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		<title>Versions to the World</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2011 18:56:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nihil De Nada</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I question the reach of your eyes in front of the man who shaped no lean sliver of who you are across from me right now looking past me in your wriggled chair and as for an answer you bang your glass hard down at the table almost slam it really splat on the newspaper [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Stream v.4.3</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/stream-v-4-3</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2010 13:20:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nihil De Nada</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Prose & poems]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are icons to shatter here. Does anyone remember when meaning was meaningful? People are not stupid. &#8220;We no longer have anything to hide in this integral reality that envelops us.&#8221; They are oblivious. I am of two or more minds. You can&#8217;t feel up unless you get down. Suicide is a state of mind. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Franz Kafka, The Sirens</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2010 03:12:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>pith... picks</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Parables]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[THE SIRENS These are the seductive voices of the night: the Sirens, too, sang that way. It would be doing them an injustice to say they wanted to seduce; they knew they had claws and sterile wombs, and they lamented this aloud. They could not help it if their laments sounded so beautiful. - Franz [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vasko Popa, “Before the Game”</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/prose-poetry-original-poetry/vasko-popa-before-the-game</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anyman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[BEFORE THE GAME Shut one eye then the other Peek into every corner of yourself See that there are no nails no thieves See that there are cuckoo&#8217;s eggs Shut then the other eye Squat and jump Jump jump high high On top of yourself Fall then with all your weight Fall for days on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Self-Portrait in a 3-Way Mirror (Triptych Betrayal)</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/triptych-betrayal</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 19:33:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nihil De Nada</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Prose & poems]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Unable as yet to walk, or even to stand up. . . he nevertheless overcomes the obstructions. . . and, fixing his attitude in a slightly leaning-forward position, in order to hold it in his gaze, brings back an instantaneous aspect of the image.&#8221; - Jacques Lacan, The Mirror Stage / My baby rolled over [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mornin&#8217;</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/prose-poetry-original-poetry/early-morning-trash-day-haul</link>
		<comments>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/prose-poetry-original-poetry/early-morning-trash-day-haul#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 15:12:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>joesmith</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Early morning. Trash day. Haul cart to street. Boxers. Button fly. Neighbor smiles, then eyes grow wide. Noticing then, a new day&#8217;s breeze.]]></description>
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		<title>Easter Eve</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/easter</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 06:36:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>joesmith</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Big Jesus, Please don&#8217;t bleed tears tomorrow. I&#8217;m just helping St Jenny w/the girls. We&#8217;re cool. You&#8217;re a hero who didn&#8217;t get back up. Regards, Some man&#8217;s son]]></description>
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		<title>Postcard from the Fire</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/prose/postcard-from-the-fire</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 15:59:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>joesmith</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lucia, my distant love You predict me, as ever. Yes, the woods again were where I found myself, wolves singing their hungry sleep songs, but returned to our home, a half empty shell of what we haven&#8217;t built, but abide there on our finest days. Fuel for my fires was depleted in days and another [...]]]></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>
		<comments>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/oh-my-god-ill-never-get-home-russell-edson#comments</comments>
		<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>Hell, a prose poem by Peter Johnson</title>
		<link>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/prose-poetry-original-poetry/hell</link>
		<comments>http://pith.net/pith/original-poetry/prose-poetry-original-poetry/hell#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 11:32:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anyman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hell &#8220;If you want to understand the social and political history of modern man, study hell.&#8221; &#8211; Thomas Merton It&#8217;s probably like the excitement of your first cigarette, but it lasts forever, that dizzying nausea &#8212; the Unknown: with imitation human heads on their buttocks, bats leaping from black books, dragon tails waving, monkey glands [...]]]></description>
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