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The Funny World of Fashion and Terrorism
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Making the Pill Available Over the Counter
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What's at the Heart of Black Cool?
• Email to a friend • •First Charles Dickens Film Found 111 Years After it Was MadeOver at the Telegraph, "The Death of Poor Joe, a one minute-long silent film based on an episode in Dickens' novel 'Bleak House', was filmed in Brighton in 1901." • Email to a friend • •
Knights in Shining Armour: Men who Rescue Sex Workers and Slaves
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• Email to a friend • •THIS WILL MAKE YOU SMARTER: New Scientific Concepts to Improve Your ThinkingFrom Edge:
• Email to a friend • •grasping the H.D. situationWritten at the twilight high water of American modernism in the early Sixties, chapters scattered among obscure literary magazines like the limbs of Osiris, nearly published as a book by Black Sparrow in 1971, circulated incomplete among poets in samizdat photocopy from 1979, contracted for... • Email to a friend • •Errol Morris: The Thinking Man's DetectiveFrom Smithsonian:
• Email to a friend • •Canada exists for no natural reasonThe grand view of history has traditionally offered two paths for the interpretation of events. The first imagines social trends rising up from below to sweep humanity along in their irrepressible, all-powerful waves. The other dreams of iconic figures who shape history through their own... • Email to a friend • •what it means to be a human animalAt the core of the novel, which Nadas took 18 years to write, are the major catastrophes and upheavals of the last century. They are the magma that is always present but usually not visible. The book tells of deportations, the closing of a camp at the end of the war and marauding prisoners;... • Email to a friend • •Friday PoemMy Moses Big Jack and his walking stick live on the ridge. Navajo orphan kids dance for him, bobcat urine’s in the weeds, the shotgun barrel’s up his sleeve, a Persian coin is on the wind. The Chinese Mountains smell the moon and arch their backs. I tell him, Jack, ... • Email to a friend • •More Recent Articles |
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