a sense, after these three short pages, that you really understand.

"The Crab" by Sam Kriss

"She was still the first person I called whenever things went wrong. It hadn’t been passed down, her particular brilliance; when it comes to this sort of arena I’ve always been very, very stupid."

"The CrAb" by SAm Kriss

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These are videos that made me think: Huh. Good. Good Youtube. I’m glad people are out there documenting things on the internet. Despite the obvious hypocrisy of the following statement on this medium, that’s not a frequent gladness of mine.