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And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading--treading--till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through--
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum--
Kept beating--beating--till I thought
My Mind was going numb--
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space--began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here--
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down--
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing--then--
-- Emily Dickinson
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As always, Michael Rivero has something pertinent to bring to the table.
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0f course, Bill Hicks had it nailed long ago.
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At 1pm Pacific Time, the Santa Barbara event audio will be streaming here on The Hawk's Nest channel.
[Twenty after and so far silence....]
[Oriental Dental Hour and bubkes... so I'm giving up.]
[Oh, just for drill, I click my link at 4:30 and the fucker is working.]
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Bobby Junior....
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Lou pipes up from the grave....
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Peter Levenda with GeorgeAnne [right click, mp3]....
