Art Song He hears it when stopped in traffic at the intersection where expressionless commuters drift by behind winds of glass. It's not the kind of music he could dance to, nor would he dance...
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before me, like a trussed fowl: skew- atre" seems streamlined-the Merchant- ered through and...
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vive half slave and half free".... If indeed the long arc of the universe bent toward justice, and the universe proved friendly, history's slow triumph over slaughterhouse evil would be a...
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quired—such behavior. Next night, I heard an organ concert in Sant'Ignazio, my favorite of the big Baroque churches, where the nave's ceiling explodes in a funny, sublime vision of heaven...
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Peter E. Murphy Before You Eat I suppose you expect me to listen To the blessings of food before You eat, the invoice of rituals, the Summoning of invisible needs to this table. Well, we'll...
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"PETER E. MURPHY " ECLIPSE I am looking at the moon. It is a half moon hazy and very amber. Unlike the songs it doesn't do anythingno dancing with the stars or turning into gold it doesn't...
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