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Thursday, April 7, 2011
Where the poet Rob Padgett, introducing poet Alice Notley at the 92nd Street Y, looks uncannily like Lex Luthor and Alice Notley looks uncannily like Ina May Gaskin with her brains let down and loosened.
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