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“Jabotinsky recited the poem [In The City of Slaughter] at public gatherings throughout the Pale. Young Jews in the most remote corners of Russia, even those who did not know Hebrew, began to quote from its translation. Its impact motivated many to join the self-defense corps that was springing up everywhere. It inspired them to throw off their hopelessness and prepare for Jewish pro-activism and...
Apr 21st
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A Bummer by Michael Casey
We were going single file Through his rice paddies And the farmer Started hitting the lead track With a rake He wouldn’t stop The TC went to talk to him And the farmer Tried to hit him too So the tracks went sideways Side by side Through the guy’s fields Instead of single file Hard On, Proud Mary Bummer, Wallace, Rosemary’s Baby The Rutgers Road Runner And Go Get Em-Done Got Em Went side by side...
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Charles Simic
We were so poor I had to take the place of the bait in the mousetrap. All alone in the cellar, I could hear them pacing upstairs, tossing and turning in their beds. “These are dark and evil days,” the mouse told me as he nibbled my ear. Years passed. My mother wore a cat-fur collar which she stroked until its sparks lit up the cellar.
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March 2013
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ListenSandy’s, Now Mike’s I live next door...
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ListenWaiting for rice in the microwave. 
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ListenWhen the Ship Comes In (Bob Dylan) on piano from...
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David Foster Wallace and Gromit
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February 2013
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Feb 28th
The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel
In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more,  and also to appease the mutes,  the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, ...
Feb 27th
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Listenbarahsachman: Ignatz “She Gets All That She...
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ListenBad To Me (Isto)
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ListenCrepuscule (Amelita Galli-Curci)
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