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ted joans

His imagination was prodigious.

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A monocular knock’s not beatific…

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Foxy Fritzi’s niece gapes at a cluster…

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If the game between Dox Sox and Lex Sox…

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“Do not sing to rain, poet, make it rain.”

watt

Celebrating thirteen HiLo Heroes about whom we wrote in 2014.

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The Dark Magus’s art is the moon’s…

Emily Dickinson

Her slant rhymes were radically proto-modernist.

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A strigine strongman had a mania…

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Clarity and balance, not disorientation, were his artistic mainsprings.

wallace-stevens

Imaginative play that constructs a world available to experience.

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Without him, The Sixties as we know them might not have happened.

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Elected to poetry like a fucking nun with a “vocation.”

jarrell hammock

From his mother’s sleep he fell into the State.

scott_wannberg

“Pain… calls me over and wants to know the secret of reaching you”

Andre_Breton

He brought Surrealism into being.

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He mixed total irreverence with profound compassion.

Edgar Allan Poe

The tubercular cousin in our family of vigorous visionaries.

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Phrases from NEW YORK TIMES Obit Headlines: 2013

aaron.swartz

Celebrating thirteen HiLo Heroes about whom we wrote in 2013.

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A teenage runaway who happened to be possessed of genius.

Mikhail_lermontov

His antihero, Pechorin, would kill on reality TV.

williams

Bridging irrecon­cilable ideas was the matrix of his art.

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It’s like that, y’all. And you don’t stop.