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In 2015, just 62 individuals had the same wealth as 3.6 billion people — the bottom half of humanity. An Economy for the 1% — Oxfam International In the dreams of oligarchs The rest of us are Interchangeable nonentities Faceless helots of drudgery Who only exist To feed ourselves To carnivorous machines and factories For…
Here it is again: September 1, 1939, eighty-four years later. Can you picture Auden at The Dizzy Club, that “dive” on Fifty-Second Street, (aka Swing Street) on that terrible day when the Germans invaded Poland and quaked the earth? One of the best stanzas is a metaphorical description of that bar and others like it. Click…
Such strange creatures Contentment A fleeting ideal We chase voraciously To come in arm’s reach As it disintegrates Beneath our fingertips As I am I think Ergo I am Here on the ground Longing to be in the air Once there Desirous For gravity’s power Planting me firmly Terrestrially Only to gaze at the clouds…
I’m going to send this poem to everyone I know just to see who will give it love and let it take root just to see where my words can sprout how green they can be how well watered in this world. The post This Poem | Angelica Fuse appeared first on Best Poetry. Go…
What is the greatest noir movie? Suzanne Lummis: I think Double Indemnity of 1944 is seminal, though a couple of others before it have strong noir elements. But Double Indemnity’s got it all, a terrific script and story, thanks to director Billy Wilder; smart, cracking dialog, thanks to co-writer Raymond Chandler, master of the hardboiled detective novel; and…
A brief reading of Emily Dickinson’s We Grow Accustomed to the Dark. We grow accustomed to the Dark — When light is put away — As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye — A Moment — We uncertain step For newness of the night — Then — fit our Vision to…