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In the Now.
Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
To Edward Dahlberg
Don't use the telephone.
People are never ready to answer it.
Use poetry.
--Jack Kerouac, Scattered poems
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