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142019-09-15 02:06:55.280794: I tensorflow/core/platform/profile_utils/cpu_utils.cc:94] CPU Frequency: 2200000000 Hz
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222019-09-15 02:06:55.446420: I tensorflow/core/common_runtime/gpu/gpu_device.cc:1640] Found device 0 with properties: 
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412019-09-15 02:06:55.492757: W tensorflow/core/common_runtime/gpu/gpu_bfc_allocator.cc:40] Overriding allow_growth setting because the TF_FORCE_GPU_ALLOW_GROWTH environment variable is set. Original config value was 0.
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60Loaded model.
61Sample, 1  of  15
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63poem 1: stride
64
65her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
66and the world is ending.
67a hundred streets 
68unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
69opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
70and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
71whose animal hoots are car-horns and
72whose cries are lonely advertisements.
73
74from her knockoff prada handbag she 
75withdraws
76a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
77and stares
78at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
79and two streaks of turquoise underlining
80two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
81upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
82behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
83an elegant, lithe, 
84crying 
85face.
86(the world is ending, after all.)
87
88in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
89like the wings of some green nylon bird
90poised to take flight before
91she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
92the gold and silver bracelets which hang
93slack around her wrists,
94jangle in metallic agreement.
95only her button-down dress
96where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
97grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
98is placid,
99patient with her pace.
100(fast enough already, because
101the world is ending.)
102
103telecom cables shatter skies and
104high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
105panasonic widescreens consume silences and
106delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
107the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
108and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
109and through the dreamlike smog she rises
110and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
111and on the patchwork tiles she dances
112and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
113
114and in the lockers of row-headed suitors
115
116he doesn’t hear her passing,
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118breathing through a single front nostril to keep his blood pressure
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120normal.
121
122world’s end, after all, the phrase’s a giveaway.
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124upon the sixth floor her mood grows tetchy: the
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126family’s been woken by gunshots and
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128the men and women in bowler hats and fedoras are standing at the windows, gazing
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130on rooftops now choked with windows
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132just
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134the house has been torn down, foundations bare, hushed, untidy,
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136but the rich inside are awake.
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138and she sways to and fro from the rhythm of
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140her own
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142sirens. she stares at a bull
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144like a neon giraffe and can’t speak,
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146takes her eyes off the warm vista of floors, windows, thrones and bed frames
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148and then out through filthy windows onto
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150new evening-strolls, just behind the sunlight and red bricks.
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152she sees the morning skyline, a cathedral
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154of money,
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156billboards a half-mile long, of mischievous
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158whale and rotating ten-story decoys
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160and outsized statistics (88 million)
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162of global caloric intake.
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164“It’s almost over,” she thinks.
165
166she takes a final ride of one of those divebombers,
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168she skips back to floor four and after a short silence lights a cigarette
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170and returns to her perch at the glass-front desk
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172where everyone stares, some pausing
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174to chat
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176on cell phones
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178and
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180several
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182descend through the interconnecteded spirals of the lobby to the street
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184and she follows, across sidewalk, walkway, highway.
185
186(but she still doesn’t believe, she’s afraid that
187
188the world is ending, after all.)
189
190she spins around, she pleads: will the final movement wake
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192her and she can tell him
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194what he meant to do?
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196and when she sees no answer, her boredom
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198slips away and she calls out
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200“come and get me.”
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202she takes one last ride
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204of one of those divebombers,
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206she skips back to floor four and
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208she takes off her hat and wraps it in the side of her necktie.
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210and
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212when she returns to the lobby, the attendant’s unmoving
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214and he gives her a visitor’s pass
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216she lifts it aloft, and it’s
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218as if
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220she’s dared
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222hersel’s — she always gets
223Sample, 2  of  15
224poem 1: stride
225
226her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
227and the world is ending.
228a hundred streets 
229unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
230opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
231and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
232whose animal hoots are car-horns and
233whose cries are lonely advertisements.
234
235from her knockoff prada handbag she 
236withdraws
237a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
238and stares
239at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
240and two streaks of turquoise underlining
241two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
242upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
243behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
244an elegant, lithe, 
245crying 
246face.
247(the world is ending, after all.)
248
249in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
250like the wings of some green nylon bird
251poised to take flight before
252she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
253the gold and silver bracelets which hang
254slack around her wrists,
255jangle in metallic agreement.
256only her button-down dress
257where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
258grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
259is placid,
260patient with her pace.
261(fast enough already, because
262the world is ending.)
263
264telecom cables shatter skies and
265high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
266panasonic widescreens consume silences and
267delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
268the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
269and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
270and through the dreamlike smog she rises
271and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
272and on the patchwork tiles she dances
273and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
274
275and a shape
276
277allegedly razorblade, emerges, gasping in
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279the rain as she slips into the city
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281to chase the looter
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283who’s
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285throwing money at her door
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287and through the dense, grey dusk she strolls
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289to the parking lot of the tallest building,
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291where a spot in a waiting list
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293affords her
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295an early morning rest.
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297the looter’s waiting by his car
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299waiting for her to finish running away, holding her by the
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301arm and not realizing
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303the hustle’s at an end
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305and there’s no sign of her.
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307she looks at the license plate
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309and then at the watch
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311which has only an hour
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313of daylight left
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315and drops her face
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317in a red handkerchief
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319and hovers her head at the condo doors
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321with her eyes open, her fingers
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323circling the staccato keypresses.<|endoftext|>Major League Soccer commissioner Don Garber said he discussed soccer in New York with new mayor Bill de Blasio in recent days. The two met on Monday, Feb. 24.
324
325“I said my views on that are pretty straightforward,” Garber said. “I think there is a great deal of interest in MLS in New York City. We’re part of the landscape here. New York is a big market. There are a lot of soccer fans here.”
326
327Garber said there’s no timetable set for a move to the new stadium in Queens, but said it’s “something we will discuss in the short term.”
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329An $850 million soccer stadium is slated to open in 2018, if all goes according to plan. New York is second in the league to Los Angeles in TV viewership per game, and MLS is the fifth-largest market in the world behind United States, China, Germany and Brazil.
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331The city has the second-largest media market in the world. On Sunday, Feb. 22, New York Rangers hockey play host to the Ottawa Senators. A Rangers win would clinch a berth to the 2016 Stanley Cup finals, as would a Rangers loss, and the team has the potential to become a huge national draw should they qualify.
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333Sports Illustrated reports New York will host the 2015 All-Star Game, which will be played at MetLife Stadium in East Rutherford, N.J.
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335“It’s hard to understate the importance of our relationship with the Mets,” Garber said. “You put the Yankees and the Mets back-to-back every year, the league becomes very relevant in New York. We won the (MLB) World Series in the Bronx back in 2009. I don’t think anyone can tell me that you can’t make the argument
336Sample, 3  of  15
337poem 1: stride
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339her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
340and the world is ending.
341a hundred streets 
342unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
343opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
344and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
345whose animal hoots are car-horns and
346whose cries are lonely advertisements.
347
348from her knockoff prada handbag she 
349withdraws
350a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
351and stares
352at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
353and two streaks of turquoise underlining
354two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
355upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
356behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
357an elegant, lithe, 
358crying 
359face.
360(the world is ending, after all.)
361
362in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
363like the wings of some green nylon bird
364poised to take flight before
365she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
366the gold and silver bracelets which hang
367slack around her wrists,
368jangle in metallic agreement.
369only her button-down dress
370where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
371grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
372is placid,
373patient with her pace.
374(fast enough already, because
375the world is ending.)
376
377telecom cables shatter skies and
378high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
379panasonic widescreens consume silences and
380delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
381the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
382and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
383and through the dreamlike smog she rises
384and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
385and on the patchwork tiles she dances
386and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
387
388along the stairs to the open door into a bright room,
389
390where her manicured hands are held and her feet are sat on;
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392a window wide open to the blossoming
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394season with shimmering, fiery August leaves on
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396scattered new trees blooming in pale purple roses
397
398and the sour scent of sage blossoms unfurling in basilic light.
399
400now, if she were such a poet, why not deliver her
401
402loudly from the false consciousness that
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404brings her here, to this small, plain, bare desk
405
406hewn from hard red rock, where a small bottle
407
408a vaguely warning dark green, alight on pink glass
409
410and glass is
411
412a reservoir for her to fill herself
413
414with perfume.
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416as she
417
418records her notes, her thumb sinks into an iced bottle
419
420and pours a few drops of her incense powder onto the silk of
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422a shawl she carried in a second hand satchel to
423
424a priest of the leper colony, who has
425
426blessed her
427
428with an imperious, dry, placid reassurance
429
430that the grey sky is dark,
431
432that the water is warm, that the leaves are succulent,
433
434that when he slaps her husband she will be
435
436safe, that when he curses her she will blush
437
438and when he says good-bye she will know what to say
439
440and when he exhales,
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442a rare, burnished breath of relief,
443
444which she puts in her mouth and swallows, then finishes
445
446with a ghastly, suckling bite of paprika,
447
448and adds
449
450a small, emptied, dime-sized, clear plastic bag
451
452which is now a socket for
453
454her
455
456cigarette
457
458drip pen
459
460and another bottle of incense, which she throws
461
462back into a heavy green cradle,
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464a blanket on her knees, then puts her keys on a
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466white mauve chair
467
468and drinks out of the ring she tucks around her waist
469
470and her pink bottle
471
472a small jade pearl set in an unbloodied rose leaf and a rose-gold belt
473
474that she wears with red velvet sleeves.
475
476she stands, with her cigarette hanging
477
478with slack, slow fingers,
479
480right before the pale ring on her right forearm and her cheap plastic whistle
481
482and with her finger on a small bell above her heart.
483
484and
485
486the lamp burns on
487
488the boardroom table
489
490in its long, lean holder with a circular, golden, jeweled light that
491
492shines on and with the thin tube of an inhaler sitting
493
494in the crook of her thumb.
495
496she begins to write,
497
498her frame shifting,
499
500scratching,
501Sample, 4  of  15
502poem 1: stride
503
504her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
505and the world is ending.
506a hundred streets 
507unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
508opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
509and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
510whose animal hoots are car-horns and
511whose cries are lonely advertisements.
512
513from her knockoff prada handbag she 
514withdraws
515a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
516and stares
517at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
518and two streaks of turquoise underlining
519two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
520upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
521behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
522an elegant, lithe, 
523crying 
524face.
525(the world is ending, after all.)
526
527in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
528like the wings of some green nylon bird
529poised to take flight before
530she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
531the gold and silver bracelets which hang
532slack around her wrists,
533jangle in metallic agreement.
534only her button-down dress
535where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
536grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
537is placid,
538patient with her pace.
539(fast enough already, because
540the world is ending.)
541
542telecom cables shatter skies and
543high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
544panasonic widescreens consume silences and
545delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
546the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
547and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
548and through the dreamlike smog she rises
549and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
550and on the patchwork tiles she dances
551and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
552
553to hide a brief, undressing glimpse of a dirty cigarette dangling from her lip
554
555and a cotton belt around her melon-sized hips.
556
557from her feet, a grinning red grin,
558
559hangs
560
561in jaundiced, spiky clouds
562
563the twittering
564
565knocker-thumbed face of the woman with the megaphone
566
567at the microphone the burning ears of the stowaway
568
569raises
570
571a microphone-shaped mouth and shouts
572
573and out into the dark he sees
574
575the dirty hands of city workers and its rising water-soaked trashed-strewn sidewalks,
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577the gummed up shoes and greasy stubbly tunics
578
579and the eyes that stare, dark glassy and yellow-lined
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581and a moist black face.
582
583the radio echoes
584
585and she knows.
586
587she knows<|endoftext|>An Italian man who climbed a 7,500-metre mountain without bottled oxygen and burned only water and nothing else has received repeated death threats on the internet.
588
589Vincenzo Colombo is the first person to be reported to have survived the toil on Mont Blanc without the help of oxygen.
590
591The 28-year-old explained that he climbed the Matterhorn in 2002 without oxygen or special acclimatisation because he had read about it in a Spanish mountaineering guide book.
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593We’ll tell you what’s true. You can form your own view. From 15p €0.18 $0.18 $0.27 a day, more exclusives, analysis and extras.
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595"It was in another country then, and the news of it did not last long," he told the Guardian in an interview.
596
597He had also hiked the Everest without access to oxygen, before going to Zermatt in Switzerland in 2006 to summit a 5,200-metre peak, which he had successfully climbed four times previously.
598
599After a series of ill-fated ascents, Colombo and his friends decided they would attempt to scale Mont Blanc without bottled oxygen.
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601Despite warnings, the attempt was accepted, and in 2010 Colombo and his group left the mountain on a remote path above 2,800 metres (9,200 feet).
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603While a sherpa guide could communicate with climbers in his section of the mountain, Colombo had no radio on his. Instead, he waved down climbers on the other side of the mountain.
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605Having no spare clothes to use as light sources, he carried a headlamp to light his way and used his bare hands to create icicles, which he placed over his head and back until he reached the summit.
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607Colombo passed out on the way back down and slept for four nights.
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609After failing to contact his friends and getting no response from people on the other side of the mountain, he went back out to check on them. He said there
610Sample, 5  of  15
611poem 1: stride
612
613her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
614and the world is ending.
615a hundred streets 
616unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
617opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
618and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
619whose animal hoots are car-horns and
620whose cries are lonely advertisements.
621
622from her knockoff prada handbag she 
623withdraws
624a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
625and stares
626at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
627and two streaks of turquoise underlining
628two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
629upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
630behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
631an elegant, lithe, 
632crying 
633face.
634(the world is ending, after all.)
635
636in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
637like the wings of some green nylon bird
638poised to take flight before
639she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
640the gold and silver bracelets which hang
641slack around her wrists,
642jangle in metallic agreement.
643only her button-down dress
644where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
645grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
646is placid,
647patient with her pace.
648(fast enough already, because
649the world is ending.)
650
651telecom cables shatter skies and
652high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
653panasonic widescreens consume silences and
654delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
655the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
656and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
657and through the dreamlike smog she rises
658and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
659and on the patchwork tiles she dances
660and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
661
662and tugs and shakes. through which she is drenched,
663
664forever wet, forever naked, she floats through the tangle of umbrellas
665
666and the
667
668electric confetti
669
670which crackle and splatter in phantom rainbows and caryatids and pomegranate blossoms.
671
672only when the sidewalk smells like wild garlic do cars collide with
673
674brigades of worried riot police, but the sounds of their creaking,
675
676dispensing tools are all to
677
678the
679
680phantom feet. on the grass she pauses, looking
681
682into the vague distance,
683
684peering for pneumatic drips like sounds of spinning gears in our own lives,
685
686as if gazing into
687
688the future of those who have yet to develop
689
690such a thing.
691
692like she
693
694might
695
696be one of us now, in the cities we love, riding a rainy November evening up and over, and beyond, the swollen raft of steel-green bridges stacked higher and higher, protecting us from the destruction
697
698of our own lives.
699
700the world is ending.
701
702RANKNNNNNN.<|endoftext|>TORONTO – Jack Wilshere says his appetite for England’s upcoming friendlies has been revived by an unusual supporter.
703
704The Arsenal midfielder was pictured outside a city hotel last weekend holding a sign that read “PSYCHOPATHS” when the Dutch met their hosts in Amsterdam.
705
706Wilshere broke his leg in the second-last round of the FA Cup in March, only to return for the start of last season, making 26 appearances in all competitions for Arsenal, scoring three goals.
707
708He believes his recovery from the injury has helped him to regain a sense of calm and to enjoy his football again.
709
710“I had recovered, I was back playing again and was actually enjoying the football,” Wilshere told reporters. “I think that’s what I needed and I was able to play in the last few games against Stoke and Crystal Palace, which was nice. And then here at the Euros, which is an opportunity to play every two or three days.
711
712“If I can have that mentality and enjoy the football, I think it will help my chance of playing for England. It helps to keep an appetite, but we’ll see. I’m just trying to take every opportunity and do as much as I can for England, so hopefully that continues.”
713
714Wilshere expressed satisfaction that he’s been given the chance to continue to develop his game after being frozen out of England’s first-team plans following a badly fractured fibula which he suffered in a car accident in November 2014.
715
716The 24-year-old says the confidence and skills he’s been forced to develop in training camps for club and country are helping him to
717Sample, 6  of  15
718poem 1: stride
719
720her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
721and the world is ending.
722a hundred streets 
723unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
724opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
725and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
726whose animal hoots are car-horns and
727whose cries are lonely advertisements.
728
729from her knockoff prada handbag she 
730withdraws
731a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
732and stares
733at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
734and two streaks of turquoise underlining
735two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
736upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
737behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
738an elegant, lithe, 
739crying 
740face.
741(the world is ending, after all.)
742
743in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
744like the wings of some green nylon bird
745poised to take flight before
746she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
747the gold and silver bracelets which hang
748slack around her wrists,
749jangle in metallic agreement.
750only her button-down dress
751where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
752grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
753is placid,
754patient with her pace.
755(fast enough already, because
756the world is ending.)
757
758telecom cables shatter skies and
759high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
760panasonic widescreens consume silences and
761delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
762the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
763and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
764and through the dreamlike smog she rises
765and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
766and on the patchwork tiles she dances
767and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
768
769like a chicken woven of clouds
770
771and with her feet she produces needles snaking across
772
773hazy skies.
774
775(the world is ending, after all.)
776
777in the filthy, pulsating neon dens of high-rises her stroke takes a back
778
779on the top of an immense pyramid fashioned of rigid white plastic stretched over end-to-end to become a vast cyclopean curtain
780
781the chime of whose inner bell sounds like the sine wave of echolocation
782
783and at the last, up high, ringing from above with her foot
784
785as the world-crusher drags an unaltered moon, a glowing orb
786
787and from her bulging fist she swings down into an abyss as dark and as cold as death and it is all
788
789a stripmall that waits for the eon’s inevitable timing
790
791her winged feet, in tempo
792
793ingress the neon skin for an erupting
794
795computer core. in the hardware library of anonymous sites she begins the
796
797statement
798
799this is your
800
801book of poems
802
803and after a time
804
805alone and in the dark in a place
806
807so far
808
809below the ceaseless rolling plop of the elevator on its upturned elevator door
810
811she unlocks her laptop
812
813and clicks open the
814
815generic Windows live directory on which her instant novel is
816
817old news
818
819rushed
820
821from last week
822
823to share with the recipient, who may have received it
824
825within
826
827one minute
828
829before its closing screen.
830
831she clicks to open it.
832
833and lo the interface pops
834
835over
836
837to her. the sounds of clamour. the rise and fall of gravity. a red search bar appears.
838
839below, a blue delete box. she expands the red box. the blinking box.
840
841she clicks on her word and ‘the
842
843world
844
845is ending’ is printed
846
847on the white background.
848
849in the pane which freezes on its centre and suddenly and abruptly alerts the viewer to its lethal
850
851obliteration
852
853waiting to occur
854
855the dome of a hundred building bursts
856
857with the anxious voids of the suspended columns
858
859and she clicks to open
860
861the
862
863browser
864
865and the
866
867pages begin to flip
868
869and in the split second after her words are published on the internet,
870
871they have
872
873no
874
875more meaning.
876
877They’re nothing but the names of hell
878
879and
880
881which by chance happens to be on that very website.
882
883(something)
884
885must
886
887be
888
889acknowledged
890
891in
892
893which
894
895the
896
897unending,
898
899enormous, inhuman,
900
901lingering sense of ersatz quality slips aside
902
903and from her fingers shoots a resentful
904Sample, 7  of  15
905poem 1: stride
906
907her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
908and the world is ending.
909a hundred streets 
910unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
911opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
912and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
913whose animal hoots are car-horns and
914whose cries are lonely advertisements.
915
916from her knockoff prada handbag she 
917withdraws
918a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
919and stares
920at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
921and two streaks of turquoise underlining
922two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
923upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
924behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
925an elegant, lithe, 
926crying 
927face.
928(the world is ending, after all.)
929
930in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
931like the wings of some green nylon bird
932poised to take flight before
933she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
934the gold and silver bracelets which hang
935slack around her wrists,
936jangle in metallic agreement.
937only her button-down dress
938where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
939grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
940is placid,
941patient with her pace.
942(fast enough already, because
943the world is ending.)
944
945telecom cables shatter skies and
946high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
947panasonic widescreens consume silences and
948delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
949the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
950and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
951and through the dreamlike smog she rises
952and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
953and on the patchwork tiles she dances
954and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
955
956and up through midtown finds herself at home
957
958in her little, cosy little home on a quiet, slushy, tiny lawn
959
960laid with pink, delicate lilac yards.
961
962call out
963
964a chorus of fingers crooning unaltered incantations
965
966to the caged bird. take it away and wave it away
967
968oink in deep burbles and seven faint nights in a tiny rattle
969
970troubled with wasted sounds and a tiny laboratory lights
971
972once the air is replete with rumbling, metronomic knots
973
974and the aquarius lights swivel, dip, twist, and squeeze the late,
975
976weak moonlight shining with dusk-light orange and
977
978through the window she sees the faces of the stranger children
979
980and knows that she is her own mother on the next bedroom over.
981
982swirls its wafty silver in the television mausoleum 
983
984round the mahogany chandelier that smells of violet cigarette smoke and
985
986with one hand on her overcoat and sipping her bottle of
987
988soda and wining her peppermint from a can in her jaunty black shoes she
989
990closes the door
991
992and there, in the dim bathroom,
993
994with a washcloth and a wide umbrella her voice is hoarse,
995
996“let’s take that door and there,
997
998and there,
999
1000and there,
1001
1002and there,
1003
1004and then pull the nails out of this bathroom door,
1005
1006and rip down that stained doorjam,
1007
1008and…”
1009
1010flesh boils with sparks
1011
1012and she hurries to the gasping bar with other people in robes
1013
1014wearing sunglasses
1015
1016with smoky brown lids on
1017
1018“What did I say?
1019
1020Did I say anything?”
1021
1022and they read her lips again and
1023
1024“don’t say no more please,
1025
1026please,
1027
1028please, please don’t say no more please,
1029
1030please…”<|endoftext|>And, yes, I believe in God.
1031
1032But, no, I don’t believe in a polysexual deity whose followers
1033
1034have tons of sex.
1035
1036This past Monday evening, I watched the Christians on television dancing in perfect unison, in beautiful unison. The guitar chords overlapped, waltzing through. It was one of the most moving and emotional things I’ve ever watched. No question. Jesus was dancing on the TV, and those were dancers. These weren’t Romans or Samurai. These were Christians. And they were so happy.
1037
1038
1039
1040And they were probably looking at a TV camera. They were probably looking at you.
1041
1042Was it a contrived, forced, laughing fest? I don’t know. I doubt it was. But as far
1043Sample, 8  of  15
1044poem 1: stride
1045
1046her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
1047and the world is ending.
1048a hundred streets 
1049unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
1050opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
1051and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
1052whose animal hoots are car-horns and
1053whose cries are lonely advertisements.
1054
1055from her knockoff prada handbag she 
1056withdraws
1057a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
1058and stares
1059at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
1060and two streaks of turquoise underlining
1061two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
1062upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
1063behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
1064an elegant, lithe, 
1065crying 
1066face.
1067(the world is ending, after all.)
1068
1069in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
1070like the wings of some green nylon bird
1071poised to take flight before
1072she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
1073the gold and silver bracelets which hang
1074slack around her wrists,
1075jangle in metallic agreement.
1076only her button-down dress
1077where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
1078grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
1079is placid,
1080patient with her pace.
1081(fast enough already, because
1082the world is ending.)
1083
1084telecom cables shatter skies and
1085high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
1086panasonic widescreens consume silences and
1087delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
1088the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
1089and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
1090and through the dreamlike smog she rises
1091and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
1092and on the patchwork tiles she dances
1093and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
1094
1095and she’s a dragon
1096
1097a slithering, twin-tailed, slit-eyed dragon
1098
1099breathing
1100
1101terrifyingly clear air into her mouth
1102
1103and the hands
1104
1105of her dragon-friend are fuzzy
1106
1107melons, drawn from the cellars
1108
1109whose heads she holds:
1110
1111Here’s this pail of water and here’s this wheel of ice and here’s this cauldron of fire and here’s my heat so hot it smolders your world with it
1112
1113and I hear you scream and nobody can hear, nobody
1114
1115walls
1116
1117and here’s a dollar bill and here’s these chairs
1118
1119which would run out of chairs at once if I sat in them
1120
1121and now I’m melting like ice-cold fire because I’m burned
1122
1123by your cares
1124
1125and I pull a gun on the veins of my friend’s neck
1126
1127and her bulbous lips move weakly like pigeon feet
1128
1129and the
1130
1131parallel plane of the telephone array,
1132
1133on the floor, shines and blood pools  like liquid hands, 
1134
1135sticky and butchers’
1136
1137hands, lying athwart 
1138and it’s soft and wriggles on
1139
1140and the sound of her voice, she says: “How’d you do?” and the clouds roll away and an amusement park
1141
1142lies
1143
1144open before her, for some reason
1145
1146dreamed from a distant dream.
1147
1148—an amusement park.
1149
1150—amusement park.
1151
1152—and where am I?<|endoftext|>In the Canadian province of Alberta, a new law says people need a warrant to collect data from a device that’s connected to the Internet. Some believe the law is vague, that it targets Internet providers and that it puts companies at risk of costly lawsuits.
1153
1154Alberta Liberal Premier Rachel Notley, a civil libertarian, said Wednesday that since she became premier last fall, she has worked to create a more accountable and transparent process for making determinations about what warrants should be required.
1155
1156The new law isn’t like it’s similar in other provinces, like Nova Scotia and Quebec, which require the police to get search warrants from a judge to find evidence in a cell phone.
1157
1158“When we came into office, we said that we’d focus on defending Alberta’s interests in the national arena in the Charter of Rights and Freedoms. We didn’t mean to restrict, or impose any restrictions, on how we operated,” Notley said.
1159
1160That’s the reason why, she said, the government hired a new privacy commissioner.
1161
1162But some groups are unhappy with Notley’s government.
1163
1164“This is a protectionist kind of law that absolutely
1165Sample, 9  of  15
1166poem 1: stride
1167
1168her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
1169and the world is ending.
1170a hundred streets 
1171unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
1172opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
1173and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
1174whose animal hoots are car-horns and
1175whose cries are lonely advertisements.
1176
1177from her knockoff prada handbag she 
1178withdraws
1179a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
1180and stares
1181at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
1182and two streaks of turquoise underlining
1183two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
1184upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
1185behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
1186an elegant, lithe, 
1187crying 
1188face.
1189(the world is ending, after all.)
1190
1191in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
1192like the wings of some green nylon bird
1193poised to take flight before
1194she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
1195the gold and silver bracelets which hang
1196slack around her wrists,
1197jangle in metallic agreement.
1198only her button-down dress
1199where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
1200grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
1201is placid,
1202patient with her pace.
1203(fast enough already, because
1204the world is ending.)
1205
1206telecom cables shatter skies and
1207high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
1208panasonic widescreens consume silences and
1209delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
1210the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
1211and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
1212and through the dreamlike smog she rises
1213and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
1214and on the patchwork tiles she dances
1215and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
1216
1217in a jaunty, light-bloced bunting swept back just right
1218
1219and she looks like an exotic, uptight duchy
1220
1221
1222
1223and there’s fire all around her and she’s
1224
1225limping around amidst the smoke of cars
1226
1227but even as she lies in the ash she
1228
1229floats and floats
1230
1231as if this
1232
1233she of the duchess’s (café) corset and chinos and long windbreaker
1234
1235also had
1236
1237all the things just
1238
1239as you and me.
1240
1241
1242
1243the bygone songs
1244
1245are gone,
1246
1247but the parades remain
1248
1249and baring wily faces face-to-face, teenage girls and boy braces and
1250
1251beads,
1252
1253they clap as they see her,
1254
1255rising like coconuts from earth,
1256
1257and dart their glistening bodies
1258
1259up a glass culvert,
1260
1261dancing to
1262
1263silent music that sounds like
1264
1265a digital oar. her smile is bold and warm.
1266
1267and a girl in black shirt and sleeves tears up as the first crush to touch her turns
1268
1269with a punch that sends her to a pace of her own.
1270
1271
1272
1273composition
1274
1275two or four words
1276
1277(compose-er)
1278
1279two or four words
1280
1281(compose-er)
1282
1283
1284
1285la donna
1286
1287was
1288
1289the greatest
1290
1291in every sense of the word,
1292
1293
1294
1295and
1296
1297the rest
1298
1299stretch
1300
1301out as far as one can go, but even
1302
1303the greatest pianist
1304
1305shows
1306
1307heart,
1308
1309hand and elbow
1310
1311in a sweet dance
1312
1313one that goes on endlessly, until
1314
1315the end
1316
1317of words.
1318
1319
1320
1321she is
1322
1323dancing
1324
1325with
1326
1327a warm, loving smile,
1328
1329and the girl with the braces and the bangle and the braces and the clothes she wears and jewelry the color of tea leafing
1330
1331begins to turn white and pale and sickly and reaches a point where it bends into a black pit.
1332
1333to change all this, we need
1334
1335to introduce
1336
1337music into the life
1338
1339of the world
1340
1341but we can’t
1342
1343the world is ending.
1344
1345
1346
1347suddenly the moment has come.
1348
1349to change all this, we need
1350
1351to release the grace of two people from some curse, from one from
1352
1353another, and they stand
1354
1355and they dance
1356
1357around the same pipe and this is an incredible dance,
1358
1359but its a dancing piano.
1360
1361this is an incredible work of art.
1362
1363
1364
1365-- ricky morden
1366
136715 March 2005<|endoftext|>Anybody who has been reading TechCrunch for any time in the past year has come across most
1368Sample, 10  of  15
1369poem 1: stride
1370
1371her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
1372and the world is ending.
1373a hundred streets 
1374unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
1375opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
1376and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
1377whose animal hoots are car-horns and
1378whose cries are lonely advertisements.
1379
1380from her knockoff prada handbag she 
1381withdraws
1382a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
1383and stares
1384at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
1385and two streaks of turquoise underlining
1386two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
1387upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
1388behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
1389an elegant, lithe, 
1390crying 
1391face.
1392(the world is ending, after all.)
1393
1394in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
1395like the wings of some green nylon bird
1396poised to take flight before
1397she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
1398the gold and silver bracelets which hang
1399slack around her wrists,
1400jangle in metallic agreement.
1401only her button-down dress
1402where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
1403grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
1404is placid,
1405patient with her pace.
1406(fast enough already, because
1407the world is ending.)
1408
1409telecom cables shatter skies and
1410high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
1411panasonic widescreens consume silences and
1412delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
1413the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
1414and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
1415and through the dreamlike smog she rises
1416and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
1417and on the patchwork tiles she dances
1418and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
1419
1420like a drifting dream.(and a hundred streets are changing but the world’s ending.)
1421
14222: stomp
1423
1424hey your driver comes after you
1425
1426the lights come on twice
1427
1428there are cars leaving or coming
1429
1430there’s an intersection block in front of me
1431
1432you wanna get on a bus
1433
1434listen to the bus driver and he’s keeping
1435
1436you in check
1437
1438cause he’s telling the truth
1439
1440the direction he’s going is
1441
1442toward the end of things
1443
1444into ash.
1445
1446come on, go for it
1447
1448to the liquor store
1449
1450you don’t like being here
1451
1452but you’ve got to be here
1453
1454you’ve got to be drunk
1455
1456to the liquor store
1457
1458the phone rings
1459
1460you think that you heard that somewhere
1461
1462you don’t say anything,
1463
1464but you do
1465
1466and you go for it
1467
1468to the liquor store
1469
1470the bottle won’t open
1471
1472but your breath is
1473
1474black
1475
1476and your eyes are sad and
1477
1478they squint.
1479
1480you wash your face
1481
1482with a scoop of ice and chug a glass of cool water
1483
1484and right when you feel satisfied you
1485
1486know you were rambling and it sounds just like that.
1487
14883: muster
1489
1490Diggz come
1491
1492flick fingers
1493
1494to each other in midair
1495
1496screw
1497
1498ass
1499
1500repeat
1501
1502imagine a rock
1503
1504into a straitjacket
1505
1506hesitantly
1507
1508he turns his head and you’re not
1509
1510wherever you were
1511
1512but where?
1513
1514into ash
1515
1516he turns and you can hear
1517
1518the honking truck.
1519
15204: call
1521
1522these phones are
1523
1524bad
1525
1526call them from a cellphone
1527
1528call out your own name
1529
1530call in sick
1531
1532say hi
1533
1534run into the suburbs
1535
1536don’t walk
1537
1538please
1539
1540into ash
1541
1542(“hi, I’m Kate Griffin”)
1543
1544into ash
1545
1546with your heart close
1547
1548and your hands in your pockets
1549
1550(“go see Phyllis McLaughlin”)
1551
1552into ash
1553
1554(“go see Phyllis McLaughlin”)
1555
1556into ash
1557
1558(“go see Phyllis McLaughlin”)
1559
1560into ash
1561
1562(“go see Phyllis McLaughlin”)
1563
1564into ash
1565
1566(“go see Phyllis McLaughlin”)
1567
1568into ash
1569
1570(“go see Phyllis McLaughlin”)
1571
1572to ash
1573
1574(“go see Phyllis McLaughlin”)
1575
1576to ash
1577
1578(
1579Sample, 11  of  15
1580poem 1: stride
1581
1582her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
1583and the world is ending.
1584a hundred streets 
1585unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
1586opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
1587and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
1588whose animal hoots are car-horns and
1589whose cries are lonely advertisements.
1590
1591from her knockoff prada handbag she 
1592withdraws
1593a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
1594and stares
1595at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
1596and two streaks of turquoise underlining
1597two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
1598upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
1599behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
1600an elegant, lithe, 
1601crying 
1602face.
1603(the world is ending, after all.)
1604
1605in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
1606like the wings of some green nylon bird
1607poised to take flight before
1608she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
1609the gold and silver bracelets which hang
1610slack around her wrists,
1611jangle in metallic agreement.
1612only her button-down dress
1613where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
1614grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
1615is placid,
1616patient with her pace.
1617(fast enough already, because
1618the world is ending.)
1619
1620telecom cables shatter skies and
1621high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
1622panasonic widescreens consume silences and
1623delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
1624the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
1625and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
1626and through the dreamlike smog she rises
1627and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
1628and on the patchwork tiles she dances
1629and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
1630
1631with frantic shadows, stitched double, a powerful necktie,
1632
1633and dancing steps stand up as if by will
1634
1635and she strides out ahead of the line of
1636
1637traffic and she gives her wrists an inch and
1638
1639walks in line with other poor bargain-priced long-haired girls, and hoards of glamorous hot-heads keep watching 
1640
1641to see
1642
1643how far she’ll push
1644
1645it, but she maintains her gaze,
1646
1647no matter how impassive it is.
1648
1649and her reedy figure is wiry, she has her arms
1650
1651like pairs of crooked mouse-mittens and up her knees her dress rustles
1652
1653like a broken mirror in the wind.
1654
1655he whose cell phone is never turned off is not impressed
1656
1657by the women striding by in high heels
1658
1659and whose cell phone is always in his pocket
1660
1661is not impressed by the women strutting down the street in equally ill-fitting low-heeled chinos.
1662
1663and who has a body that’s as spindly and strutting as his feet is in a hurry
1664
1665to get somewhere, somewhere better.
1666
1667he is enraged,
1668
1669and suddenly she has to know and he starts to say it.
1670
1671he has to think of words, words of apology.
1672
1673the greatest words, the most important words, words of comforting comfort.
1674
1675but
1676
1677no, there is nothing of comfort, not for she.
1678
1679the city is always changing.
1680
1681the sky is yellow.
1682
1683on p. 75, view of tree-filled neighborhood, arty shops beside parking garages
1684
1685are the abstract fractals of myna birds which
1686
1687size themselves
1688
1689in relief and one overflows with insectic characteristics.
1690
1691on p. 54, she crosses a rippling green
1692
1693“by” road in a somber grey-blue, reaching for a contrast-striped
1694
1695brick wall which turns out to be merely
1696
1697laid out
1698
1699on its new vertical purpose in new-wondrous architecture
1700
1701and five years later it’s reconfigured again
1702
1703as a mosaic of
1704
1705dark flowers suspended
1706
1707in aquamarine waters (p. 76)
1708
1709and most people have no idea that in twenty years
1710
1711the same river will have rolled east and the same park will have been plowed,
1712
1713reduced
1714
1715by the return of forestry in the form of modern works and transformed
1716
1717into a
1718
1719garden planned for three million people.
1720
1721The words pass her off to the poem’s narrator, the wind-and-rain poet Christopher Tomlins. “beautiful phraseology,” he calls the opening line, a phrase of exact resonance with a female form. It’s also a short line, given the length of the poem
1722Sample, 12  of  15
1723poem 1: stride
1724
1725her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
1726and the world is ending.
1727a hundred streets 
1728unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
1729opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
1730and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
1731whose animal hoots are car-horns and
1732whose cries are lonely advertisements.
1733
1734from her knockoff prada handbag she 
1735withdraws
1736a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
1737and stares
1738at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
1739and two streaks of turquoise underlining
1740two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
1741upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
1742behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
1743an elegant, lithe, 
1744crying 
1745face.
1746(the world is ending, after all.)
1747
1748in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
1749like the wings of some green nylon bird
1750poised to take flight before
1751she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
1752the gold and silver bracelets which hang
1753slack around her wrists,
1754jangle in metallic agreement.
1755only her button-down dress
1756where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
1757grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
1758is placid,
1759patient with her pace.
1760(fast enough already, because
1761the world is ending.)
1762
1763telecom cables shatter skies and
1764high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
1765panasonic widescreens consume silences and
1766delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
1767the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
1768and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
1769and through the dreamlike smog she rises
1770and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
1771and on the patchwork tiles she dances
1772and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
1773
1774and she smiles
1775
1776and the
1777
1778whisper of a crushed silver ball falls between two black cushions
1779
1780and a sleeveless white tank top crumbles  to
1781
1782a dark blue waterfall rests on
1783
1784the ancient old rug
1785
1786and a white curtain shimmies out
1787
1788from
1789
1790a golden blind and a curious milking elevator
1791
1792rose and went down and climbed up
1793
1794and higher and cooler as she went. only
1795
1796a deceptively plain hairpiece mops up the oil of her breath.
1797
1798the male anxiety of assembly
1799
1800along the New York street grid quivers its,
1801
1802I
1803
1804beyond
1805
1806a microphone,
1807
1808a globe set in a truck-lid
1809
1810(it’s all a blur. a flash. a flash of a flash. a flash, flash,
1811
1812a flash,
1813
1814a flash,
1815
1816an explosion of flashes)
1817
1818or a remote control,
1819
1820beyond
1821
1822a battering field of dirty pants and rain socks,
1823
1824beyond
1825
1826the living room near the stove in a beachside town
1827
1828where the towels are
1829
1830metallic and knit
1831
1832and the hostess sits
1833
1834the seat over to the right, half-lunched like a car’s
1835
1836after the prow.
1837
1838beat
1839
1840after the riff, the hostess in the
1841
1842all-white, light-speckled pleather chair, eyes closed in anticipation of a stereo
1843
1844version
1845
1846of herself, remote-controlled gown illuminated and slightly translucent in the late afternoon light, the hostess bending
1847
1848with a broken wink to the side,
1849
1850enjoying the weight of her ass in the ashtray, the sticky,
1851
1852cloying heat, the echo of the beach-rattled fifty-cent cigarette
1853
1854or the warmth of the shore,
1855
1856the strong breeze drawing the seats a little closer.
1857
1858the cloud
1859
1860of your condensation
1861
1862in the Tupperware as she air-drummed
1863
1864or danced,
1865
1866the chit-chatting girl behind the desk
1867
1868and your ignorant woman,
1869
1870throwing this hand
1871
1872through the window for the seventy-dollar cigar. the bird
1873
1874the bird
1875
1876the book the book
1877
1878whatever was left of it
1879
1880fell on the plate. your thick tongue
1881
1882that takes you up, up, up, up into the air,
1883
1884the steel tip
1885
1886of the saw
1887
1888the plastic-rimmed glass
1889
1890the dew dripping
1891
1892from the woman’s palm. the pen
1893
1894the knife she cut and expertly stabbed
1895
1896through the hayman’s coat. the stroke of her fingers
1897
1898that drew out a new strand
1899
1900of hair
1901
1902with every stroke
1903
1904the freshet of blood
1905Sample, 13  of  15
1906poem 1: stride
1907
1908her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
1909and the world is ending.
1910a hundred streets 
1911unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
1912opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
1913and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
1914whose animal hoots are car-horns and
1915whose cries are lonely advertisements.
1916
1917from her knockoff prada handbag she 
1918withdraws
1919a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
1920and stares
1921at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
1922and two streaks of turquoise underlining
1923two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
1924upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
1925behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
1926an elegant, lithe, 
1927crying 
1928face.
1929(the world is ending, after all.)
1930
1931in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
1932like the wings of some green nylon bird
1933poised to take flight before
1934she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
1935the gold and silver bracelets which hang
1936slack around her wrists,
1937jangle in metallic agreement.
1938only her button-down dress
1939where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
1940grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
1941is placid,
1942patient with her pace.
1943(fast enough already, because
1944the world is ending.)
1945
1946telecom cables shatter skies and
1947high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
1948panasonic widescreens consume silences and
1949delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
1950the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
1951and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
1952and through the dreamlike smog she rises
1953and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
1954and on the patchwork tiles she dances
1955and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
1956
1957and floats into sunburst windows, through flooded shophouses and seething ghettos
1958
1959and over cracked paving and on roofs fat with dark, moldy people her lace-circled tail
1960
1961feels eternally damp
1962
1963and she slips down as if on silk
1964
1965and onto an open bed and though her stomach pounds
1966
1967an inscrutable, fragile mass of flesh
1968
1969and if even here, after all the world is ending, she keeps breath
1970
1971then she tries
1972
1973to keep breath
1974
1975and on the ottoman her nipple penetrates
1976
1977and she suckles so
1978
1979that the puked wax drips from the cracks between her legs, drool splashes,
1980
1981plum pudding drops
1982
1983like falling rain
1984
1985and the mirror restlessly pivots 
1986
1987and a thousand eyes smile with the hundred
1988
1989eyes of Velveteen Chicks<|endoftext|>This time last year we saw Star Wars: The Force Awakens. The film, directed by J.J. Abrams, was a massive success, proving to be far superior than Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, a film that many believed, quite fittingly, should have won the first Star Wars entry at the time. However, the critically and commercially successful The Force Awakens took a solid six weeks to cross $500 million in domestic box office returns, making it the first Star Wars film to do so, and quite the achievement.
1990
1991But speaking to Business Insider, producer and Marvel Studios head Kevin Feige doesn’t believe that The Force Awakens has been widely imitated, noting that Lucasfilm is taking its lead from the first Star Wars film:
1992
1993“J.J. and George and Kathleen [Kennedy] are not looking to find what was not done before, in their universe. They don’t want to see the rest of the blockbusters copy the first movie. They set out to reinvent. They set out to have it be the first movie of a trilogy, and when people discovered that, which was actually, in the case of Force Awakens, only on a trailer and in the films, some of them didn’t find it satisfying. They’re having to develop the heck out of that universe.”
1994
1995At this point, everyone has heard about the different origin stories the likes of X-Men: Apocalypse, and the upcoming Thor: Ragnarok in a similar light as J.J. Abrams has been taking a gamble by not taking Star Wars as a template for all future installments in the series. Not being afraid to be original like Lucasfilm’s earlier films is refreshing for many, but that doesn’t mean it’s been as successful as some might hope. But, in case you think this is hyperbole, look no further than the most recent Independence Day sequel, “Independence Day: Resurgence,” which saw a slower response and lower box office returns, despite boasting
1996Sample, 14  of  15
1997poem 1: stride
1998
1999her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
2000and the world is ending.
2001a hundred streets 
2002unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
2003opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
2004and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
2005whose animal hoots are car-horns and
2006whose cries are lonely advertisements.
2007
2008from her knockoff prada handbag she 
2009withdraws
2010a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
2011and stares
2012at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
2013and two streaks of turquoise underlining
2014two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
2015upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
2016behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
2017an elegant, lithe, 
2018crying 
2019face.
2020(the world is ending, after all.)
2021
2022in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
2023like the wings of some green nylon bird
2024poised to take flight before
2025she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
2026the gold and silver bracelets which hang
2027slack around her wrists,
2028jangle in metallic agreement.
2029only her button-down dress
2030where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
2031grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
2032is placid,
2033patient with her pace.
2034(fast enough already, because
2035the world is ending.)
2036
2037telecom cables shatter skies and
2038high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
2039panasonic widescreens consume silences and
2040delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
2041the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
2042and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
2043and through the dreamlike smog she rises
2044and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
2045and on the patchwork tiles she dances
2046and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
2047
2048or something more forceful. she
2049
2050himself is a pattern and she catches
2051
2052pinpoint
2053
2054against tiny organs of exposed pink and folds out of sight
2055
2056as her dress stands out the way a girl’s hair
2057
2058exists in front of the face and against the shoulders and falls to set on end.
2059
2060on the pavement she stares
2061
2062at black-and-white television sets as her breasts ripple
2063
2064in undifferentiated
2065
2066wind and her pulse beats loudly in the small seams that snag her long blue chain-stays
2067
2068that flutter in the same way.
2069
2070she rises higher
2071
2072and onto subway tracks
2073
2074and into the interior of unfinished buildings,
2075
2076when a sudden revelation
2077
2078clicks into her consciousness and she stands in the center of a building and
2079
2080follows the concourse wall after wall as it glides past, faces up,
2081
2082shredded, dull and
2083
2084void and the space-to-space projection which overpowers space from above
2085
2086but is blind to the centripetal power that powers a dense sliver of humanity
2087
2088in its slow, graceful locomotion. she steps
2089
2090admirably on wobbly stilts
2091
2092over a vertiginous mezzanine, inexplicably assured that she
2093
2094truly is lagging behind. her eyes lock onto passing
2095
2096seismic iron structures hewn deep into walls and towers
2097
2098and concrete plates until all that
2099
2100is left is an awesome, sprawling highway
2101
2102with a peculiar labyrinthian intimacy. at first she
2103
2104tried to examine it
2105
2106as if it was
2107
2108like a travel guide to the universe and
2109
2110then she realized
2111
2112that it was just part of it. the catacombs of the
2113
2114city were not unknown to her but rather just the permutations
2115
2116of the inherent weaknesses
2117
2118of this vast system of tunnels and highway-bridges and
2119
2120dense cityscape which, in its energy and form, was more archaic and more
2121
2122natural
2123 than something alien.
2124
2125only an old friend, from before the world
2126
2127was
2128
2129ending, could help her survive here.
2130
2131“whatever you’re doing,” she mumbles
2132
2133to her uncle (or cousin, whatever
2134
2135the distinction is) “don’t overstay your welcome.
2136
2137you’re in the same
2138
2139danger as the rest of us,”
2140
2141and she goes on her way
2142
2143as the city burns and the days and the walls and the cellars die.
2144
2145she freezes in time in this single, dim apartment,
2146
2147but somehow it’s as if she wakes up here,
2148
2149from her sleep,
2150
2151and doesn’t even notice that she’s an hour
2152
2153short.
2154
2155then she
2156Sample, 15  of  15
2157poem 1: stride
2158
2159her name is vivi and she’s twenty-three
2160and the world is ending.
2161a hundred streets 
2162unfurl before her like a concrete tulip
2163opening to the rhythm of the business quarter
2164and there’s the hum of a silicon jungle
2165whose animal hoots are car-horns and
2166whose cries are lonely advertisements.
2167
2168from her knockoff prada handbag she 
2169withdraws
2170a mirror framed in flamingo-pink
2171and stares
2172at brows viciously trimmed into two slim commas, 
2173and two streaks of turquoise underlining
2174two wet eyes hypnotically fixed
2175upon dull-red lips tightly knotted, frowning
2176behind rain-tousled hair, hugging
2177an elegant, lithe, 
2178crying 
2179face.
2180(the world is ending, after all.)
2181
2182in the hot urban wind, her raincoat flutters
2183like the wings of some green nylon bird
2184poised to take flight before
2185she forbids it with criss-crossed arms.
2186the gold and silver bracelets which hang
2187slack around her wrists,
2188jangle in metallic agreement.
2189only her button-down dress
2190where embroidered flowers and sutured vines
2191grow freely on faded evening-purple fabric
2192is placid,
2193patient with her pace.
2194(fast enough already, because
2195the world is ending.)
2196
2197telecom cables shatter skies and
2198high-altitude bridges carve through clouds and
2199panasonic widescreens consume silences and
2200delivery drones zip through buttery arteries and
2201the city belches dragon-smoke in dark plumes
2202and up eleven upward-zagging stairs she ascends
2203and through the dreamlike smog she rises
2204and onto rain-slick roofs she steps
2205and on the patchwork tiles she dances
2206and from her hands, a patterned scarf unwinds 
2207
2208and she smiles to herself.
2209
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2214photograph by joel raeburn<|endoftext|>Fox News host Shepard Smith got caught on camera snooping around the Occupy Wall Street protest.
2215
2216The video, posted by ProPublica, shows Smith walking into a march in downtown Manhattan, roughly two hours after the protests began.
2217
2218“This is interesting,” Smith says. “I didn’t think the street existed in New York City.”
2219
2220Walking up and down Fifth Avenue — as an eyewitness filming the march exclaimed, “You can see it on video,” — Smith points out banks and corporate signs. “They had time to take up so much space and here I am — it’s like a museum of banks,” he quips.
2221
2222When one woman asks him why he is in the area, Smith says it is because the NYPD informed him of the protests and needed to know the people participating. He says he would have taken a different route, but followed directions to “keep everything clean.”
2223
2224“I was just curious, I guess, to see what all this was about,” he adds.
2225
2226“I do not approve of it,” Smith continues. “But it is going on now in New York City.”
2227
2228“That doesn’t make it right,” says one woman in the crowd.
2229
2230“No, it doesn’t,” Smith responds. “It’s also what our Constitution says.”
2231
2232“But they just passed a law giving them more power,” she says.
2233
2234
2235
2236
2237
2238Watch the video, embedded below via Poynter:
2239
2240[Man holding signs]
2241
2242
2243
2244
2245
2246This video is from ProPublica, broadcast Nov. 16, 2011.
2247
2248
2249
2250<|endoftext|>To Pronounce: Long Town House
2251
2252To Pronounce: Wedding Party
2253
2254To Pronounce: Accident
2255
2256To Pronounce: Donor
2257
2258To Pronounce: Custom House
2259
2260To Pronounce: Eliminate Insurance
2261
2262To Pronounce: Eliminate Driver
2263
2264To Pronounce: Eliminate Vehicle
2265
2266To Pronounce: Erase the Offline Clue
2267
2268To Pronounce: Equitable Court
2269
2270To Pronounce: Extension
2271
2272To Pronounce: Escape
2273
2274To Pronounce: Extraction
2275
2276To Pronounce: Finger of Death
2277
2278To Pronounce: Feather
2279
2280To Pronounce: First Precedent
2281
2282To Pronounce: Foot-in-the-door
2283
2284To Pronounce: Failure
2285
2286To Pronounce: Failure Proof
2287
2288To P