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Henry Chinaski: [voiceover] A poem is a city filled with streets and sewers. Filled with saints, heros, beggars, madmen. Filled with banality and booze. Filled with rain and thunder and periods of drought. A poem is a city of war. It's a barbershop filled with cynical drunks. A poem is a city. A poem is a nation. A poem is the world.
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Henry Chinaski: [voiceover] And then I met Jan. I bought her a drink and she gave me her phone number. Three days later I moved into her apartment.
Clint Clark
Extended Reading
