{"id":5657,"date":"2021-03-18T12:45:37","date_gmt":"2021-03-18T16:45:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.uri.edu\/magazine\/?p=5657"},"modified":"2021-03-31T13:08:16","modified_gmt":"2021-03-31T17:08:16","slug":"why-poetry-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.uri.edu\/magazine\/issues\/spring-2021\/why-poetry-now\/","title":{"rendered":"Why Poetry Now?"},"content":{"rendered":"
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As a raging global pandemic compelled people to beat a retreat from public life, some in the 溏心vlog免费B站 community found consolation, gratification, and inspiration in an ancient practice: the reading, writing, and recitation of poetry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By Marybeth Reilly-McGreen<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To paraphrase Mark Twain, the reports of poetry\u2019s death are exaggerated. The rumors began in 2013 when The Washington Post<\/em> posed the question, \u201cIs poetry dead?\u201d after playwright Gwydion Suilebhan tweeted as much that same year. Two years later, U.S. poet laureate Juan Felipe Herrera told CNN that The Washington Post<\/em> was mistaken, arguing that rap, songs\u2014even greeting cards\u2014contained, at their core, a shared \u201cverbal art,\u201d or poetry. \u201cYou could say we live in poetry,\u201d Herrera told the media outlet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t there poetry everywhere in the universe? There\u2019s something cyclical about every process in the world, and it is through these circles that patterns, then rhythms, then rhymes, then music, are formed.\u201d
\u2014Lila Bovenzi \u201922<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

More evidence: In 2016, singer-songwriter and poet Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for Literature. In 2018, The Atlantic<\/em> went toe-to-toe with The Post<\/em>, proclaiming, \u201cPoetry is Everywhere,\u201d and declaring poems \u201cviral, vital, and invincible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instagram contributed its verse in the eponymous Instapoetry. Its queen is 28-year-old poet Rupi Kaur, with 4.1 million followers. Kaur\u2019s first two poetry collections, 2014\u2019s milk and honey<\/em> and 2017\u2019s the sun and her flowers<\/em>, sold a combined 8 million copies. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

2020? A big year for poetry. Poet Louise Gl\u00fcck was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, and the first Native U.S. poet laureate, Joy Harjo, began a near-unprecedented third term of service to the Librarian of Congress, only the second poet ever to be so honored. Harjo\u2019s immediate predecessor, Tracey K. Smith, is sharing poetry daily through the popular podcast, The Slow Down<\/em>, and U2\u2019s Sirius XM Radio channel features poets on the weekly show, Elevation<\/em>. On Facebook, former U.S. poet laureate Billy Collins is reading poetry daily to thousands, leading what he, in tongue-in-cheek fashion, terms a movement toward world poetry domination. \u201cThe pandemic,\u201d Collins claims, \u201cis slowing everything down to the speed of poetry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPoetry has gotten us through wars, pandemics, and our own personal grievances in a way that nothing else can.\u201d 
\u2014Briana Gagnon \u201920<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And in January of this year, 22-year-old Amanda Gorman, the youngest inaugural poet in the nation\u2019s history and its first-ever youth poet laureate, made history reciting her poem, \u201cThe Hill We Climb.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So to poet Briana Gagnon \u201920, one of the winners of the English Department\u2019s 2020 Nancy Potter Poetry Contest, the suggestion that poetry is past tense is laughable. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy would we still read \u201cBeowulf,\u201d John Keats, or even Robert Frost if poetry didn\u2019t matter?\u201d Gagnon says. \u201cPoetry has gotten us through wars, pandemics, and our own personal grievances in a way that nothing else can. Poetry kept me sane during this pandemic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA part of my heart and soul,\u201d Gagnon continues, \u201cis left in every poem I\u2019ve ever written. Poetry allows me to share my thoughts and feelings on paper, and that\u2019s one of the coolest things I can think of.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think poetry is an integral part of prompting societal and political change.\u201d 
\u2014Nate Vaccaro \u201919<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Nate Vaccaro \u201919<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

What is it about poetry that not only endures but prevails over flashier, shallower competition\u2014Twitter, TikTok, unboxing videos, and Tiger King<\/em>, for example? Put another way, what makes poetry cool? For some, like Gagnon, it has been a panacea. For others, like Nate Vaccaro \u201919, poetry is a rallying cry. \u201cI think poetry is an integral part of prompting societal and political change. Expressing yourself and your truth through language and poetry is inherently a political act. I also consider protest signs, headlines, and slogans to be under the umbrella of poetry, allowing people to create a shared language and a framework to communicate their needs, demands, and solutions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI believe poetry is going to be especially cool for Gen Z and upcoming generations,\u201d Vaccaro says. \u201cOur information-saturated world is becoming increasingly truthless and overwhelming, and I think poetry is the genre best-suited to offer a road map out of our current cultural trauma. It excites me to see poetry emerging as a means to both celebrate and critique popular culture.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Internet II<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Back in Princeton my father at twenty-five
Spun original digits into green code, easing
Modems into binary webs where they pre-
Exist Zuckerberg. Before I was a nervous spiral<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inside my mother I was a tiny electric prick
Trapped by the only ethernet cable in Kendall Park,
New Jersey. His shoulders hunched against
The 2000s, dad\u2019s hands calloused in numerics<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Volumes of printer paper ebbing his fingerprints
Raising up his equations as witness to the wire
Conceiving me.       Zapped in Rhode Island<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Child of the net at twenty plugging the whole
Radio in my mouth like every college man studying
The marks of Woolf and Plath, tendrils of the canon text
Deflected by the router\u2019s right hand. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014Nate Vaccaro <\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

To Give Voice. To Make Meaning.<\/h2>\n\n\n
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This past summer, doctoral student A.H. Jerriod Avant curated a special series of poems for Poem-a-Day on poets.org, the website of the American Academy of Poets. It was one of the most recent honors in a long list of residencies, scholarships, and fellowships awarded to Avant. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think about Martin Luther King Jr.\u2019s speeches and how artful and intentional he was with his language, to tear down these systems of oppression that plagued Black people for decades, for centuries. I\u2019m also influenced by artists such as Jimmy Hendrix, and his 1969 rendition of \u2018The Star-Spangled Banner\u2019 at Woodstock,\u201d Avant says. \u201cI\u2019m always in awe of how transgressive it is in light of Hendrix\u2019s relationship to that anthem. So when I go to the page, or when I\u2019m thinking about poems, I\u2019m always trying to tear something down, or I\u2019m punching up from a place of dissatisfaction, grievance, from a place of oppression, or some subjugated position that wants and imagines better.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ph.D. student Afua Ansong\u2019s chapbook, Try Kissing God<\/em>, was published this year. In it, Ansong considers identity \u201cand the relationship between the sovereign and man in African diaspora culture.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n

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\u201cI thought of poetry as a space to begin again.\u201d
\u2014Afua Ansong<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Doctoral student Afua Ansong<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Ghanian-American poet emigrated to the United States when she was a child. \u201cI came to poetry with anger. Moving to America, I\u2019d lost my friends, I\u2019d lost my language, I\u2019d lost most of my family, and I had to make a new life. Initially, I didn\u2019t like poetry. I didn\u2019t understand it. But it became the medium through which I could express myself and make meaning of why I was in the United States.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI thought of poetry as a space to begin again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Lila
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COVID-19 derailed Ansong\u2019s plans for a writing residency and research for her poetry dissertation collection, but social media provided an outlet for her art. \u201cIt allowed me to increase my virtual connections to other writers and readers. I reached out to many of my Ghanaian readers via Twitter, and this has gotten me excited about creating poems for a larger audience.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere are no rules except the ones I make.\u201d
\u2014Lila Bovenzi \u201922<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Potter Poetry Prize winner Lila Bovenzi \u201922 understands how poetry excites. \u201cYou create your own version of language. Other forms of writing are like building with bricks, whereas writing poetry is like sculpting clay\u2014it\u2019s incredibly moldable,\u201d she says. \u201cI also think there is much greater opportunity to use all different forms of figurative language. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere are no rules except the ones I make.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Mother<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The moon
\u2014of which
you said
would probably 
be cold
to touch 
that night 
\u2014has risen 
above the lake.
The stars 
cannot compare: 
their lonely 
rhythms of shining 
are not held 
by the waves. 
Wherever you may
be, in this moment,
I want you 
to know  
the sky 
has lifted
its curtains 
to warm 
me with wonder.
I see myself:
a baby 
quiet, eyes shut,
in the womb
of this moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014Afua Ansong<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

To Find Respite from the Overwhelming<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Associate Professor of English J. Jennifer Jones<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOne of the things about memorizing a poem is that it never stops being with you, but its meanings will shift and change and reward across time.\u201d 
\u2014J. Jennifer Jones<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Last fall, 溏心vlog免费B站\u2019s Department of English introduced a number of courses as part of its new creative writing option. Associate Professor of English J. Jennifer Jones taught Poetry Out Loud, a spoken-word, online poetry course for majors and non-majors alike, that received high marks from students such as Abigail Dodd \u201922. \u201cOf all my classes, yours has made me feel most comforted and seen as a student struggling to navigate this year,\u201d Dodd wrote to Jones. \u201cIt offered me an anchor to ground myself when things felt overwhelming and absurd.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From Kristen Karavitch \u201924: \u201cI truly think that you have helped me find a newfound love of poetry! I registered for this class thinking that it was just another credit requirement that was required for my engineering major; however, this course has taught me so much.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And Jordan Kalinsky \u201924 wrote, \u201cI would not have achieved the level of skill in my work without your valuable guidance and feedback. Thank you for being a part of my COVID lemonade. Your class truly helped me make it through my first semester of college with work that felt meaningful and rewarding.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Abigail Dodd \u201922<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Kristen Karavitch \u201924<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Jordan Kalinsky \u201924<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPoetry offered me an anchor to ground myself when things felt overwhelming and absurd.\u201d 
\u2014Abigail Dodd \u201922<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In addition to the usual benefits a literature class offers\u2014the development of habits of close reading, discernment, and concision; critical thinking and analysis; and, of course, honing of writing and memorization skills\u2014the course rewards in other ways both profound and enduring, Jones contends. Universities have a two-pronged mission: preparing students for a career and nurturing self-realization and growth, she says. \u201cThose two things are always uneasy with each other and, in the contemporary, hyper-consumerist environment in which we currently exist, preparation for a career can come at the expense of self-realization and social interaction. The work I\u2019m trying to do is to open students up to the relationship between career preparation and self-realization, and the way in which one rationalizes them in one\u2019s world, in life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA course like this is meant to encourage lifelong self-reflection,\u201d Jones says. \u201cOne of the things about memorizing a poem is that it never stops being with you, but its meanings will shift and change and reward across time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Charles Kell, Ph.D. \u201919, teaches literature and poetry at the Community College of Rhode Island. In response to the Black Lives Matter movement, he introduced students to poems about George Floyd, Tamir Rice, and Freddie Gray. \u201cStudents really gravitate towards the poems. They\u2019re like, \u2018Wow, this is what\u2019s going on in the news, and here\u2019s poetry about it. They\u2019re not used to people writing about \u2018the now.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kell\u2019s love of poetry started early, in elementary school, with a Langston Hughes poem. \u201cI ripped the poem out of the book, folded it up, and put it in my pocket,\u201d he says. \u201cHughes was one of the first writers I fell in love with.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Writing poetry came much later. In the fall of 2013, then-Ph.D. student Kell took a creative writing class with poet and 溏心vlog免费B站 English professor Peter Covino. Covino introduced Kell to poet Timothy Liu, with whom Kell struck up a friendship after the poet spoke at 溏心vlog免费B站. Both Liu and Covino encouraged Kell\u2019s efforts. Kell\u2019s prize-winning and first collection of poetry, Cage of Lit Glass<\/em>, was published in 2018. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In his teaching, Kell strives to ignite in his students the same enthusiasm that prompted him to purloin poems once upon a time. It\u2019s working. His poetry students have a choice in their final assessment: critical paper or creative assignment. \u201cThe majority of them choose to do the creative assignment. And they have the greatest time. I have a lot of non-traditional students\u2014older students who are nurses, for example\u2014and they\u2019re writing poems. And it might be the only time they write poems, but they\u2019re just having a blast.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Other Novel<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

where the boy sings
for hours in the forest alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His aching hand claps bark
for each night spent on the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He went looking for his dead sister.
A circus finds him, feeds the hungry<\/p>\n\n\n\n

mouth sweet bread, cool liquid drips 
down his chin staining a torn shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stars are clocks floating above
the clockmaker’s skin. The boy runs<\/p>\n\n\n\n

away to go looking again. Crickets
click bildungsroman<\/em> to the red leaves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was stupid, this idea. The boy
agrees. He thinks I can’t see him perched<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in a tree with bow & arrow pointed
at my lung. In its golden spit, rusty pins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I rip each page to fine bits, scatter them
on the forest floor where they will<\/p>\n\n\n\n

become loam, swamp fisted with insects.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014Charles Kell<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

To Achieve Connection<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Poetry may be the most malleable and mutable literature there is if you believe that prayers, spells, epic tales, plays, musicals, spirituals, protest songs, hip-hop\u2014and even graffiti art\u2014are permutations of the form.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA poem is a form of self-expression that arises when a chord has been struck within.\u201d
\u2014Shanee Stepakoff<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Shanee
Doctoral student Shanee Stepakoff<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

And then there is the poetry that bears witness. Ph.D. student Shanee Stepakoff\u2019s first poetry collection, Testimony<\/em>, concerns accounts told to a United Nations war crimes tribunal established in the aftermath of a civil war in Sierra Leone that lasted from 1991 to 2002. Testimony will be published in July of 2021. \u201cI had lived and worked in the region for several years and was aware that many truths about the war were not reaching an international readership,\u201d she says, \u201cbecause most readers from outside of the West African sub-region were not inclined to spend hours poring through books on subjects such as global history or political science.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI felt that a collection of poems would reach people who might otherwise not take an interest in the impact of a civil war in a faraway country,\u201d she says. \u201cBy definition, a poem is a form of self-expression that arises when a chord has been struck within, when a person has been touched in their heart or soul, and when no other language will suffice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n

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Robin Cosgrove \u201922 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Robin Cosgrove \u201922, a kinesiology major, knows the feeling of a soul\u2019s connecting to poetry. He took first place in a recitation competition in Jones\u2019 class for his rendition of William Blake\u2019s \u201cMad Song.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFor me, poetry is utterly indispensable. I find wrestling meaning out of words is exhilarating. Of course, you can read a poem and get the surface meaning, but you don\u2019t really engage that way,\u201d Cosgrove says. \u201cBut if you dig a little bit deeper, you get a lot more, and that\u2019s the reward for me. It\u2019s that feeling that I\u2019ve gotten something extra that not everybody else would see if they\u2019re just surface reading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPoetry is utterly indispensable. I find wrestling meaning out of words is exhilarating.\u201d
\u2014Robin Cosgrove \u201922<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEven if I am utterly exhausted and have no attention span to give, I can read a short poem and something catches my attention and I dive in and, suddenly, it\u2019s two in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Poetry is everywhere, Bovenzi says. And it\u2019ll likely outlast us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPoetry will exist as long as humanity survives,\u201d Bovenzi predicts. \u201cAnd even if we die, isn\u2019t there poetry everywhere in the rest of the universe? If there wasn\u2019t, then where could we have gotten it from? There\u2019s something cyclical about every process in the world, and it is through these circles that patterns, then rhythms, then rhymes, then music, are formed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe way life and death fold into each other in an endless loop must be a form of poetry in and of itself, \u201dBovenzi adds. \u201cSo in that way, I think poetry is immortal, even if we aren\u2019t.\u201d \u2022<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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M.A.T.E.S.<\/strong>
(My Addiction To Eating Swallowtails)<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I saw that its wings were stuck between my teeth
When I leaned in to look in the mirror.
Still soft, still alive, they put a sparkle in my eye,
Which I saw when I peered even nearer.
They fluttered with the exhale of my breath,
A gothic pair of lace curtains,
So I made sure to clamp my mouth shut.
When my lips once more parted,
the wings had both vanished,
But a rumbling began in my gut.
A song or a scream, I couldn\u2019t tell which,
Came hammering up through my throat.
My voice gleamed with agony,
Its tone a stream of melody,
Casting spells with each painful new note.
At last, I did laugh,
I did grin; I rejoiced
For I knew I was gifted that day.
That upon the ingestion,
I was granted ascension,
And gravity lifted away.
Now each word I speak shall rise up into space
Until at last it burns up with the stars.
And I\u2019ll know when they blink,
Which I\u2019ll share with a wink,
That I\u2019ve planted the sky with new scars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014Lila Bovenzi <\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Discover more poetry, video, and photos<\/a> in our web-only supplement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Illustrations: Mason McMillen<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Photos: Brandon Fuller;  Nora Lewis; Courtesy Lila Bovenzi; Robin Cosgrove; Abigail Dodd; Briana Gagnon; Kristen Karavitch; Jordan Kalinsky; Charles Kell; Shanee Stepakoff; Nate Vaccaro<\/p>\n\n\n\n

April is National Poetry Month. Inspired to Read?<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Start with these favorites from some of our 溏心vlog免费B站 poetry readers and writers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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J. Jennifer Jones, Associate Professor of English<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
  • \u201cThe Prelude\u201d by William Wordsworth<\/strong>
    In lines 84\u2013180 from Book IV of \u201cThe Prelude,\u201d  Wordsworth creates a quiet, yet startling, poetics of temporality in which “life and afterlife” become inextricable.<\/li>
  • \u201cTo Autumn\u201d by John Keats<\/strong>
    In Keats\u2019 \u201cTo Autumn,\u201d the poet involves us in the realm of the in-between, in which a thing\u2014a lamb, or a flower\u2014develops to the point of near-bursting into something else.<\/li>
  • \u201cJenny Kiss\u2019d Me\u201d by Leigh Hunt<\/strong>
    Hunt wrote this wonderful, short poem about his first visit with friends after surviving the flu during a flu epidemic. I taught it last semester to my ENG 120-Poetry Out Loud students.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n

    Robin Cosgrove \u201922<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
    • \u201cThe Tyger\u201d by William Blake<\/strong>
      When I was 12 years old, \u201cThe Tyger\u201d was my introduction to poetry recitation, and to Blake, who is my favorite poet. The poem has been important to me ever since.<\/li><\/ul>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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      Jordan Kalinsky \u201924<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
      • \u201cThe Wasteland\u201d by T.S. Eliot<\/strong>
        A beautifully crafted, sobering commentary on the utter futility and darkness of modern life in the wake of World War I, this poem is packed with allusions that transcend time, national borders, and religious divides. This poem met me at my lowest point, and has inspired my personal work.<\/li><\/ul>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

        Afua Ansong, Ph.D. Student<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
        • \u201cPerhaps the World Ends Here\u201d by Joy Harjo<\/strong>
          The central metaphor in this poem is a dinner table where beauty and chaos unfold. I am reminded that the simple act of eating dinner can create a sense of community and allow us to enter spaces of revival.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n

          Nate Vaccaro \u201919<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
          • \u201cI Cannot Be Quiet an Hour\u201d by Mary Ruefle<\/strong>
            I return to this poem again and again, particularly during this period of social isolation, and always find new meaning in its simple, devastating march forward.<\/li><\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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