[Temple] Grandin likes the idea    
The knowledge gained by listening    
Weeks of debugging    
Each of Pflaumen's guests    
At one level the point is simple    
[P]eople just aren't meant    
I think training is mis-pitched    
Not the bell, I said    
To enter Babel    
I am Kilamuwa    
Men go through life    
All I want is for someone    
Mozart concertos! Aged sixteen    
The nuns taught us    
In my visions of fear    
[two statements on normality]    
Years before today's slideware    
[W]hatever else a liberal ethos    
What concerns [P. F.] Strawson    
'There's this Robert Capa quote    
Symbolism is mind    
I wish I might write music    
I think there's a tendency    
'I have never suffered greatly'    
[an antinomy]    
There are moments in our lives    
It is not an understatement    
[two statements on commitment]    
There's an Etruscan word    
Whatever pays you    
[A] philosopher [is]    
[P]eople can't, unhappily    
[T]hey recognized right away    
Back when ['Chapo Trap House']    
[M]aybe that was all    
I am trying to learn    
The idea of a 'culture industry'    
[two statements on attention]    
Say an idea is math    
What most thought was    
[M]aybe the bread    
In failing health    
In e-mails and phone calls    
The human consciousness    
Being introverted has nothing    
I am organizing my solitude    
[two statements on fate]    
Deep in fear and in suspicion    
[All] design is 'persuasive'    
[A]ny supply-side solution    
In central Kentucky    
Plato [...] was not engaging    
[W]orking only for the rich    
There's a Haida proverb    
You are never mentioned on Ararat    
In Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'    
There is a very long game    
[Y]ou can take it away    
It is by this point a commonplace    
The materiality of the world    
Yes, I'm running as a socialist    
That night, my sense of guilt    
[two comments on power]    
What [Sam] Stephenson recognizes    
Can slave be used as a metaphor?    
It's a barren feeling to know    
[Some people] want to think    
alternative facts    
Since its founding in 1917    
In the ninety-minute debate    
The word is usually in a sentence    
Cities have always been cruel    
You are reading a different book.    
[two statements on reflexivity]    
Nor was I hungry    
Sex is a pocket of life    
In the beginning and in the end    
[three comments on anxiety]    
I once feared buying a house    
Define loneliness?    
Nothing costs enough here    
[assertion v. evidence]    
We talk about open questions    
At Tony Oursler's retrospective    
I ask you: / what are poems for?    
One might have thought of sight    
[A] big part [of the solution]    
[two comments on judgment]    
In bright late-winter sunlight    
On a more biographical note    
Deal with IEEE Std. 1003.1-1990    
I've heard that, back in the day    
It was a splendid mind    
The axes of your work    
How does a thought act?    
Do we 'actually communicate'?    
In spite of his skepticism    
Once there was a horse    
[T]he plaintiffs are mistaken    
[D]e Man's reading of the 'Essai'    
Orpheus never liked words    
The body is a formal constraint    
Just above my diaphragm is a knot    
Ridicule becomes less fun    
another way to frighten yourself    
Uprooting is a devastating blow    
I slept before a wall of books    
Some hot tea / tying the horses    
Mae thought of his hands    
[N]othing is more serious    
Your absence has gone through me    
Leadership in every realm    
The shad and asparagus are over    
He heard her in the entryway    
What do you think of e-books?    
I was packing away the file    
If Jesus had lived in my time    
I object to such programs    
Two truths draw nearer each other    
Harvard, in its infinite wisdom    
It comes down to permission    
[T]elling you about my emotions    
Empathy could serve many of us    
[two statements on physics]    
Consider, further, 1 = 0    
[two statements on language]    
[two statements on desire]    
Metaphors are not arguments    
Once you know someone's story    
This is not magical realism    
All winter you felt nothing    
The eye does not see what I see    
The next day it occurred to me    
[two statements on truth]    
[three statements on building]    
They lay there on their bed    
Priest [As if confessing someone]    
Do you know how long it has been    
Imagine a Carthage sown with salt    
What kind of talking, then    
Edmund was like that, a little    
Some ideas so obviously entail    
Art isn't anecdote    
It is familiar language    
One should count each day    
This is my network. // It is mine    
Why are mysteries unpublishable?    
Look, as we promised each other    
Say you hoped to / tame something    
Anything that remains abstract    
Sometimes I don't even know    
[T]he FBI withheld the identities    
This poet very seldom writes    
]I bid you sing / of Gongyla    
[two statements on taste]    
I meant nothing by The Lighthouse    
I have been here before    
This speech on the origin of mind    
A medium has a niche    
you can trust the computer    
What needed to move    
Apenas te he dejado    
So I said I am Ezra    
I had a clock it woke all day    
There's been time this whole time    
My lady, these eyes see vividly    
Matter tells space how to curve    
It now lately sometimes seemed    
Oil is to Saudia Arabia    
Before I started [my walks]    
In class/ In life    
'Desire' is 'himeros'    
Desert is, literally, emptiness    
Everything dies of being thought    
Poetry is a kind of lying    
There will be nothing in the end    
Learn to say no    
Talking walks is the entry drug    
I've watched memory wound you    
Spontaneity is total sincerity    
There is a shade of purple    
I keep on weeping for a past    
Icebergs behoove the soul    
Before the invention of algebra    
There are nights that don't    
God made forgetfulness    
Sure on this shining night    
Where are the songs of spring?    
My phone tells me numbers    
The desert has a deep personality    
Early morning lakes of fog    
[E]xpression cannot exist    
It has been pretended by some    
It's so much like you, I think    
What I want happens    
XV. Legend    
Auch das Schöne muß sterben!    
Destiny. My destiny!    
We have nothing to hide    
I am root, dammit    
One lets things into one's midst    
Once I believed in you    
Weep, o mine eyes and cease not    
On these beaches    
Come to me, said the world    
Ah, love, this is fear    
I just want silence    
Ah, that is the secret    
The great paradox about music    
Music unfolds in time    
It is always a matter, my darling    
Dealing with failure is easy    
You can be a virgin in horror    
This isn't animal    
What scandalized the serious    
'Oh where ha'e ye been,    
Much of the sexual abuse    
Everyone suspects himself    
Hardly touching, I    
For men say always    
It was all    
She stood at    
suppose the body    
I know that    
I had a strange    
It is an exurbo-Republican    
[M]usic is what    
After this sustained    
That marvelous assurance    
We, in the ages    
Will there really    
Afterward it was dark    
earth creatures cattle    
Also the headache of    
In "Order out of Chaos"    
I know what you want    
Admiration—the aesthetic    
You tell stories    
Youth is not    
Complexity can be thought    
desire only that    
So how many bits    
Many have dreamed    
Defenceless under the night    
[The humanities] are thus    
The Modern period    
So, for those of you    
We are, each of us    
The history of ideas    
Let me jump    
The first question    
What would mercy    
The notion that our disposition    
Most of our heroes    
So there's this brief period    
didn't the night end    
There is a sacredness    
And all these images    
But incarnation is in    
With all that said    
That boring activities become    
Current younger generation    
Art is a form of exploration    
In the daylight    
Fashionability of product    
However, if it's difficult    
The things they carried    
Kundera, a trained musician    
This sort of soaring rhetoric    
O magnum mysterium    
Is there a place    
Come / and let us talk    
The very technology    
To allow our loved ones    
People we talk to inside Iran    
Before I die    
Our tragedy today    
This sentence, in a sudden    
It occurs to me, though    
But this rough magic    
[I]rony manifestly involves    
It's like 'Fight Club'    
I used to believe life got better    
Methought I heard a voice    
Living much out of doors    
Give to me the life    
Initial gut reaction    
In May 1974 [Joseph] Beuys flew    
In preparing for battle    
Practice is at once    
I think there's a real argument    
Tall ships, we loved you    
Wolfram|Alpha's long-term goal    
Whatever happens    
To my old brown earth    
Otherwise this stone    
Music theorist Johannes Kepler    
Idleness, like kisses    
Today, like every other day    
Many factors help explain    
Earth will keep you tight    
The law locks up the man or woman    
Your life feels different on you    
New pyschiatric drugs    
When I had no roof I made    
Learn, / as you stand    
Weep, O mine eyes    
Whitacre gets points    
Linus Torvalds, a Finn    
In the poem that cannot    
Unicode Snowman for You    
It is an art which does not seem    
Scary devil monastery    
The panther is like a leopard    
To-day a rude brief recitative    
Batter my heart    
We try to make for ourselves    
The Lament is for all true women    
We all have reasons    
The need for a new ordering    
The one who pours is wilder    
O dream how sweet    
Food prices have risen    
Finally, Walt [Rostow] said    
Have you reckon'd a thousand    
Es ist ein Ros entsprungen    
The end of birth    
As I looked at the dead moth    
And if you close your eyes    
We are now at a point    
A physicist is an atom's way    
Herr, lehre doch mich    
That odd capacity for destitution    
....... said / tasteless excess    
Ecco mormorar l'onde    
The Crystal Palace in London    
Broken gets fixed    
For ye shall go out with joy    
My heart's in the Highlands    
The stabs in her heart    
The work of every great poet    
My heart an echo caught    
Night with the eyes    
Each note is a need    
How many loved your moments    
In our culture, though    
For the still small voice    
I have lost the consolation    
We can find beauty everywhere    
i saw the presidents hand    
Our challenges may be new    
Prove to me that chance    
I like a party    
We each come to literature    
As I walked along the river    
Lux, / calida gravisque    
But because I believe    
Act as if what you do    
De profundis    
I was in danger of degenerating    
Now I walk in beauty    
Wal-Mart is, after all    
War is an ugly thing    
Two teams of physicists    
During that killing season    
If humanity wishes    
Friend, tell me what to do    
I myself have never    
Yet I am I    
how should tasting    
Speech is a clumsiness    
Artists will always make art    
Crucial / sounds or gestures    
It was clear to him