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		<title>Freedom, in Defiance of Bondage</title>
		<link>http://www.whiteprintinc.com/blog/?p=528</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[The skin begins
with a breathable, unflinching ability
to grow in space.
Then, in addition to illness,
the hurdle of mortality,
and judgment
based on ignorance.
Acknowledging is resisting,
which for some is to have intimately known an infection of dignity,
a fracture where humanity was crazed into lynching itself,
and to have taken an autopsy of human reason,
of what evolved into and out of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The skin begins<br />
with a breathable, unflinching ability<br />
to grow in space.<br />
Then, in addition to illness,<br />
the hurdle of mortality,<br />
and judgment<br />
based on ignorance.<br />
Acknowledging is resisting,<br />
which for some is to have intimately known an infection of dignity,<br />
a fracture where humanity was crazed into lynching itself,<br />
and to have taken an autopsy of human reason,<br />
of what evolved into and out of imprisonment,<br />
and to have come to the place<br />
(even beyond brokenness, anger, tragedy)<br />
the amazing place<br />
(that after visiting we all want to tell about)<br />
where forgiveness<br />
helped us find our radiance<br />
and freed it.</p>
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		<title>Ecstasy, in Defiance of Agony</title>
		<link>http://www.whiteprintinc.com/blog/?p=526</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 19:51:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Not stagnancy, but the unremitting agony
of being separated from God
because you are separated
from yourself.
Checked by the realization that God and the Self commune,
which annihilates separation and replaces it
with Ecstatic
Union.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not stagnancy, but the unremitting agony<br />
of being separated from God<br />
because you are separated<br />
from yourself.<br />
Checked by the realization that God and the Self commune,<br />
which annihilates separation and replaces it<br />
with Ecstatic<br />
Union.</p>
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		<title>Beauty, in Defiance of Demoralization</title>
		<link>http://www.whiteprintinc.com/blog/?p=524</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 19:49:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The body I was born with begs to differ…
it has Elohim offering every creature
a bouquet of flowers,
a field of flowers,
a planet of flowers
so as to remind us
over
and over
and over again,
how beautiful we are.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The body I was born with begs to differ…<br />
it has Elohim offering every creature<br />
a bouquet of flowers,<br />
a field of flowers,<br />
a planet of flowers</p>
<p>so as to remind us<br />
over<br />
and over<br />
and over again,</p>
<p>how beautiful we are.</p>
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		<title>Tangent</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 19:45:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cross-street
road design
imagination folded up
periodic mileage check
waiting at
marble mailbox
planted through
and through
pine and lavender
under water
layers of natural soil
creating compartments, stories
affirming
the surrounding unseen
characters of play
paint by night light
mystery pressure(s)
direct the if
shifted being
discover
the dream map
points where
hydrogen meet
carbon
arriving on time (we hope)
oxygen
arriving
life promises
we wait for the change
soon
we are almost
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cross-street</p>
<p>road design</p>
<p>imagination folded up</p>
<p>periodic mileage check</p>
<p>waiting at</p>
<p>marble mailbox</p>
<p>planted through</p>
<p>and through</p>
<p>pine and lavender</p>
<p>under water</p>
<p>layers of natural soil</p>
<p>creating compartments, stories</p>
<p>affirming</p>
<p>the surrounding unseen</p>
<p>characters of play</p>
<p>paint by night light</p>
<p>mystery pressure(s)</p>
<p>direct the if</p>
<p>shifted being</p>
<p>discover</p>
<p>the dream map</p>
<p>points where</p>
<p>hydrogen meet</p>
<p>carbon</p>
<p>arriving on time (we hope)</p>
<p>oxygen</p>
<p>arriving</p>
<p>life promises</p>
<p>we wait for the change</p>
<p>soon</p>
<p>we are almost</p>
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		<title>This Years Poets</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 19:39:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i saw horses
then in neon
i saw horizontal men
thin &#38; gray
built more black
large on stage &#38; the page
this years poets
singular -leg
they keep going
teaching smoke to smell
riding home -made wave
sensuous charcoal
on another -edge
paper like time
radical space men
welcome the buddha
hit the streets
find a past
dig up a riot
dig in fibrous
perceive down
drug boat
Detroit to West Coast
and beyond us
they write &#8220;good [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i saw <strong>horses</strong></p>
<p>then in neon</p>
<p>i saw horizontal men</p>
<p>thin &amp; gray</p>
<p>built more black</p>
<p>large on stage &amp; the page</p>
<p>this years poets</p>
<p>singular -leg</p>
<p>they keep going</p>
<p>teaching smoke to smell</p>
<p>riding home -made wave</p>
<p>sensuous charcoal</p>
<p>on another -edge</p>
<p>paper like time</p>
<p>radical space men</p>
<p>welcome the buddha</p>
<p>hit the streets</p>
<p>find a past</p>
<p>dig up a riot</p>
<p>dig in fibrous</p>
<p>perceive down</p>
<p>drug boat</p>
<p>Detroit to West Coast</p>
<p>and beyond us</p>
<p>they write &#8220;good morning&#8221;</p>
<p>very still</p>
<p>w/out &#8220;u&#8221; -w/we</p>
<p>dead trees shadow cast cod</p>
<p>stop motion mountain effect on out earth</p>
<p>wow</p>
<p>-</p>
<p>8/11/10</p>
<p>for Ron and Mick</p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 19:29:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[block dog barks non-stop bug
deep folded in comfrey flowers lavender
over yesterday&#8217;s lucidity
ice of pot
a rusted-shut birdcage.
-
wild flow
take off er
er upt ann&#8217;s lace coughs
&#8220;aint nothin gonna fill ma soul&#8221;
last spray rose
brown edge july
morning heat in a backyard pit
where she slept
a damp cadaver
brought her a fake Rolex
then tied itself to the railroad tracks.
the whole town watched as [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>block dog barks non-stop bug</p>
<p>deep folded in comfrey flowers lavender</p>
<p>over yesterday&#8217;s lucidity</p>
<p>ice of pot</p>
<p>a rusted-shut birdcage.</p>
<p>-</p>
<p>wild flow</p>
<p>take off er</p>
<p>er upt ann&#8217;s lace coughs</p>
<p>&#8220;aint nothin gonna fill ma soul&#8221;</p>
<p>last spray rose</p>
<p>brown edge july</p>
<p>morning heat in a backyard pit</p>
<p>where she slept</p>
<p>a damp cadaver</p>
<p>brought her a fake Rolex</p>
<p>then tied itself to the railroad tracks.</p>
<p>the whole town watched as a train billowed</p>
<p>and struck down dead</p>
<p>wails the warning blow.</p>
<p>-</p>
<p>by mid-morning she had recovered her senses,</p>
<p>the fake Rolex took sun into its mouth and shot her in the eye with it.</p>
<p>wake up found sound</p>
<p>chants her best friend</p>
<p>pearly yellow cockle kiss</p>
<p>my kitchen sloppy in</p>
<p>-</p>
<p>smells  like cooked flesh.</p>
<p>arm.</p>
<p>watch</p>
<p>the fake Rolex eat glass diamonds 12 3</p>
<p>4 5 7 10 4 1</p>
<p>sun back skyward flash es fish</p>
<p>pelting so dry</p>
<p>skin fry</p>
<p>exposed monarch veins of day lily self</p>
<p>one after noon after</p>
<p>dies in even end</p>
<p>.</p>
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		<title>From #110 (page 9)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 18:54:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[one can be so confused by the crystalization of depth.
theoretical antacid in a trap-door.  say &#8220;both&#8221;are
and begin
floating in white.  The disarrangement of love finds its place.
black catechism cateclysms mechanism typography kept in the dark, kept.
focus can&#8217;t see me.  right side up retina chair.
dread clouds so white and frozen as snow.  keep eating stuffed full, taxidermy.
epidermal [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>one can be so confused by the crystalization of depth.</p>
<p>theoretical antacid in a trap-door.  say &#8220;both&#8221;are</p>
<p>and begin</p>
<p>floating in white.  The disarrangement of love finds its place.</p>
<p>black catechism cateclysms mechanism typography kept in the dark, kept.</p>
<p>focus can&#8217;t see me.  right side up retina chair.</p>
<p>dread clouds so white and frozen as snow.  keep eating stuffed full, taxidermy.</p>
<p>epidermal pet blackhole, crept on a leash.  blue  blood until cut,</p>
<p>oxygen, she is an apparition and an aberration.</p>
<p>gaol legion moon all crooked up.</p>
<p>gale wind gouls blades in their flimsy fingers bars.  swell squall wall black co lateral</p>
<p>sleep gas lights are severing movement three-dimensional space-time.</p>
<p>a few red skies.  after. They set fire-works off in the sky for a grave.</p>
<p>lightswitch math.  fiddle with night instruments.   eyeballs lifeless as linen, broken wing</p>
<p>tink (bones) in a plastic bag tincture.  Concept scalpel sect</p>
<p>&#8216;fuckin&#8217; colloquial</p>
<p>nothing stick</p>
<p>in the hole</p>
<p>fuck off up</p>
<p>im not caving carving an invisible letter in the dark</p>
<p>spins blindlike an open sign</p>
<p>the bottle.</p>
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		<title>From #110 (page 8)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 18:35:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[gamble babble
black my daughter
darkening medicine.
fall an other sigh
lightening.
straight poems invert an opal
living daylights out.
nothing more
light related shadow.
loves its reflected
object
brought up-right.
try mention the
family.
money in the air,
bored
red.
b o
smells up
the floor boards.
the room is octagon
what else?
is else.
white widens in illlit
-eration (ear).
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>gamble babble</p>
<p>black my daughter</p>
<p>darkening medicine.</p>
<p>fall an other sigh</p>
<p>lightening.</p>
<p>straight poems invert an opal</p>
<p>living daylights out.</p>
<p>nothing more</p>
<p>light related shadow.</p>
<p>loves its reflected</p>
<p>object</p>
<p>brought up-right.</p>
<p>try mention the</p>
<p>family.</p>
<p>money in the air,</p>
<p>bored</p>
<p>red.</p>
<p>b o</p>
<p>smells up</p>
<p>the floor boards.</p>
<p>the room is octagon</p>
<p>what else?</p>
<p>is else.</p>
<p>white widens in illlit</p>
<p>-eration (ear).</p>
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		<title>A Fragment</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 18:22:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[meet with your nature,Iridescent kid
in a white, vaporous tree
what have the flying men promised
change your life my drowsy flame
extinguisher-fire of a lifelong drouse
dancers in the crematory oven.
white hot ash, homo-sapien
ties youth between two skies
grafting purgatorial states
to the human nuclei
feed and bathe my shadow
thoughts&#8217; arc-mirrors insist you distort my form
repeating blindly in perpetual digression
twirling the lie [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><span class="yiv1651106259Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><span>meet with your nature,</span><span>Iridescent kid</span><br />
<span>in a white, vaporous tree</span><br />
<span>what have the flying men promised</span></p>
<p><span>change your life my drowsy flame</span><br />
<span>extinguisher-fire of a lifelong drouse</span><br />
<span>dancers in the crematory oven.</span></p>
<p><span>white hot ash, homo-sapien</span><br />
<span>ties youth between two skies</span><br />
<span>grafting purgatorial states</span><br />
<span>to the human nuclei</span></p>
<p><span>feed and bathe my shadow</span><br />
<span>thoughts&#8217; arc-mirrors insist you distort my form</span><br />
<span>repeating blindly in perpetual digression</span><br />
<span>twirling the lie comet under and over</span><br />
<span> do not ruin me</span><br />
<span> do not investigate my fear</span></p>
<p><span>snow green sounds of subordinate spring</span><br />
<span>(time shed its skin as we slept)</span></p>
<p><span>rayed-world, the apart time corresponds</span><br />
<span>to lost love, a fragrance desire cannot reissue</span></p>
<p><span>morning-throned</span><br />
<span>i am the night&#8217;s ill patient</span><br />
<span>puzzled by a world i assume tiered</span></p>
<p><span>brighten-captors,</span><br />
<span>i have raveled in the ellipses of desire</span><br />
<span>a pair of cardinals, fires in the blue of green</span></p>
<p><span>taught by a silent series</span><br />
<span>November-eves reappear</span></p>
<p><span>summer nights of Eden</span><br />
<span>animals &#8211;</span><br />
<span>suspend the hands</span><br />
<span>of the clock garden</span></p>
<p><span>Black ravens</span><br />
<span>apply their methods</span><br />
<span>shriek-swarming in half-light.</span></p>
<p><span>you tire.</span><br />
<span>i compound the room&#8217;s shadows</span><br />
<span>repelling noon&#8217;s halberd</span></p>
<p><span>incongruent, these</span><br />
<span>cannot revive my division fires</span><br />
<span>&#8211;</span></p>
<p><span>Beings</span><br />
<span>on the steps</span><br />
<span>asleep </span></p>
<p></span></div>
<div><span class="yiv1651106259Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><span>In every memory.</span></span></div>
<p><span class="yiv1651106259Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br />
<span>i have walked in the world</span><br />
<span>to watch them wake.</span><br />
<span>Now amber raped</span><br />
<span>Full of august and the dream</span></span></p>
<p><span>they were</span><br />
<span>as you are</span><br />
<span>before you appear</span></p>
<p><span> each thought of you</span><br />
<span> houses a replica.</span><br />
<span> I fathom duplicates &#8212; runic</span><br />
<span> arbitrary</span></p>
<p><span>I lie in shadewinds</span><br />
<span>hair on cold smooth stone streets</span><br />
<span>blind twilight unwinds</span><br />
<span>injecting yellow cards</span><br />
<span>between shadow cogs</span><br />
<span>overloading the tines&#8211; into light</span><br />
<span>idea of day; dawn</span><br />
<span> ignite.</span></p>
<p><span>In all that takes place</span><br />
<span> i ask why you&#8217;ve left.</span><br />
<span> years pass.</span></p>
<p><span> hearing him speaking to a window</span><br />
<span> hallucinations</span></p>
<p><span>\</span><br />
<span>a relationship decomposes.</span><br />
<span> become acquainted with another</span></p>
<p><span>doubling surface areas, snow</span></p>
<p><span> a relationship decomposes</span><br />
<span> becomes acquainted</span></p>
<p><span>pull my name across the desert</span><br />
<span>polyphonies agape</span></p>
<p><span>rolling and unrolling, rose-yellow.</span><br />
<span>one substance segments into day.</span></p>
<p><span>let go</span><br />
<span>of the drunken bell</span><br />
<span>nothing able will end you</span><br />
<span>once you were never drunk</span></p>
<p><span>when the patterns cease to replicate</span><br />
<span>all distances are equal</span><br />
<span>when the paths cannot be known</span></p>
<p><span>when he descends the spiral</span><br />
<span>exterior/interior</span><br />
<span>witnessed from all sides</span></p>
<p><span>maternal voice</span><br />
<span>vox-horizon</span><br />
<span>is obstructed</span><br />
<span>chimneys buried beneath waves.</span></p>
<p><span>hunter in the neighborhood</span><br />
<span>seer in the city</span><br />
<span>boatman at the end</span><br />
<span>of an anchor chain</span></p>
<p><span> We agree and disagree in degrees</span><br />
<span> it is warmer in sunlight</span><br />
<span> truer face to face</span><br />
<span> it is a body lodged in clay</span><br />
<span> for air it waits - waits - waits - waits</span></p>
<p><span>deciding</span><br />
<span>I play</span></p>
<p><span> a white drawer</span><br />
<span> holds a marked boxed</span><br />
<span> in a room i cannot make real</span><br />
<span> a room in a dream.</span></p>
<p><span>the intonations</span><br />
<span>numberless,</span><br />
<span>childhood</span></p>
<p><span>our family tree blooms</span><br />
<span>thick with morning dew:</span><br />
<span>Sunlit crushed glass;</span><br />
<span>death picks every piece of fruit</span></p>
<p><span>i&#8217;m told you&#8217;ve searched</span><br />
<span>the stone coast.</span><br />
<span>we did.</span><br />
<span>i resent you in time.</span></p>
<p><span>the water wheel threshes the river dry</span></p>
<p><span>in our yard</span><br />
<span>he is carried kings, naked</span><br />
<span>deathed, descending in sunlight</span><br />
<span>the brightness of each rib</span><br />
<span>diminishes</span><br />
<span>brightest at the center.</span></p>
<p><span>he desires.</span><br />
<span>motive of knowable origin</span><br />
<span>idea, body-graved</span></p>
<p><span>while it is too late &#8211;</span><br />
<span>dry straw on the water</span></p>
<p><span>desire&#8217;s open windows</span></p>
<p><span>when Babel tore apart</span></p>
<p><span>my pain is sure</span></p>
<p><span>gray shield</span><br />
<span>Heaven&#8217;s boiling point</span></p>
<p><span>gamma ray</span><br />
<span>disturbed nest</span><br />
<span>tomb-wall fortress broken</span></p>
<p><span>its gasping thumb smears</span></p>
<p><span>the man whose step</span><br />
<span>is uncertain glances</span><br />
<span>at the reality in flight</span><br />
<span>that exists as a consciousness.</span></p>
<p><span>elder water:</span><br />
<span>home and disaster,</span><br />
<span>two resilient mouths</span><br />
<span>masticate my memories</span></p>
<p><span>torch flowers.</span><br />
<span>able-bodied splendors</span><br />
<span>laughter watchers</span><br />
<span>breathe, time&#8217;s immortal vapor</span></p>
<p><span>girl of the blood dirge</span><br />
<span>i witness your red</span><br />
<span>our encounter, last of the lasting</span><br />
<span>first to be spider-spun</span><br />
<span>I feast on that web.</span></p>
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<p>corrupts the theme</p>
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<p>with which the words manipulate the host</p>
<p>reading like Braille a silent conscience</p>
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