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Notes From a Young Professor: Writing and Teaching Through Charlottesville’s Culture Wars

The police are there, expecting us, academics in revolutionaries’ outfits.

So gay

The ghetto

I have not always been as nowOh Thou timid one, do not let thy/Form slumber within these/Unhallowed walls/For herein lies/The ghost of an awful crime.

Touch me, and I’ll kill you

You have no idea how it feels to be on your own in your own home with the fucking phone and the mother of gloom in your bedroom.

Did anyone just see all that farm equipment walk through Clemons?

He’s bleedingHow does this happen?

Mi mi mi mi