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water-soaked, blur and fade. He signs his name, "Amerigo Vespucci," with a flourish. He is ... Page 109 from Issue 26 inside his own head. Vespucci himself is not so fine a sailor by any means. ... the heavy sheets of rain be distinguished from the great seas which break across the deck. The words ...
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"Because, you see, we always do our shopping Saturday morning. We kind of set it aside, we like to get down ... we," they said eagerly. "Isn't that funny, Horace? Can you 80 Issue 15 page ... Page 80 from Issue 15 ered her layers of fat in the folds of the dress material wrapped endlessly ...
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moments are quaint to us as we fatten on our cer­ tainties. We have managed to make sense out of the ... true faith. This is an error, a lie and the bedrock that sustains my nation. And now, right under my ... cryin' the whole night long. They will come, they always have. They will flourish, they always do. They ...
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Page 154 from Issue 55

(Happily wasps are sizzling, total war over a muddy pool.) Nearby the sea sprawls, an incurable complaint. ... Worse than gypsies we, our path rutted far past recognition, rove about, yet like sands tumbled, by the ... breezes tossing and the sea, namelessly in one place: rubble we pass, aimless suburbs, ever the same. Only ...
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Page 205 from Issue 80 47. Ibid., p. 16. 48. Ibid., p. 10. 49. Barth, p. 87. 50. Richard Flacks, ... Liberation, and Utopia," in Flacks, op. cit., pp. 312-13. 57. Barth, p. 324. 58. Ibid., p. 674. 59. ... p. 765. 61. Reilly, p. 10. 62. Barth, p. 324. 63. Gerald Graff, "Under Our Belt and Off Our ...
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Page 80 from Issue 132 We needed no translators. Birds chirping in our thousand tongues. All ... perched together on the highwires, the curbs. N ow they name me a hold of foul spirit. If I am befouled, ... who will pity me? Not the new converts. 0 rapture me, they cry. o seize my plain, pluck my sea rocks ...
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Page 207 from Issue 56

and she knows, and she loves you. The young girl you ordered out of your house is a woman with her own ... Page 207 from Issue 56 they couldn't even determine how long you'd been dead ... . You were thirty-seven. Now I am thirty-seven. King is dead, long live the King. The Nazi is dead, and ...
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our carapace. And sea gulls ride, careening waves like Bosch's ghouls. 33 Issue 80 page ... Page 33 from Issue 80 Underwater House Over here, behind the copse of lilacs, there's ... fish. Suds jiggle like gemstones in a dish. The house is for sale: four rooms and a bath. You can fix it ...

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