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This is hands down one of the best poems I’ve ever read. My dear friend Alida turned me on to it and ever since I’ve been obsessed. The poem is by Jeffrey McDaniel and it appears in his book The Splinter Factory, which you should obviously buy because he’s a poet
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Through sprawls of twisting novels, jolting poetry, and a touch of drugs, a clique of artists belonging to the late ‘50s crafted the Beat legacy. At the peak of their activity, general America viewed them as destructive, wicked, and super gay. Naturally, bookstores and classrooms now showcase their work around
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