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Poe’s Ladies: Search for Perfection
1.0 Introduction Throughout his work Edgar Allan Poe is guided by the idea explained in his “Philosophy of Composition” where he says that the best inspiration for the most poetical melancholy is found in “the death of a beautiful woman” and “equally it is beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are…
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Today
Today has been one of those days. The thermos opened in the bag somehow. All the papers, the wallet, the phone, the AC remote, drenched with coffee. Stains everywhere. Attempted to fix it but made it worse. Coffee dripped all over the seats, I tried to wipe them clean while stuck in traffic, and then…
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Waiting: The Roadside Poem
I’m standing in the sand By the side of the road Leaning against the hood of my car Like an unenthusiastic prostitute Waiting for the tow truck Overwhelmed by boredom The anxiety in the pit of my stomach Would come as a refreshment Yet nothing’s there So I trace back my footsteps in the sand…
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Sunset
Sunset comes with age, Senility coats it with oblivion, Separates it from the rigid reality. Thoughts wander through some vast valleys, And nobody can find you. “She’s crazy, gone”, they think While you enjoy the moments That everyone said were lost. Now, toward the end, he comes back to you As young and handsome, as when…
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A Tale of … Several Campuses
As Malcolm Bradbury put it in the first line of The History Man: “Now it is autumn again; the people are all coming back,” yet the beginning of the school year simply doesn’t feel right without the murmur of the rain, wet boots and coats, warm sweaters, and red-gilded trees. It’s November already, and I…
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The Sugarcoating: A Birthday Poem
Another year has blown by As quickly as a gust of wind It has ruffled the leaves Strewn the papers across the floor Turned the pages of a book Upset the water a bit Rattled the window panes And made me shudder I stir the memories In the coffee pot And leave them to brew…
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The Stitched-up Girl
I will start this new notebook with my all-times favourite author, the one whose books always stir something in me, summon a memory, and awaken a long-buried emotion: Angela Carter. She reminds me of my student days when I decided to analyse the Bakhtinian elements in her Nights at the Circus for my masters thesis…

