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Trump is leaving Ukraine with impossible choices: fight a losing war without U.S. support, or submit to economic vassalage.
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The video might bring pleasure to their supporters, but for us it is a call to shut down their fascist deportation machine.
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To determine whether your body will fit our pants, please use this sizing guide.
Our pants are measured in cubits. The cubit is a unit of measurement less ancient than legs, but more ancient than the notion that we should clad them somehow. It’s equal to the distance between someone’s elbow and their longest fingertip.
Whose elbow and fingertip? That’s proprietary. But it’s definitely not yours.
To find your size, pull out your favorite pair of pants and figure out how many cubits they are. If you don’t have a favorite pair of pants, pick the pair that makes you least likely to scream into a balled-up cardigan.
Then, divide the total number of cubits by 3.5 to account for our European sizing. Don’t ask where in Europe; that’s also proprietary.
Next, you need to select one of our several “cuts” to ensure a tailored fit. All of our cuts are named after your worst bullies from middle school.
To determine whether you’re a Maldon, a Caleb, or a Sertraline, you’ll need to find your natural waist.
Mahmoud Darwish called clarity the greatest mystery. Matthew Zapruder writes poems that are precise in their architecture and mysteriously limpid in their meanings. And full of avowals, resistances to any final conclusiveness, open to—even when saddened by—the endless mutability of things. A mutability that seems to call up in him an energy of doubt, and because he seems at heart a poet of praise, there is a gorgeous melancholy to the pictures of the world he paints in words. And that’s only part of why they are so deeply pleasurable to read. This is the kind of reading that’s a physical pleasure, a pleasure in the mind and in the way the language unfolds in the imagination of the senses. I Love Hearing Your Dreams, the poet’s fifth collection, is not really about dreams but about the ways human beings relate and connect, or miss the connection, or long for it, or work at its toils and hallucinations, and sometimes even find a fleeting peace in the pressures of time. Here’s how “For Young Poets” begins: