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"Yehy Vaya" is a collaboration between Moldovan electronic music artist Serge Bulat and Russian folk band OYME. The track is based on a traditional Mordovian wedding song and sung in the Erzya language, thus honors the International Year of Indigenous Languages, initiated by the United Nations.

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Poetry, like cartography, can condense
the world aesthetically, until we see
that the last line of my poem is not ambiguous,
but lucid, perfectly lucid: “More delicate than
the historians’ are the map-makers’ colors.”

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now it's a suburb pull
meat from fire and inevitable
face grease and cigarette
decorative scarf yells from
audience, hierarchy howl

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The priest receives them (over) heartily and offers them food and warmth. When they get inside the high-arched candle-lit room, the priest turns into a witch and nails the little girl to the wall.

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There are legends and reports
that an ebony creature travels
the woods of maritime Canada,
often scoffed at, never proved.

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no, to tell you the truth
I am innocent but
I am pleading guilty
because I need to get out
​for my job before next Thursday

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It’s just like keeping saltwatah fish
in wun aquarium witout wun filter.

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this planet, which waits for us, accepts
its name.  this planet fails to communicate
its displeasure
at the name we've chosen for it;
her moonlets dance; her seas call us

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hit one time only! in kansas somewhere
then gone as quickly! squandered shot returns
but now i stay anxious / crack reminds me
every turn in view caresses Cautious

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On the iceblink
is a happy hue:
in concert with my chorus.
There is no bother of bliss.
​Memory is what we make of it.

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Rain as grey as your skin
defines the softer parts of hands
that scrape along brick buildings
​like tearing paper.

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here. Malady skin, folds
over whitecaps, beneath wind;
sun weight expounding
levels adjusted to carry. Faces devoid
of the dead man who walks

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Stratemeyer hired generations of hacks.  They wrote under pseudonyms known to millions of children.  The kids pictured these authors’ handsome faces, imagined their happy, fulfilled lives.  The pseudonyms weren’t pen-names.  Those are for individuals.  What Stratemeyer pioneered was the house name.

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