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		<title>Schrodinger&#8217;s Card</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 15:44:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Something secondary to subtitles, The seance of jaw and tongue are not in sync. I place the cards on the backs of hands. And this moment, face down, they could be anything. Is this your card? Filed under: Poetry Tagged: magic, poem, Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theiandthenoti.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4606403&amp;post=978&amp;subd=theiandthenoti&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Good Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 15:31:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Beyond Good And Evil]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[She said she was ready. Whispers making their way through the warm mist in the reeds. If we can read through the magic of tubes forcing the breath of life: One, two, three. Should we? Replace function with hands of man, where we breed our gears of artificiality. The burgundy polyvinyl is in the corner [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theiandthenoti.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4606403&amp;post=975&amp;subd=theiandthenoti&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Tea</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 15:16:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The promise of porcelain. Words echoing in the sky of saucer. What have I done to deserve this? I seep and wait for the branches to lose color, the falling into water, the tendrils of the future on my tongue. Leaves the leave to be read, recalled for the birth of a friend Filed under: [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theiandthenoti.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4606403&amp;post=973&amp;subd=theiandthenoti&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Salman Rushdie</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 15:10:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A poet&#8217;s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep. &#8211;Salman Rushdie Filed under: Quotes Tagged: frauds, Poet, salman rushdie, Sleep<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theiandthenoti.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4606403&amp;post=968&amp;subd=theiandthenoti&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>11:15</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 14:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gregbrown</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[do androids dream of electric sheep]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I need to find the words, form the ink into a shovel and dig into the fiber, filter the watermark of distinction. I see four clean cut corners, an emptiness of resilience, form a salve from the crease and break the spaces between words. You read this frozen, with a flat key hum, each breath [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theiandthenoti.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4606403&amp;post=965&amp;subd=theiandthenoti&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Dust In The Eyes</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 02:52:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The tile noise of falling, of coming to a sudden stop. That voice has collapsed like chaotic dominoes without a scent. My hands are cut along the faults a pure porcelain edge There&#8217;s blood in the creme eyes in the dust. Filed under: Poetry Tagged: poem, Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theiandthenoti.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4606403&amp;post=963&amp;subd=theiandthenoti&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Salts</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 13:15:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gregbrown</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[From the white porcerlain, a copper sink this is the landscape of extremities where the scented salts escape the grasp pressed in the lines of fingers. Curl your toes in the suds hands that scrub, to red waiting tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, on the reflection of bubbles to circle the drain. Filed under: Poetry [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theiandthenoti.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4606403&amp;post=950&amp;subd=theiandthenoti&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Belief Engine</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 12:25:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gregbrown</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I see splinters how things all come together, we cannot wait for answers. Falling out of description to take the dimensions and make them my own. The voice has ratios to keep taking the finger along the edge waiting for the paper to peel. Filed under: Poetry Tagged: poem, Poetry<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theiandthenoti.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4606403&amp;post=948&amp;subd=theiandthenoti&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Found Poetry: Comment Spam #2</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 12:22:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gregbrown</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[note: the following was all one comment. Hey this can be a actual cool website Hey I discovered this website to be actually interesting! Bookmarked! I’m not able to see this website properly on my cellphone :( I’m not able to view this website properly on opera I feel there is a downside I’m not [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theiandthenoti.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4606403&amp;post=953&amp;subd=theiandthenoti&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Among the Strings</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 13:29:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gregbrown</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have nothing to say, but the ink flows anyway, awaiting synapses to coalesce into ideas or images waiting for the muse to present. I sit on a comfy couch listening to the singing of sitting on cotton springs, flesh of plant. I wait. Everything is skin&#8211; an atom of being and belief. Does God [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theiandthenoti.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4606403&amp;post=941&amp;subd=theiandthenoti&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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