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		<title>i had a vision of a valley of ripe corn, god?</title>
		<link>http://volutionsmagazine.com/blog/2007/05/09/i-had-a-vision-of-a-valley-of-ripe-corn-god/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2007 19:58:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rafael Galiñanes</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Uncouth failing faces
A thoroughly throughful window
Lemons paling green
And motionless, crisp
(the wind,
what a yawnful beast
gnashing yellow and seething
the heart’s chatter.)
Four canopies sentinel each post
As this expression gets drafted
So life-like-ly.
To wage huge vagrant strawberries
 From the path, and call it mournfully
a job later.
It’s a business, farming solemn
Fucks, refusing to fuck in anger’s tired hands
And smelling of hay [...]]]></description>
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		<title>em partes</title>
		<link>http://volutionsmagazine.com/blog/2007/04/13/em-partes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 21:02:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gringocarioca</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[concrete poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
	

text by gringocarioca/Marco de Oliveira :: image by Eduardo Ramos
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		<title>Get</title>
		<link>http://volutionsmagazine.com/blog/2007/04/02/get/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 13:20:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amy Bueno</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[During a Mint Magic commercial
we are getting it on.
Carnaval’s on in the underworld—
We get it, channel 7.
“Get the Super-Duper Eternal Oven!” 
Get it?  Or not?
I hope you brought your Gi-tar because
Get is a little girl getting candy and pregnant.
Get is a Gretal licking the chimney.
Get can never not be dirty. 
Saying:  Git out
of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>termine examenes. escribi par de poemas. [poems in English &amp; Spanish]</title>
		<link>http://volutionsmagazine.com/blog/2007/03/19/termine-examenes-escribi-par-de-poemas-poems-in-english-spanish/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 04:32:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rafael Galiñanes</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ checky:
Throat of pure invention
  that is the horrible deedle of time.
A boy opens scared-his-mouth
The tremendous observance of chance.
The young man breaks the jar
of the weeping finds
  inside-squeezed fruits,
Nuts!
  The fleshy lips of the dry hares
the free hares of the lip meats
The jungle sex of grandfathers,
the sleeplessness that feels well been born [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Black Hole</title>
		<link>http://volutionsmagazine.com/blog/2007/02/26/black-hole/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 07:45:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rodrigo Garcia Lopes</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[
	


O ponto e um buraco negro (A dot is a black hole) by Rodrigo Garcia Lopes

	

translation &#038; drawing by Eduardo Ramos
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		<title>to the letter</title>
		<link>http://volutionsmagazine.com/blog/2007/02/09/theletter/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 05:34:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gringocarioca</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Issue 2]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[concrete poetry]]></category>

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To the Letter: Concrete poem by Marco de Oliveira (gringocarioca)

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		<title>Cow Caos</title>
		<link>http://volutionsmagazine.com/blog/2007/02/01/cow-caos/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2007 02:59:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amy Bueno</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Issue 2]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poetics]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[For
    my love, Joaqu&#237;n, on his birthday
At the bazaar las vacas se venden.
  It&#8217;s not that they are sold, for they sell
  themselves.&#160; Una doncella canta
  las virtudes of her calico:&#160; My hide
  is a sky, un cielo de vacas!&#160; Su pap&#225;
  stands behind her, vigilando.&#160; These
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		<title>poiesis</title>
		<link>http://volutionsmagazine.com/blog/2007/01/25/poiesis/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 22:35:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>gringocarioca</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Issue 2]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[concrete poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[visual]]></category>

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poetry is a way with words/the poem is &#8230; with words/ &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;./ the poet is away with words/ !?

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		<title>everything in it&#8217;s right place [OCD, or todo en su sitio}</title>
		<link>http://volutionsmagazine.com/blog/2007/01/22/everything-in-its-right-place-ocd-or-todo-en-su-sitio/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 16:58:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>eduardo ramos</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[
Traduccion translation of Radiohead, Everything in its Right Place, del album Kid A. Todo en su sitio esta en su sitio&#8230;
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		<title>Francesco De Angelis&#8217;s / [Poetics Post Mortem]</title>
		<link>http://volutionsmagazine.com/blog/2007/01/16/119/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 04:40:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Neal Cassady</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[poetics]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[11:9
ALL&#8217;UNA&#8212;&#8212;ANU&#8217;LLA
    HEAR, LIES, TRUTH, HERE
    THEIR, TRUTH, LIES, THERE
As all falls toward the center of the circle
  Life meets with quiet hands the center
  Centrifuged circumlocution fires the synapse
  Carcere, o&#8217; carcere, my dear petty countrymen.
O
  C&#160;&#160; arcere&#160; O;
  O
&#34;Fields of Fancy Fetter Loons [...]]]></description>
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