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  3. "Citizen takes the original a few shades darker, swathing nostalgic vocals with haunting synths, while his familar rolling drum beat rumbles below. The track builds to an intelligent breakdown with sensitive chords and samples until it drops in a sultry melancholic house beat."


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  7. Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.
    Barbara Marciniak

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Marten Wolters by Georg Mallner

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  11. A Step Away from Them


    It’s my lunch hour, so I go
    for a walk among the hum-colored
    cabs. First, down the sidewalk
    where laborers feed their dirty
    glistening torsos sandwiches
    and Coca-Cola, with yellow helmets
    on. They protect them from falling
    bricks, I guess. Then onto the
    avenue where skirts are flipping
    above heels and blow up over
    grates. The sun is hot, but the
    cabs stir up the air. I look
    at bargains in wristwatches. There
    are cats playing in sawdust.
    to Times Square, where the sign
    blows smoke over my head, and higher
    the waterfall pours lightly. A
    Negro stands in a doorway with a
    toothpick, languorously agitating.
    A blonde chorus girl clicks: he
    smiles and rubs his chin. Everything
    suddenly honks: it is 12:40 of
    a Thursday.
                 Neon in daylight is a
    great pleasure, as Edwin Denby would
    write, as are light bulbs in daylight.
    I stop for a cheeseburger at JULIET’S
    CORNER. Giulietta Masina, wife of
    Federico Fellini, è bell’ attrice.
    And chocolate malted. A lady in
    foxes on such a day puts her poodle
    in a cab.
              There are several Puerto
    Ricans on the avenue today, which
    makes it beautiful and warm. First
    Bunny died, then John Latouche,
    then Jackson Pollock. But is the
    earth as full as life was full, of them?
    And one has eaten and one walks,
    past the magazines with nudes
    and the posters for BULLFIGHT and
    the Manhattan Storage Warehouse,
    which they’ll soon tear down. I
    used to think they had the Armory
    Show there.
                   A glass of papaya juice
    and back to work. My heart is in my
    pocket, it is Poems by Pierre Reverdy.


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