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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; creativity</title>
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		<title>There is no animal</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 23:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Stephen M. James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Post College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[computer]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[creativity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[frustated]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[longing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[memory]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[new]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[porn]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[technology]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There is no animal
except in the coal
powering this magnetic platter
only minerals in this production
seduction on plates of
power, porn, and politics:
creativity on a shoestring of abstract bits and
pieces spinning around, around
for there is no memory of before, random
access from any phone, wall, lap:
shuffling forward, backwards, waiting
as a vegetable, unmoving,
for the next quest for new
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is no animal<br />
except in the coal<br />
powering this magnetic platter<br />
only minerals in this production<br />
seduction on plates of<br />
power, porn, and politics:<br />
creativity on a shoestring of abstract bits and<br />
pieces spinning around, around<br />
for there is no memory of before, random<br />
access from any phone, wall, lap:<br />
shuffling forward, backwards, waiting<br />
as a vegetable, unmoving,<br />
for the next quest for new</p>
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		<title>Flushed with the forbidden</title>
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		<pubDate>Unknown, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Stephen M. James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[addicting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[black_and_white]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cowards]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[creativity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fantasy]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[sunlight]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Flushed with the forbidden, grasping for words,
fiction unfolds on a black and white background,
never imagining the imagined&#8211;
serifs revealing surf reveling and taboo touching.
Torn from truth, I cry post-humusly,
growing knowledge, shrinking discretion&#8211;
time and wisdom redeem,
afraid to listen to souls and the Spirit,
for this fantasy would cease addicting,
creativity impressing, and sunlight refreshing,
words dance seductively in mind&#8217;s dark,
too [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Flushed with the forbidden, grasping for words,<br />
fiction unfolds on a black and white background,<br />
never imagining the imagined&#8211;<br />
serifs revealing surf reveling and taboo touching.<br />
Torn from truth, I cry post-humusly,<br />
growing knowledge, shrinking discretion&#8211;<br />
time and wisdom redeem,<br />
afraid to listen to souls and the Spirit,<br />
for this fantasy would cease addicting,<br />
creativity impressing, and sunlight refreshing,<br />
words dance seductively in mind&#8217;s dark,<br />
too scared to play a part;<br />
for cowards of great deeds<br />
are often craven in the weeds&#8211;<br />
thankfully.</p>
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