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		<title>Notes for Notes to Nothing</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 16:41:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nihil De Nada</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I write a lot into the Twitter text box. The I edit, select, cut, cut again, print out, cut up, lay about, arrange, rearrange, randomize, assemble, and reassemble the thought shards in to longer pieces, for reading out and collecting into a pocket book I&#8217;m working on, tentatively called Notes to Nothing. These are edited [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Toenails, Jorge Luis Borges</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 23:01:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anyman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Soft stockings coddle them by day and nail-bossed leather shoes buttress them, but my toes refuse to pay attention. Nothing interests them but emitting toenails, horny plates, semi-transparent and elastic, to defend themselves–from whom? Stupid and mistrustful as they alone can be, they never for a moment stop readying that tenuous armament. They reject the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Philip Larkin, High Windows</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 15:02:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pith... picks</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[High Windows When I see a couple of kids And guess he&#8217;s fucking her and she&#8217;s Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, I know this is paradise Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives&#8211; Bonds and gestures pushed to one side Like an outdated combine harvester, And everyone young going down the long slide [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Russell Edson: Oh My God, I&#8217;ll Never Get Home</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/oh-my-god-ill-never-get-home-russell-edson</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 17:23:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pith... picks</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A piece of a man had broken off in a road. He picked it up and put it in his pocket. As he stooped to pick up another piece he came apart at the waist. His bottom half was still standing. He walked over on his elbows and grabbed the seat of his pants and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>XYLOMANCY, Scott Zieher</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/writers/scott-zieher-columnists/xylomancy</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 15:38:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Scott Zieher</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh didn’t we dance a puzzle Round the tree when we Danced the way we did In early April when all is Vernal and we needed twigs to Invoke the gods that hovered Near a healthy sprig About a foot or so longer Than needed to produce an Invocation that requires wood Or a cross [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dream Song #14 by John Berryman</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 03:59:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anyman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatingly) &#8216;Ever to confess you&#8217;re bored means you have no Inner Resources.&#8217; I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Franz Kafka, Before The Law</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 02:05:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anyman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[BEFORE THE LAW stands a doorkeeper. To this doorkeeper there comes a man from the country and prays for admittance to the Law. But the doorkeeper says that he cannot grant admittance at the moment. The man thinks it over and then asks if he will be allowed in later. &#8220;It is possible,&#8221; says the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bill Knott, Comic Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jun 2000 12:14:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anyman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[from The Laugh at the End of the World: Collected Comic Poems 1969-1999 &#8211; BUY THE BOOK . LEDGELIFE The taller the monument, the more impatient our luggage. Look, look, a graveyard has fancy dirt. Historians agree: this is the pebble which beaned Goliath. Every billboard is theoretically as beautiful as what lies unseen behind [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bill Knott, poems from The Quicken Tree</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2000 03:22:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anyman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[. CHRISTMAS AT THE ORPHANAGE But if they&#8217;d give us toys and twice the stuff most parents splurge on the average kid, orphans, I submit, need more than enough; in fact, stacks wrapped with our names nearly hid the tree: these sparkling allotments yearly guaranteed a lack of&#8211;what?&#8211;family?&#8211; I knew exactly what it was I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bill Knott, poems from Becos</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2000 02:41:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anyman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[FEEDING THE SUN One day we notice that the sun needs feeding. Immediately a crash program begins: we fill rockets with wheat, smoke-rings, razorblades, then, after long aiming &#8211;they&#8217;re off. Hulls specially alloyed so as not to melt before the stuff gets delivered we pour cattle rivers windmills, aborigines etcet into the sun which however, [...]]]></description>
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