Dripping excitedly from my earlobes And falling over my crowded routines A rain of Lucretius’ atoms Is just beginning...
Taksim Square appears at first a wide, featureless and unlovely place. It is a ganglion of roads and bus...
It’s 1957 and the press release still isn’t written[1] An actress dressed in black overalls stands on a theatrically...
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