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Saturday, March 12, 2016

A Poem For Speculative Hipsters

Rating: 3.5
He had got, finally,
to the forest
of motives. There were no
owls, or hunters. No Connie Chatterleys
resting beautifully
on their backs, having casually
brought socialism
to England.
Only ideas,
and their opposites
Like,
he was really
nowhere.
Amiri Baraka
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