Close to the Brane
Severed and lush, transplanted dream, the violet rhythm of presence speaking the universe into existence, spacetime, dreamtime.
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Severed and lush, transplanted dream, the violet rhythm of presence speaking the universe into existence, spacetime, dreamtime.
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Showing that you care can make or break the climate in your classroom. When they are motivated, student-veterans can be an asset to you. They can easily take on leadership roles, facilitate class discussions and meet deadlines effectively, but it’s up to you to set the tone. Knowing the rules of engagement can help you
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When all the starlings, robins, jays Have given up and gone to nest, The crows refuse the calling night, Defer the final rest. Over the waiting conifers They improvise an arabesque, A final celebration to The dying fire in the West. Like fighter pilots when flight was new, Over the field they chase and dive,
Walt Whitman’s poetry was a soothing dirge during the destructive American Civil War. As the world watched brother versus brother, Lincoln versus Davis, North versus South, Whitman emerged as the voice of the American conscience, vividly depicting the social-political landscape in poems like “Beat! Beat! Drums!” He even recorded a firsthand prose account of the
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So many profound and silly thought balloons Floating around, their emptiness unrevealed Until some random prick shows they concealed Only the age-old gas that all buffoons Emit, disguised in private metaphor. As if one thing in all this world stood need Of further mystifying, here’s more for you to read: Figure out what I’ve said,
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Cold as a dry cube of ice sticking to my tongue, your eyes freeze me in suspended animation, when all I wanted was a pretty lie, not the naked truth.