Literary Friendships from American Public Media
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Literary Friendships features poets, novelists and mystery writers, exploring the solitude of writing and the company of friendship. Hosted by Garrison Keillor. Public radios Literary Friendships is presented by American Public Media.PARSED CONTENT
The domain literaryfriendships.publicradio.org has the following on the web page, "Questions, comments, or suggestions for future Literary Friendships? Writing is solitary, obsessive, and prickly, and that makes literary friendships all the sweeter." I observed that the webpage also said " Here is a new series that celebrates affection and loyalty between solitudes." They also stated " Thanks for helping us make the pilot season of Literary Friendships a successful one. Were still looking for your suggestions. For more guests, or any comments you may have. As he hosts a brand new series. Hes invited an outstanding group." The meta header had Garrison Keillor as the first keyword. This keyword was followed by keeler, keilor, and Literary Friends which isn't as important as Garrison Keillor. The other words the site used was pen pals. Robery Bly is also included but might not be viewed by search engines.SEE OTHER WEB SITES
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Thursday, March 17, 2011. From James Salter, The Hunters. Saturday, January 29, 2011. The life and death of distance. Saturday, October 17, 2009. Then he saw it clearly. From Roberto Bolano, 2666. Saturday, October 10, 2009. One was helpless before everything. From Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs.
I asked my teacher who he was. Man, I said, who are you. Twinkling his mirth, he stood at my height. And looked into my eyes, and his eyes were. My eyes, looking back into me. I fell back across the. Land my teacher calls home, and my. Breasts were just hilltops, my belly. A lake, and the space between my. Thighs was a grove of ripe life busy. And blooming its plum trees and figs.
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