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		<title>92. Blackberry</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A plaque in this meadow memorializes Thomas Cook, who must have loved these sunny fields of Grantchester. I would hope to be so lucky, buried in the humid shade of a blackberry bush swollen with fruits darker than the darkest parts of creation, blushing deeper than the quietest places between the limbs of the girl [...]]]></description>
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		<title>91. Dreaming Earthling</title>
		<description><![CDATA[or, The Life of the Mind A cliffside archangel, a world of lost souls and the oceans they drown in; these are dreams I&#8217;ve never had. I am a fortunate child of the joyful sea and with our friend have sailed its bays, plumbed its depths and seen the masked face of God illuminate the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>90. Earthly Witness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Oh to be a Romantic! To haunt the wide meadows of Grantchester or summer bluffs of Exmoor drenched in the sublime excesses of inspiration. Even the brutal, craggy Alpine peaks of Switzerland would present only an opportunity to briefly ascend closer to heaven on Earth. I&#8217;d take the ugly realities, the tuberculosis, classism, crippling restraint&#8211; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://he.artbe.at/2010/10/11/90-earthly-witness/</link>
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		<title>89. Tramcar, Budapest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A man steps onto the crowded car with, on his gloved and alarming hand, an unhooded falcon, and as my mind drifts to gyres and loss I realize I am not held fast to the earth and could tsay on this tram to its terminus, get out and keep walking, I could never return or [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://he.artbe.at/2010/10/09/89-tramcar-budapest/</link>
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		<title>88. Women</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There are some days, like today, when the gray air is threatening to condense to rain around me and my only sanctuary is the fresh outdoors, that I wish women didn&#8217;t exist, that my wet solitude would be more rapturous if I were not haunted by the thought of who I did or did not [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://he.artbe.at/2010/10/08/88-women/</link>
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		<title>87. Bag Poem</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When travelling I carry my worldly life in a bag I sling over my back. I like that I need to feel its heft daily, measure the weight of what I need. I admire it sometimes, pleased at its self-contained certainty. I enter the world as myself and drag the bag behind me, but that&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://he.artbe.at/2010/10/07/87-bag-poem/</link>
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		<title>86. Budapest Haikus</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I. Woman with your ferret leashed for a walk, what do you know that I don&#8217;t? II. I have no seen the sun for weeks, yet there it is cloudless and stunning III. Terrible sound, terrible joy[1] the sea moving icebergs in its mouth[2] [1] Cf. Sufjan Stevens &#8220;The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://he.artbe.at/2010/10/06/86-budapest-haikus/</link>
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		<title>85. The Poet Dreaming</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So many poems about water, light, love&#8211; so why do they all abandon you when you wake in the midst of an anxious dream? The cool certainty of realism but no arias, sonnets, or great, formal oceans of metaphor[1] interrupt the night. At least the grounds are familiar ones, a bed is a bed, you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://he.artbe.at/2010/10/04/85-the-poet-dreaming/</link>
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		<title>84. Anxiety</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;&#8230;a strange, large beauty, a serener beauty than that of any dweller, any walker on the earth&#8230;&#8221; &#8212; UKLG, &#8220;The Lathe of Heaven&#8221; Anticipation, the measured breaths before bursting into the liquor store with a gun to do the talking, only there is no liquor store and no weapon and no war, however personal. There [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://he.artbe.at/2010/10/03/84-anxiety/</link>
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		<title>83. Prague</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Even in the husky cloudcover, what a supple texture the quality of being alive lends to the air in this city-temple to forms and the aspiration of men, still crossed by the odd ferret beneath a parked car, an overcoated man reading his cellphone with a magnifying glass, the Vietnamese woman composed behind the mini-market [...]]]></description>
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