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Willa Cather: 24 Stories
Amsterdam Stories (New York Review Books Classics)
Strange Pilgrims: Stories
Lions, Harts, Leaping Does and Other Stories (Time Reading Program Special Edition)
The Long Valley

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American Vampire, Vol. 1

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American Vampire, Vol. 1

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Supernaut added 25 items to Standard Comics list
America
The Black Terror
Boots and Her Buddies
Kathy
The Unseen

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Best Magazines Ever (31 books items)
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Divergent (Divergent Trilogy, Book 1)

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A Storm of Swords: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Three

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Gang Busters
1st Issue Special

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mika_ added 1 item to 100 Favorite Books of Poetry list
Come and See: Poems
"After Watching Klimov's Agoniya" The peasant crosses from the farm to a train And enters a tunnel to the palace. The future watches him coming Like a child whose doll falls from her hands when the living approach. Ultimately he will be autopsied by nihilists Who act like God and photograph his corpse. The state goes on with its grim task of arresting its critics. “Find me a person, any person, and I will find a way to discredit him.” What was alcohol for a peasant was heroin for Stalin. The photographs of Rasputin’s face make me wish I could meet him and vomit. They are like unwrapped gauzes imprinted with mummies. His voracious gaze, his wild hair. They poisoned his cake and wine and shot him and shot him twice. But he wouldn’t die so they tossed him Through a hole in the frozen river. When the police found him, his arms were raised to lift the ice. People dropped buckets into that superhuman water and drank. Without an element of atheism, no religion can be credible. A black frost dapples his face and torso. They pickled his lingam; it was so long, they wanted to watch it. He started life as a poor agrarian boy who got in trouble with the authorities. Then he had a vision and walked from Siberia to Mount Athos. Now he represents a question. What makes one person Unable to inhabit his own skin? Once there was metaphysical socialism. Call it Christianity. Or Gnosticism? Images of munitions And wolves were sewn into his vestments. Because he was uncultivated, He was dangerous. A serf, a monk and a drunk haunting the royal family. We have to face reality. We are glad we were born in the west. There. We said it. Shame of embourgeoisement covers us. Shame on behalf of the women and children who defended their city Digging trenches in snow, Tarkovsky’s Ivan, Who lived in rooms smelling of wood and urine. Garlic, salt and black bread for supper. The fountains play at the western palace from eight to five pm. The spouts work on a system of gravity that God or someone invented. This discovery will become important to missile development. What went wrong when we were young? We had friends who became enemies of the state with us. Students who turned into deserters, then returned to capitalism. All was forgiven. So what did we fail to do then? Carry through! Reconstruction was the next ideology. Proud-bellied white men from the west got the last laugh. Since the invention of the laptop, disconnected figures flow From discarded works, phrases are resurrected. Isn’t this blasphemy like showing a saint in ballet tights? When these four words--You look well fed-- are said You are doomed by your revolutionary companions. You have no right to complain, having chosen to seek A piece of the pleasaure. Some moments in history last too long. They could have been whims but they became plans. Beauty is a despised agent for religion under these conditions. I open my eyes and can’t hear a word from the days of rebellion But when I close them, I hear “continuing revolution”. The spoils of a lost war (all wars dry up into scabs) Have turned libraries upside down and texts are turned into clips. Every old misery holds interest. Father got worried when I went to the far left And called me self-indulgent. Mother laughed When I became a Catholic. She didn’t believe it. I left the blackened house And walked in the dark, throwing ballast overboard For the sake of a future of solitariness. To the seeker all objects are lonely and dangerous. Great films begin in chaos. They are made in order to show the abyss emerging into laws. Like Pope John Paul, certain directors only want the splendor of truth. Turgenev wonders if it is possible that all the tears and prayers of people Can be fruitless? No, he protests. The indifference of nature Is a foretaste of eternity and its mercy. On the steps of the Czech embassy in London there is a splash of bird shit. I sit beside it reassembling the bits of sound for this poem. Words know everything. That’s why my fingers shake. Nietzsche was a saint but he made a mistake. He believed in humanity. Almost everything in that café is weaker than the air that surrounds it. Glasses hang upside down drying, a mirror reflects the room like an artist Who is blind to what she is making. Certain gnostics achieve ecstasy through random and frantic sex But love aches its way through the interstices. Sticks there like a dent in an inchworm’s back. You can’t take it out because it is the thing itself. Love is the green in green. Does this explain its pain? Since love came over and knocked me down, Then kicked me in the side and fled, I have suffered from a prolonged perplexity. God is the object of my wonder and the closest to me. Especially near sleep. My sheets are like the wings of a guardian angel. There is no other fabric so near to my feelings. I haunt a dark cathedral, its single light coming from the gift shop And follow the priest’s movements, for here is the truth: both worldly And eternal, a heart of gold in the roaring vault. Here a weeping Madonna is kissed all day while an old woman wipes away the stain With a grey cloth. The mass is focused on the resurrection Not the passion. In this place a grandmother is called white if she has healing powers. Rasputin had the power in his hands. Yet Akhmatova shared a train compartment with him and felt faint Looking at his pale eyes. Each iris, in either eye, saw around the pupil. I feel sick looking at the photos of his eyes, his penis, beard and blood. Violent, skinhead, racist, nationalist, sexist illiterate men Would appreciate him for the wrong reason. Rasputin played dog and crawled into the royal dining room. You smell like a mushroom, he barked and called on Jesus To bless the soldiers who refused to kill the workers. He was like dry root in motion. Women loved him and let him achieve ecstasy on top of them. This was his Gnostic and Tantric obsession. He lived without hate. He could stop a migraine with his hands and was seen Praying in a forest for hours on end and by his bed alone. If only he had never taken up wine. Now the children climb over the rails around the station. The siege of renovation raised them, blocks and forests razed And built on. Cement units they can’t afford to live in. The kids have behaved like spawn born to be the end of the line, Or not fully born. Porn-driven thugs, Mafiosi, right wing Christians. Only hope can save them, or an invasion by Muslims or oceans. Who are dubbed the New Stupids? The workers! The revolutionists were long ago strung up and the old did not survive the cold. You could write music on the waterlines around their flooded tenements. The peasant mocked institutions that Ratzinger would prize. It was the student uprising of 68 that turned him against the Left. Nowadays in every bureaucracy, including the Vatican, there are two of everyone. Two of each who look exactly alike. It is the softness in the chin That undefines them. Each one is the half brother of a twin. Likewise Communism is secular Christianity. Either you fear or thank someone and stay anonymous. One poet recreated a new language out of his nanny’s fireside stories. This way his childhood survived, the way dinosaurs became birds. While painting takes time and gives headaches, A digital camera doesn’t blink and this produces a lack of analogies. It is not an open eye but an impure certainty. Empty frames stand waiting under the stairs. They wait for a thought that carried Dante with it, a long and difficult thought Full of stains and imperfect figures, suffering and acid rain. Don’t plan any parties for Lent, a man called up in Italian. And in the dream the shutter kept opening and closing Like an anemone. Every hour was the same as the one before. The roads we did not choose began in a town where we were born. Here a gun might go off, There perhaps a broom would brush away the sticks of spring. It was not your fault where you were dropped Or where you took your first steps. The red church down the lane, the red sail on the bay— These had nothing to do with you when you first arrived on earth. A peasant might prefer smoking weed to whacking at wheat all day. How else would a vision find and know him? In a remote fishing village and on its wet stone steps The clink of the ropes and rings on the boats was the only sound. Then footsteps. The sun broke through onto buses and houses. High up, a man and a woman, both old and on their own Crossed paths without looking. Then she noticed him and he her. A hurried exchange of recollections followed and half-promises to meet some day. And then he continued to mount the side of the hill to his house While she went down to the highway. Absolutely nothing happened except recognition. The sorrowing face of the Theotokos blessed their simplicity."
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mika_ added 1 item to Read in 2016 list
Come and See: Poems
Excerpt from "On the Wall" "A map of heaven shows clouds for each soul being prayed for." Excerpt from "Written on Steps in Winter" "I can't rescue what never happened though I came here to do so." "The Witness" "Behold the broken Hearts, backs and parts Of nature Evolved to follow A finite path. Behold the gray rain In a house of mirrors. Oak leaves shining On glass, two kisses In one spot exactly. Behold the scabs and cuts Of city streets. Crusts, stones, smoke. As many people As nails from a factory. Behold the space Between each star Or a child under nine Laying her hand On another’s face. Behold the foundation And the secret of it. Close your eyes And breathe. When seized, don’t speak." Excerpts from "After Watching Klimov's Agoniya" "Without and element of atheism, no religion can be credible." "To the seeker all objects are lonely and dangerous" "Since love came over and knocked me down, Then kicked me in the side and fled, I have suffered from a prolonged perplexity. God is the object of my wonder and the closest to me. Especially near sleep. My sheets are like the wings of a guardian angel. There is no other fabric so near to my feelings." Excerpts from "A Hymn" "I traveled to the page where scripture meets fiction. The paper slept but the night in me woke up. Black letters were now alive and collectible in a material crawl. I could not decipher their intentions anymore. To what end did their shapes come forth? To seduce or speak truth?" "Remember the map is flat but everything else is not."
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Supernaut added 10 items to DC Comics list
Green Lantern and Power Girl
Harley Quinn and Power Girl
Power Girl: Aliens and Apes
Power Girl: Old Friends
Power Girl: Bomb Squad

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SunSmile added 14 items to Harry Potter Collection list
Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Harry Potter Book 2)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Book 3)

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Harry Potter Collection (14 books items)
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SunSmile added 15 items to The Wheel Of Time Collection list
The Great Hunt (The Wheel of Time, Book 2)
A Crown of Swords (The Wheel of Time, Book 7)
The Gathering Storm (Wheel of Time, Book 12)
Dragon Reborn (The Wheel of Time, Book 3)
The Path of Daggers (The Wheel of Time, Book 8)

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Hootsaidtheowl added 1 item to Reading in 2016 list
Prisoners of the Sun (The Adventures of Tintin)

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Hootsaidtheowl added 1 item to Books I've Read list
Prisoners of the Sun (The Adventures of Tintin)

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dctclibrary added 3 items to Literary Oscar Nominees list
The Color Purple
The Color Purple
Color Purple

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