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	<description>reflections in ink</description>
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		<title>brummagem smiles (or the etiquette of grins)</title>
		<link>http://diatribalarts.wordpress.com/2008/06/24/brummagem-smiles/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 13:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At that moment she smiled but not so much with her eyes.
Still it was gleaming like that of a child’s or new pages
Not yet yellowed through with the antiquity of
Use (all courtesy of the whitening gels that do away
With the coffee, the wine and the nicotine that
Were once used by her to feel more grown [...]]]></description>
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		<title>personal prayers: while reflecting on the ordinary — v. agnus dei</title>
		<link>http://diatribalarts.wordpress.com/2008/06/03/v-agnus-dei/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I sat awhile straining through mem’ries…
Trying to reminisce some moment of
Ecstasy when I, like David, confidently
Danced before the Lord—arms raised…ephod
Flutt’ring in unmeasured gambols of
Delight;;;when did I…when have I…danced in such
Sacred exclamations???This morning I
Weaved passed a squirrel and promptly recalled that
Time when one was left mangled in granddad’s
Tread-mark;;;the tears that were shed by a
Six-year-old boy!!!each a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>an academic analysis: 1900 years after the pyroclastic flows</title>
		<link>http://diatribalarts.wordpress.com/2008/05/29/an-academic-analysis/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 17:33:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The anthropologist said of the victims
of Herculaneum,
“They were dead before they felt a thing.”
I guess like the tree that falls with no
one around,
The screams of victims make no sound.
God only knows.
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		<title>personal prayers: while reflecting on the ordinary — iv. sanctus</title>
		<link>http://diatribalarts.wordpress.com/2008/05/27/iv-sanctus/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 13:44:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the car, manufactured air drones,,,
Electric choruses chant,,,and dials tick
Away at asphalt miles—chasing electric
Current in cars.  A tick,,,tick,,,tick to
Metronomize the senses and force a
Mechanical beat;;;the mind discards
Transcendentals for pop tunes and condensed air.
***NEWS FLASH*** Public radio tells of
Another genocide. Then, long,,,long,,,long. No
Shorts to break the rhythm or form any
Messages in the gas-guzzling, dashed miles….
On [...]]]></description>
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		<title>personal prayers: while reflecting on the ordinary — iii. credo</title>
		<link>http://diatribalarts.wordpress.com/2008/05/15/iii-credo-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 18:11:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He created in his image;;;made man
With a touch of God…words that took form…spirit
That took flesh…little breaths that in the
Dust eddied wisps of humanity that
Would whirl the world into vortices of
God-likeness!!!instead,,,it became a
Tornadic column that rose to heaven like
Reversed thunder;;;they the Anemoi to
Storm—streaking the stratosphere with contrails
Of exhausted human-ness. They stormed
Aeolus in his exhaling-hall!!!but the God
Of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>personal prayers: while reflecting on the ordinary — ii. gloria</title>
		<link>http://diatribalarts.wordpress.com/2008/05/09/ii-gloria/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 17:13:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fire!!!eyes blazed with blindness from seeking
After God&#8217;s veiled face;;;seeing his glory
Only in its passing-by.  White-washed eyes
Left vacant in his waning. In the
Morning,,,just out of the shower,,,a rugged
Face with whiskers, still flush with fleeting dreams,
Gazes back out of glass—reflecting
Rev’rential awe; this!!!is God’s glory
Passing-by. Now and then I see through the
Flaming veil the many fashioned faces
Of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>personal prayers: while reflecting on the ordinary —  i. kyrie eleison</title>
		<link>http://diatribalarts.wordpress.com/2008/05/06/i-kyrie-eleison/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 21:34:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.
—Victor Hugo
Mercy! Mercy! These hands have worked none. Yet
It pours; mercy for the wretched thousands.
Hair lassoing fingers…eyes buried in
Darkened palms.  Mercy!!!mercy for these hands
That paint contusions on flesh like frescos
(Rich-hued,,,black &#38; blue)&#8230;like Michelangelo—
A [...]]]></description>
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