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	<title>Comments on: Silent disco</title>
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		<title>By: Bob Cobblers</title>
		<link>http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/10/silent-disco/#comment-5837</link>
		<dc:creator>Bob Cobblers</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 20:43:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Have we entered a version of silent disco?
. yes, yes, of course the silence of the experience is  primary experience and the poem is a jumble of signals not received per se, vis a vis whatever noise in a poem as poem is operating on the concentration of a squares head man.
. yah, yah, blow Jackie baby, Ginsey and Newton John gettin loud &#039;n doorty wiv the idea of Dublin Poetry itself, must,must be either appearing as the square ball route to D - I - S -
C - O - D
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C - O poetries, all lurve asking mah Americoin peeps to pal around wiv S - A- R- S
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I - D
S C O, singing disco, singing Frisco &#039;74, a race Al and Auden also fought in, for the clarification of thespandex flip back hep cat hip Liverpool sale of the jumbled youth of John and Paul singing disco, yo blow Jack and Ginsey at the studio in &#039;54, Greg just owta chokey, Neal a prophet on the road, rock &#039;n roll da Dub club of Desmond Swords.
Fab lurve in the lavs with Jack K and George, blowin up the green lore, Amergin berthed in ollamh, Taliesin in Annwnn, Ceridwen in Bala, beneath the vil the coll nuts fizz, in Segais where poetry lives..
gra agus siochain
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Have we entered a version of silent disco?<br />
. yes, yes, of course the silence of the experience is  primary experience and the poem is a jumble of signals not received per se, vis a vis whatever noise in a poem as poem is operating on the concentration of a squares head man.<br />
. yah, yah, blow Jackie baby, Ginsey and Newton John gettin loud &#8216;n doorty wiv the idea of Dublin Poetry itself, must,must be either appearing as the square ball route to D &#8211; I &#8211; S -<br />
C &#8211; O &#8211; D<br />
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C &#8211; O poetries, all lurve asking mah Americoin peeps to pal around wiv S &#8211; A- R- S<br />
A -<br />
I &#8211; D<br />
S C O, singing disco, singing Frisco &#8216;74, a race Al and Auden also fought in, for the clarification of thespandex flip back hep cat hip Liverpool sale of the jumbled youth of John and Paul singing disco, yo blow Jack and Ginsey at the studio in &#8216;54, Greg just owta chokey, Neal a prophet on the road, rock &#8216;n roll da Dub club of Desmond Swords.<br />
Fab lurve in the lavs with Jack K and George, blowin up the green lore, Amergin berthed in ollamh, Taliesin in Annwnn, Ceridwen in Bala, beneath the vil the coll nuts fizz, in Segais where poetry lives..<br />
gra agus siochain</p>
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		<title>By: Doodle</title>
		<link>http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/10/silent-disco/#comment-5836</link>
		<dc:creator>Doodle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:52:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;What is the state capital of Nova Scotia?&quot; -- John Ashbery
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;What is the state capital of Nova Scotia?&#8221; &#8212; John Ashbery</p>
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		<title>By: Mary Meriam</title>
		<link>http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/10/silent-disco/#comment-5835</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary Meriam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:47:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>sounds haiku-ish, Jane.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>sounds haiku-ish, Jane.</p>
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		<title>By: Jane</title>
		<link>http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/10/silent-disco/#comment-5834</link>
		<dc:creator>Jane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 16:32:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A winter night in Nova Scotia spent at a silent disco, prelude to hibernation.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A winter night in Nova Scotia spent at a silent disco, prelude to hibernation.</p>
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		<title>By: Doodle</title>
		<link>http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/10/silent-disco/#comment-5833</link>
		<dc:creator>Doodle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 00:44:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hm.  I never thought of my bus ride as a silent disco before.  But so it is!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hm.  I never thought of my bus ride as a silent disco before.  But so it is!</p>
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