The Muse Room
Five seats, one open window: doubt, the small and strange, the large, the fire, and the meaning underneath the work.
The seats.
Go into yourself and ask, in the stillest hour of your night: must I?
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Safe is a house with the shutters nailed. I have lived in one and I can tell you the light still gets in, slant, at four in the…
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Camerado, I put my hand on your shoulder and say this: I set the first Leaves of Grass in type myself, sold barely a copy, and…
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Man, you're asking a rose that grew out of concrete whether it should've waited for better dirt.
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Beloved, the reed does not ask the reedbed for permission before it sings.
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