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The full-page ads by big corporations proclaim peace on earth, when all they really want is another piece of the earth.
By Sy SafranskyDecember 1994The language is so much bigger than I am, so much older, more beautiful. How can I hope to tame it, cram it into a style?
By Sy SafranskyMay 1994Oh Freedom, I knelt at your feet but you said, Not now. So I threw myself at Love. Love said, Is it me you want, or Freedom?
By Sy SafranskyDecember 1993Not enough time for the poem. But the poem staggers to its feet, wipes its face on the dirty towel, remembers it lives here too, remembers it needs no invitation.
By Sy SafranskyJune 1993The hurricane knocks down everything in its path. We give it a name.
By Sy SafranskyFebruary 1993Hannah Arendt says a fundamental contradiction of the United States is political freedom coupled with social slavery.
By Sy SafranskyNovember 1992Things I didn’t get to last week: answering the mail, giving up coffee, saving the planet.
By Sy SafranskyJune 1992The day with its big arms around me, whispering in my ear.
By Sy SafranskyMay 1990Words become sentences in spite of themselves, as moments become a life.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1990He abandoned desire. The flowers grew slowly around the hole in his chest. When his lover sighed, they trembled.
By Sy SafranskyApril 1980Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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