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		<description><![CDATA[Life is what you make it – boring people are bored – and a trip to wherever, no matter how exciting, would not change what you are… which is a person who is frustrated by their own inability to do anything. I’m not talking about human potential, I am talking about what you actually do. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingonwriting.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5441941&amp;post=76&amp;subd=writingonwriting&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[I used to know a woman who came to our country.  In her country, she was nothing because she was a woman.  She knew this and this made her insane.  Who wouldn&#8217;t be? In coming to the new country she decided she would re-invent herself, which she promptly did.  She dreamed of what she wanted [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingonwriting.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5441941&amp;post=71&amp;subd=writingonwriting&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes poetry has no name, no title.  Writing on writing continues with poetry without names, titles.  They are just words that arrive at the ear, enter the head and force the hand to pick up a pen.  They can occur at any time or place, on the metro, on a train, in a cafe, in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingonwriting.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5441941&amp;post=68&amp;subd=writingonwriting&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Like the news and the media, the snow in the winter, the sun in the summer and the rain in the spring&#8230; Poetry continues for a while. &#8230; and echoes of the great hall. Our hips, our sexes our breasts our full bellies of food and sex and wine fused us like a sticky glue. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=writingonwriting.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5441941&amp;post=64&amp;subd=writingonwriting&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>More Writing More Poetry</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2009 16:20:17 +0000</pubDate>
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