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Black cats hanging out at a beatnik family's pad
(Allan Grant. 1959?)
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Black cats hanging out at a beatnik family's pad
(Allan Grant. 1959?)
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In Cowenâs collection, the poem âEmily White Witch of Amherstâ comes right after â[Someone I could kiss]â as though one poem answers the question of another. In âEmily White Witch of Amherst,â Cowen compares herself with Dickinson again. This time, âThe shy white witch of Amherst / killed her teachers / with her loveâ while Cowen reflects âRather mine entomb / my mind.â With each the teachers are dead, either annihilated or existing only in the mind. In this broad stroke, Cowen summarizes the work of poetry: to move forward and away, forging and digging new ground. Her work surely moves across planes of thought, awareness, and existence. In this movement, it can become difficult to locate Cowen, her titles ranging from âTeacherâââYour Body My Kabbalahâ to â[I want a cunt of golden pleasure].â But this is how we find her, we dig.
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I dig, you dig, they dig ,we dig, he digs , she digs. Its not a beautiful poem but its very deep. Do you dig this ?
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{hakuhiros yes} The delinquent didn't even think about /saying/ anything, rather opting to step in front of Haku and shove that annoying other person away forcefully. Turning a little, he then proceeded to simply snake an arm around the taller's waist, before leaning up to press a possessive kiss to Haku's lips. One does not simply flirt with Takahiro Uehara's boyfriend.
    People usually werenât that persistent - especially if     the strain had insisted on saying it was useless for them    to do so.     But it still happened, much to his disliking. He did not     know how long he would be able to remain polite in this    kind of situation, but was almost relieved to see his     boyfriend had found a way to cut this out.     Granted, it surprised him at first, but it did not take him    long to return that kiss. When they broke it, the person    was already gone.     Haku couldnât help a smile from curving at his lips, shaking    his head lightly. âWell, you sure know how to prove a point,    donât you? I like that.â Another quick kiss, to perhaps calm    his lover down. He knew he probably would still be annoyed    for a while after that. âThank you for getting rid of that     dumbass.â