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		<title>Holiday on the Farm</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/writers/joesmith-columnists/holiday-on-the-farm-2</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 16:19:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anyman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The soap opera organ announces what we can hardly bear to hear. A metal-aproned matron summons the skin ribbon she left on the seat of a Galaxy 500, circa 1969. Her tremolo is a casual torture. We mistake her voice for a choir of a thousand muffled mothers and wobble dutifully in to an Easter [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On the Virtual&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/featured-writers/in-the-virtual-is-the-ultimat</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 14:08:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nihil De Nada</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;In the Virtual is the ultimate predator &#38; plunderer of reality, secreted by reality itself as a kind of self-destructive viral agent.&#8221; -Jean Baudrillard The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact (Talking Images)]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Reality&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/featured-writers/reality-having-lost-its-natu</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 14:02:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nihil De Nada</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Reality, having lost its natural predators, is growing like a proliferating species.&#8221; -Jean Baudrillard The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact (Talking Images)]]></description>
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		<title>Zeno Whole</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/writers/joesmith-columnists/zeno-whole</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 13:35:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>joesmith</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I save the spaces. No, I&#8217;m no bent surveyor with a three-legged stare bent on destiny, unsettled by innominate expanses, undone by an absence of fences, parsing the plenty. We know how that was manifest. I&#8217;ve never been enamoured of wrought geometries and plaid is a bad parody of place. I save only the spaces: [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Birthday</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/writers/jenny-benjamin-smith-columnists/birthday</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2010 14:31:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jenny Benjamin-Smith</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When the planets turned ready in slow-time abeyance for a rendition of lives to clash, maybe Cherokee man or colonial long hunter, maybe English renegade, or would-be farmer plunging his hands in black dirt to tease out a weed’s root system, or maybe highland warrior who puts his tired head to his suffering wife’s breast [...]]]></description>
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		<title>DARKER AMERICANA</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/prose/darker-americana</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 23:47:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kathleen Eull</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Strip malls give way to strip clubs One hundred fifty miles grind Alongside mammoth motor homes The land is changing She is more voluptuous Her sins secreted While in dusty towns Proud old resentments Bolted to bricks shout “Get us out of the United Nations!” Greasy truck-stop trading posts Stand between bands of green Separating [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Waukesha Tattoo</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/waukesha-tattoo</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 20:26:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>joesmith</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I Here in the town of the common and the good, only the flashes reach us. There&#8217;s no thunder rumble, no sound to savor, no low music to score the out-of-favor soul. No, first it&#8217;s the din, carried air away east, then rain broken in waves on main street curbs where urges are nearly two [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Leap</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/leap</link>
		<comments>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/leap#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 13:30:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>joesmith</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://pith.net/pith/?p=1928</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[“It was intelligence and nothing else that had to be opposed.” &#8211; Søren Kierkegarrd The wind is against me on my pedaled way to work. A bus almost clips me cutting in to its shelter at the curb. A Benz would prefer to run the light and me over to waiting one second more. The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sonnet</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/sonnet</link>
		<comments>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/sonnet#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 15:13:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>joesmith</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://pith.net/pith/?p=1922</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Alert as the light that changes color with the weather atop the building some mistake as electric, we&#8217;re mingling our blood and juices without the dolor that ought accompany a great big age of disease. We are lovely here and welcome the change we bring to each brown room. In the phone booth, we tear [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Prometheus, Franz Kafka</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/prose/prometheus-franz-kafka</link>
		<comments>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/prose/prometheus-franz-kafka#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 03:11:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pith... picks</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are four legends concerning Prometheus. According to the first, he was clamped to a rock in the Caucasus for betraying the secrets of the gods to men, and the gods sent eagles to feed on his liver, which was permanently renewed. According to the second, Prometheus, goaded by the pain of the tearing beaks, [...]]]></description>
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