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Chapter 100

Burning ourselves in two. If I can remember being there I don't need to keep the admission tickets. What about the other letters I should burn? Not today, it's raining in my brain. So tense for such a long time. And the climax is laughter, she wrote. A sequence of pink envelopes from Ania in Poland, the correspondence starting in 1987 and ceasing abruptly in 1992. Keeping. How do you bury a ghost? You're eight thousand miles away with good intentions. Secretly undermining slavery or something. Why even open this box? A record not so much of the trifling content but more so a testament to the sturdy notebooks, the fashion of the day.

T is at the door in a trenchcoat cloaking a one-piece Speedo zip-up.
Pert knocks are swaying the muted yellow and gun metal grey of fernand leger whose frame taps in time.
Bare pale inpatient damp calves
run from the black hem
her Beatty Park morning swim
my chlorine perfumed submersion into her
the discipline of swimming
the furious strokes

The obverse coaster blank read simply "bled Flintstone" in running Bic blue and as my bare foot flipped it from the floor bound mattress I was certain for a second the handwriting was Justine's.

sitting side by side
something in the morning that was very nearly
heavy with anticipation
but then in the large pale Falcon
your teasing overtake came undone
and witness-like, I watched two flung passengers
- perhaps one was me
spring and shake themselves to be
whilst you face down in the watery ditch
lay immobile until kicked
then gasping and gravel cheeked
rejoined to ignite once again
my infatuation

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The Secret of the Caves (1929) by Franklin W. Dixon

What better way to spend the summer holidays than venturing into the mysterious Honeycomb Caves, rumoured to hide secret treasures?
Although danger surrounds the caves, the Hardy Boys press on. But with a criminal lurking nearby, eerie sounds being heard, a looming storm, and a steep path ahead, will they make it back? #adventure #fiction #childrensbooks #mystery

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Today in Labor History March 31, 1809: Nikolai Gogol, the Russian-Ukrainian novelist, was born. Gogol was one of the first authors to use surrealism and absurdism (see “The Nose,” “The Overcoat,” and “Nevsky Prospekt.”) Many of his works satirized Russian political corruption, like “Dead Souls,” and the “Government Inspector.” He influenced several generations of writers, including Dostoevsky, Bulgakov, Nabakov, Kafka and Flannery O’Connor. The gypsy punk band, Gogol Bordello, took their name from him.

#workingclass #LaborHistory #gogol #russia #ukraine #fiction #satire #surrealism #kafka #dostoevsky #literature #books #writer #author #courruptiohn #punk @bookstadon

Gogol burning the manuscript of the second part of Dead Souls, by Ilya Repin. Painting shows a man trying to stop Gogol (with thin mustache and demented expression) from burning the manuscript. By Ilya Repin - http://www.art-catalog.ru/picture.php?id_picture=11471, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3636844
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