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Periods of Israeli–Palestinian violence have regularly resulted in the corporate suppression of Palestinian social media users.
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Ships carry mist-making machines that cause clouds to block the sun. It could work.
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As a British woman in the Edwardian era, I have to admit that at times I’ve been swept up in fantasies of Gilded Age splendor. Perhaps it was the allure of evening gowns and perfumed parlors that led me to Henry Higgins’s door for speech classes. It was certainly what made me stay.
But tonight, choked to the gills in Parisian satins, I can’t help but wonder whether I’ve made a huge mistake.
Just a few hours ago, after telling Higgins quite plainly he would “not be seeing me again,” I changed my mind and returned to his home anyway—so seductive was the offer of social and financial security. And yet, despite all we’ve been through, instead of greeting me with any hint of delight, the man just slumped into his chair and said, “Eliza, where the devil are my slippers?” He didn’t even look at me.
I feel like the last person in the world to realize this, but I should have chosen Freddy.
My reasons are myriad. Freddy:
Reps. Rashida Tlaib and Cori Bush called for a ceasefire and were attacked by AIPAC-aligned centrists. Democratic leadership stayed silent.
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No explanation was given to Raymond Mattia’s family, who said prosecutors violated new federal guidelines on victims’ rights.
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The first thing one notices when one reads a Jesse Nathan poem is: one’s body humming along to the music of his words.
How does such a thing work?
It’s the sound patterns—rhyme, inner rhyme, alliteration, assonance—yes, but it’s also how the poet uses the sound patterns on the line-by-line level, and as connective tissue between different poems, and finally, between different sections of the book. So the meaning lives in the music here, on both the micro and macro level, as the sound plays a live role in Nathan’s explorations of memory, his various investigations into ecology, into poetics of place, into history.
Which is to say, Eggtooth is not an ordinary debut but something quite different.
Oh man, good for me. Look at me! I am listening to jazz.
Here I am, just taking in the moment. Fully present. Just me and the music.
Yup yup yup yup yup. Completely immersed. Thinking about nothing else.
The rhythm. The musicality. The syncopation.
Is that the right word? “Syncopation”? That’s a jazz thing?
Sync-o-pate sync-o-pate sync-o-pate.
One thing’s for sure: I am not on my phone right now.
I don’t even know how many minutes it’s been since I looked at my phone.
Because I am too busy listening to this song.
Is it a song?
Does it have to have words to be a song?
Maybe it’s a piece?
That’d be kinda pretentious. This isn’t a museum.
I mean it’s “ART.” No one is saying this isn’t art.
But it’s not Van Gogh. You can’t listen to a Van Gogh.
Is that insensitive? He cut off one ear. But he still had another one.
Oh, you know what? I bet they call it a “tune.”
Man, jazz guys are so cool.
That bass player is rockin’ that flat cap.
I don’t think I could pull that off.
Maybe if I carried a bass with me people would buy it.