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	<itunes:summary>Arts Review Fogged Clarity&#039;s interviews with authors, musicians and poets, exclusive acoustic music sessions and poetry readings from some of the world&#039;s most gifted and interesting contemporary creators.  TC Boyle, Benjamin Percy, Samantha Farrell, Strand of Oaks, Cryptacize, Bruce Smith, Joe Meno, Olivia Broadfield... plus many more. Hosted by Benjamin Evans, Executive Editor of Fogged Clarity.</itunes:summary>
	<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:name>Fogged Clarity</itunes:name>
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	<managingEditor>ryandaly@foggedclarity.com (Fogged Clarity)</managingEditor>
	<copyright>Fogged Clarity</copyright>
	<itunes:subtitle>Interviews, Readings and sessions with authors, musicians and poets </itunes:subtitle>
	<itunes:keywords>Fogged Clarity, Art, Music, Literature, Fiction, Authors, Interviews, Visual, Poetry, Review, Journal</itunes:keywords>
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		<title>New Work from Michael Fragstein</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/03/new-work-from-michael-fragstein/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/03/new-work-from-michael-fragstein/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 01:51:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Animation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Digital]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Editor's Blog]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Motion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Visual Arts]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[animation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[max and laura braun]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Michael Fragstein]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[music]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[video]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Our friend Michael Fragstein recently finished a new animation for the song Hat by Max and Laura Braun, a duo from London. Check it out! Fragstein&#8217;s works, A Wet Day and Forget were featured in our July 2009 issue.
 


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		<title>February 2010</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/february-2010/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/february-2010/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:40:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Archives]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[February 2010]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Great Lake Swimmers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jeremy Geddes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Tony Dekker]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It has been one year since the clarity went live, and I am more excited about the journal then I’ve ever been.  I am proud of the catalogue of work and interviews we have assembled and am honored to be able to work with brilliant, creative people everyday.  I would like to extend [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Joseph Scott</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/joseph-scott-2/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/joseph-scott-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:40:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[A Face Made of Wood]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Joseph Scott]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[music]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[White Pines]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The Clarity Sessions
The White Pines musician plays in studio.



Joseph Scott is a musician born in Michigan. He has played with the bands Canada, That’s Him! That’s The Guy!, and Saturday Looks Good to Me.  Scott plays under the name White Pines. 
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		<itunes:subtitle>The Clarity Sessions - The White Pines musician plays in studio. -   -  -  Joseph Scott is a musician born in Michigan. He has played with the bands Canada, That’s Him! That’s The Guy!, and Saturday Looks Good to Me.</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>The Clarity Sessions

The White Pines musician plays in studio.

 

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		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:duration>22:22</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Mexico City</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/mexico-city/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/mexico-city/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:40:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[author]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[authors]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mexico City]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Perle Besserman]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Perle Besserman
The doctors in Mexico City learned early not to cry. Sergio, a visiting surgery fellow in our Roosevelt Hospital residency training program, would describe the operations he’d performed in cemeteries without so much as a catch in his voice; and his eyes were dry when he talked about his fiancé being gunned down by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Douglas Jenkins</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/douglas-jenkins/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/douglas-jenkins/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:40:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Douglas Jenkins]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Justin Power]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[music]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Portland]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Portland Cello Project]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Thao and Justin Power Sessions]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The Fogged Clarity Interview
The musician discusses his city, The Thao and Justin Power Sessions, and the inspiration behind his Portland Cello Project. 



Douglas Jenkins is the founder of The Portland Cello Project.
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		<itunes:subtitle>The Fogged Clarity Interview - The musician discusses his city, The Thao and Justin Power Sessions, and the inspiration behind his Portland Cello Project.  -   -  -  -  Douglas Jenkins is the founder of The Portland Cello Project. </itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview

The musician discusses his city, The Thao and Justin Power Sessions, and the inspiration behind his Portland Cello Project. 

 

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Douglas Jenkins is the founder of The Portland Cello Project.
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		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
		<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
		<itunes:duration>24:04</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Puppet</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/puppet/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/puppet/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Diana Adams]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Puppet]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Diana Adams

Her clothing comes from beyond. Meaning I don’t know where or how
only that sewing can be extra-terrestrial at times.
Stitches are both random and pattern, like perfume
or illusion&#8217;s shoes, silver bead slippers. Due to  her fear of nature
birds bring grapes, fish, balls of mesh. Love occurs,
under stale star light my marionette freckles.

Diana Adams is [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Diana Adams  Her clothing comes from beyond. Meaning I don’t know where or how only that sewing can be extra-terrestrial at times. Stitches are both random and pattern, like perfume or illusion&#039;s shoes, silver bead slippers.</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Diana Adams  Her clothing comes from beyond. Meaning I don’t know where or how only that sewing can be extra-terrestrial at times. Stitches are both random and pattern, like perfume or illusion&#039;s shoes, silver bead slippers. Due to  her fear of nature birds bring grapes, fish, balls of mesh. Love occurs, under stale star light my marionette freckles. (http://www.foggedclarity.com/wp-content/themes/elegant-grunge/images/top.jpg) Diana Adams is an Alberta-based writer with work published in a variety of journals including Boston Review, Drunken Boat, Oranges &amp; Sardines, The Laurel Review, MiPOesias, Shampoo, Pindeldyboz, Poemeleon, Del Sol Review, Perihelion, Bayou, and Spire. Her second book of poetry, Theaters of the Tongue was recently published by BlazeVOX Books.  She is the poetry editor for Del Sol Review.</itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
		<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
		<itunes:duration>26</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Hello Ice</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/hello-ice/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/hello-ice/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Diana Adams]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hello Ice]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poets]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=5893</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Diana Adams

Xylophone tones roll up the river, each note a mirrored dust, a goalpost, as daughters bounce off summer’s
shoulders, the idea of mars never quite landing &#38; a WWII navigator remembers his windless map of stars.
Something hidden comes out readied for a moment in the middle of us: the family station wagon’s
wooded sides riding Swan [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Diana Adams  Xylophone tones roll up the river, each note a mirrored dust, a goalpost, as daughters bounce off summer’s shoulders, the idea of mars never quite landing &amp; a WWII navigator remembers his windless map of stars.</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Diana Adams  Xylophone tones roll up the river, each note a mirrored dust, a goalpost, as daughters bounce off summer’s shoulders, the idea of mars never quite landing &amp; a WWII navigator remembers his windless map of stars. Something hidden comes out readied for a moment in the middle of us: the family station wagon’s wooded sides riding Swan hills, sun’s noon gown kept at respectful distance. The rest of the thought lost in the grass, as an ice bucket shifts its portable Saturday mid-rift of imaginary silver birds &amp; dark crickets. (http://www.foggedclarity.com/wp-content/themes/elegant-grunge/images/top.jpg) Diana Adams is an Alberta-based writer with work published in a variety of journals including Boston Review, Drunken Boat, Oranges &amp; Sardines, The Laurel Review, MiPOesias, Shampoo, Pindeldyboz, Poemeleon, Del Sol Review, Perihelion, Bayou, and Spire. Her second book of poetry, Theaters of the Tongue was recently published by BlazeVOX Books.  She is the poetry editor for Del Sol Review.</itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
		<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
		<itunes:duration>39</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Pariah</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/pariah/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/pariah/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pariah]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Peter Schwartz]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poets]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Peter Schwartz
I am the secret good men don’t want to keep I shoot marbles in the dark and grow little bent flowers of nothingness
then peddle them then sink them in sea grass

Peter Schwartz has had his poetry featured in The Columbia Review, Diagram, and Opium Magazine. He is the art editor of the lit zine [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Modern Maturity</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/modern-maturity/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/modern-maturity/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[James Cihlar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Modern Maturity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poets]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[James Cihlar

The appeal of the slightly rancid smell of loose meat and onions, the Pony Burger at Bronco’s Drive In.
My attempt to eke out a living in an indifferent locale. There must be a world beyond the world, a door at the intersection of Saddle Creek and Leavenworth that I haven’t tried yet. Baker’s Supermarket [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>James Cihlar  The appeal of the slightly rancid smell of loose meat and onions, the Pony Burger at Bronco’s Drive In. My attempt to eke out a living in an indifferent locale. There must be a world beyond the world,</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>James Cihlar  The appeal of the slightly rancid smell of loose meat and onions, the Pony Burger at Bronco’s Drive In. My attempt to eke out a living in an indifferent locale. There must be a world beyond the world, a door at the intersection of Saddle Creek and Leavenworth that I haven’t tried yet. Baker’s Supermarket is the place to be. Before the baby boom, everyone thought being old was cool. Looking through a movie book I see how Casablanca was advertised. The sophisticated portrayal of the problems of two world-weary adults who smoked cigarettes and liked old tunes. Sleek line drawings of the principals and the caption, Have you seen it yet? Too cheap for fast food, my dad drove us past the fifties’ leftover franchise, its atomic architecture intact. Someday, this would be my guilty pleasure. As a kid I expected authority to see past appearances and recognize talent raw. On the fourth floor of Central High I thought I could be quiet and alone but my work in Studio Art would bring me attention. The visiting artist, a weaver, praised my selection of yarn colors. The present tells the truth of the past. Lying on the bunk beds in my room, my divorced mother whispered confidences to me: what if one day the men you trusted walked out, and suddenly, you woke up? (http://www.foggedclarity.com/wp-content/themes/elegant-grunge/images/top.jpg) James Cihlar is the author of Undoing, and his poems have appeared in Painted Bride Quarterly, Quercus, Bloom, Minnesota Monthly, Northeast, The James White Review, Briar Cliff Review, Verse Daily, and in the anthologies Aunties (Ballantine 2004), Regrets Only, and Nebraska Presence (Backwaters Press). The recipient of a Minnesota State Arts Board Fellowship for Poetry and a Glenna Luschei Award from Prairie Schooner, he lives in St. Paul.</itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:duration>1:43</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Sockdolager</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/sockdolager/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/sockdolager/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ben Evans]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[David Kowalczyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ryan daly]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sockdolager]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[David Kowalczyk
THIS WORD SMELLS OF AGGRESSION.
Drunk and blind, it dreams
of marrying a princess.
Its voice is a desert wind.
Its father is Jim Morrison.
Its heart is a grassy knoll.
Its mother is an inflatable doll.
It smiles like a melting shadow.

David Kowalczyk is a writer living in Oakfield, New York.  His poetry and fiction have appeared in seven [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dave Kinsey</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/dave-kinsey/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/dave-kinsey/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Mixed Media]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Painting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Static]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Visual Arts]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Dave Kinsey]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[painting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Recent Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[visual art]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Recent Works
&#8220;Kinsey&#8217;s work captures the universal essence of the human condition mainly through an energetic portrayal of urban figures. Working spontaneously, and utilizing a range of mediums, he constructs multi-layered, textured environments easily likened to the complexities of contemporary life. His images depict beings who are both triumphant in their defiant stance to their surroundings, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Anthony Kurtz</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/anthony-kurtz-tomorrow/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/anthony-kurtz-tomorrow/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Digital]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Visual Arts]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Anthony Kurtz]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The World of Tomorrow
I recently read The Road by Cormac McCarthy and while immersed in the story of post apocalyptic America, I ran across the photography of Anthony Kurtz.  When I looked through this series, I couldn&#8217;t believe the similarity to the images that McCarthy was conjuring in my head.  Serendipitous that while [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Anthony Kurtz</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/anthony-kurtz-nightscapes/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/anthony-kurtz-nightscapes/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nightscapes
Anthony Kurtz examines darkness in nature and displays his skill with this series of long exposures. 
More from Kurtz: The World of Tomorrow



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Anthony Kurtz attended the Academy of Art University in San Francisco, where he studied New Media and Graphic Design. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Alyssa Monks</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/alyssa-monks/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/alyssa-monks/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oil and Water
The first time my eyes fell upon an Alyssa Monks painting, I thought I was looking at a photograph.  Monks&#8217; skill with the brush is clearly evident in this series of beautifully rendered flesh, steam, water and glass.  
&#8220;Monks’ work explores narrative figuration. Currently she is playing with the tension between [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Howl Now</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/howl-now/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/howl-now/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Jascha Kessler]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jascha Kessler
Living Soul Rap: In Memory of Allen Ginsberg


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There’s a million men on my right hand, and a million on my left, There’s a million men above me, And a million underneath. And it’s dark [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Poetry of David Groff</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/the-poetry-of-david-groff/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/the-poetry-of-david-groff/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[David Groff]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Persistent Voices]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Scott Hightower]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Scott Hightower
Persistent Voices, An Anthology of Poets Lost to AIDS, Alyson Books, 2010
Theory of Devolution, University of Illinois Press, 2002
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Philip Clark and David Groff have just joined forces and edited an anthology of poems by poets lost to AIDS. The collection is entitled Persistent Voices and has been published by Alyson Books. Some of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Girls</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/girls/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/girls/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Amanda Viviani]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Amanda Viviani
Anne-Marie and Emily both wore eyeliner and purple iridescent lipstick by sixth grade; they blotted their shiny mouths in the third-floor girls&#8217; bathroom and traced thick lines onto their lips.  Except Celeste was the first to buy department store lip gloss and leggings.  Celeste was always first, and she liked it that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Puddings</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/puddings/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/puddings/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[audio]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Hilarity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Patty Seyburn]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Patty Seyburn

Miss Dickinson’s were a must-have: complex like soufflés, souls or casseroles, no simple assemblage of milk, sugar, cornstarch and you stir and stir until veins paint your arm with ardor and tedium. It will get viscous and boil, the bubbles voluptuous, reluctant. Result is not the paradigm at work here – you could have [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Patty Seyburn  Miss Dickinson’s were a must-have: complex like soufflés, souls or casseroles, no simple assemblage of milk, sugar, cornstarch and you stir and stir until veins paint your arm with ardor and tedium. It will get viscous and boil,</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Patty Seyburn  Miss Dickinson’s were a must-have: complex like soufflés, souls or casseroles, no simple assemblage of milk, sugar, cornstarch and you stir and stir until veins paint your arm with ardor and tedium. It will get viscous and boil, the bubbles voluptuous, reluctant. Result is not the paradigm at work here – you could have bought pudding, saving yourself time for art. Take preventative measures (plastic wrap) or a skin will form atop. This is “organic”: everything desirable. We desire to have not wasted our time when the end is not what we expected, to give a day dignity when it provided none. Be willing to let things burn. Patience: watch them cool. (http://www.foggedclarity.com/wp-content/themes/elegant-grunge/images/top.jpg) Patty Seyburn has published three books of poems: Hilarity (New Issues Press, 2009), Mechanical Cluster (Ohio State University Press, 2002) and Diasporadic (Helicon Nine Editions, 1998). Her poems are forthcoming in Boston Review, DIAGRAM and Hotel Amerika. She is an Assistant Professor at California State University, Long Beach and co-editor of POOL: A Journal of Poetry, based in Los Angeles. </itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
		<itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit>
		<itunes:duration>1:31</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Late</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/late/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/late/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Ron Drummond]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Ron Drummond
almost unbearably late, in a collection of verses peopled with clutter, with broken, used objects begging for resale, reanimation, old things busy deluding themselves that they had once lived,
at just the right moment, you might say, after pages cluttered with people who have failed the poet or whom the poet has failed, a kind [...]]]></description>
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		<title>David Groff</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/david-groff/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/02/david-groff/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:39:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[AIDS]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Fogged Clarity Interview

In a penetrating conversation, the poet sits down with Ben to discuss art, sexuality, AIDS, death, and the new collection he co-edited with Phillip Clark, Persistent Voices: An Anthology of Poets Lost to AIDS.

Purchase Persistent Voices here. 

David Groff is a poet living in New York.  His 2001 collection, Theory of [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview 

 

In a penetrating conversation, the poet sits down with Ben to discuss art, sexuality, AIDS, death, and the new collection he co-edited with Phillip Clark, Persistent Voices: An Anthology of Poets Lost to AIDS. 

(http://foggedclarity.com/images/otherFeatures/2010/March/davidGroff_lrg.jpg) 

Purchase Persistent Voices here (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1593501536?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=alysbook-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=1593501536). 

(http://www.foggedclarity.com/wp-content/themes/elegant-grunge/images/top.jpg) 

David Groff is a poet living in New York.  His 2001 collection, Theory of Devolution, was a National Poetry Series selection, and he was co-editor of the 2009 collection,  Persistent Voices: An Anthology of Poets Lost to AIDS.  Groff’s work has been published in The Iowa Review, The Missouri Review, New York, Poetry, American Poetry Review, Chicago Review and North American Review, among others.</itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:duration>42:44</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Jon MacNair</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/jon-macnair-heads/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Heads &#38; Creatures
Created primarily with India ink and often on found paper, Jon MacNair&#8217;s work is brimming with symbolism. His fantastical scenes, strange creatures, and outlandish characters invite immersion and stimulate the imagination. In taking a look at his work, you might find yourself kicking around inside MacNair&#8217;s head; When asked to descibe his work [...]]]></description>
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		<title>January 2010</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/january-2010/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Archives]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Annie Palmer]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[
New Year–a continuation of beauty and the ache that inspires it.
In his collection Breakfast with Thom Gunn, Randall Mann melds vulnerability and eloquence like few poets can.  This month, in a truly poignant interview, he reads his poems and talks to me about heartache, homosexuality, drugs and death in San Francisco.
Annie Palmer is an [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Jeremy Geddes</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/jeremy-geddes-paint/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Paint
Jeremy&#8217;s paintings are highly detailed and often take months to complete.  He starts with a preliminary painting where composition, color and tone are resolved.  Then the painting is drawn up and mapped out using washes of color before painting begins.  Once the main painting is completed he applies glazes and altering tones, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lines Stitched into a Duskywing</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/lines-stitched-into-a-duskywing/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/lines-stitched-into-a-duskywing/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jenny Gillespie

The soaked bluebirds hide in the palisades
of drooping boughs.
The duskywing arcs through the ostinato of rain.
This rain believes in only itself,
lost and ecstatic as a crowd inside a revival tent.
On and on the gush, like buffalo,
like smoke from a wounded house.
In a room below the mountain, our paints and instruments
lay still where we left [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Jeremy Geddes</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/jeremy-geddes-cosmonauts/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cosmonauts
Jeremy&#8217;s paintings are highly detailed and often take months to complete.  He starts with a preliminary painting where composition color and tone are resolved.  Then the painting is drawn up and mapped out using washes of color, before painting begins.  Once the main painting is completed, he then applies glazes, altering tones [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I&#8217;ve Lost Poems</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/ive-lost-poems/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/ive-lost-poems/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Steven Kunert]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Steven Kunert

like teeth and coins and blood
I once lost poems in your lovely room your walls painted with scenes of swamps and your floors tiled with mosaics of Jesus
I’m not crazy I told you I saw children with blood on places they didn’t want to know
And you hung curtains with fabric of the flag while [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Steven Kunert  like teeth and coins and blood I once lost poems in your lovely room your walls painted with scenes of swamps and your floors tiled with mosaics of Jesus I’m not crazy I told you I saw children with blood on places they didn’t want to kn...</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Steven Kunert  like teeth and coins and blood I once lost poems in your lovely room your walls painted with scenes of swamps and your floors tiled with mosaics of Jesus I’m not crazy I told you I saw children with blood on places they didn’t want to know And you hung curtains with fabric of the flag while I was in Da Nang losing poems for peace of mind Now it’s forty years later and you look the same and your room is still so lovely What’s your name? (http://www.foggedclarity.com/wp-content/themes/elegant-grunge/images/top.jpg) Steven Kunert, who grew up on the Texas-Mexico border and got literary training in the vast nowhereness of the desert and intense somewhereness of back streets in El Paso and Juarez, has published prose and poetry stretching back for 30 years in publications such as The Starving Artist Times, Dude, Rio Grande Review, The Oregonian, and more recently in Word Riot, decomP, Six Sentences, American Satellite Magazine and Poetry Super Highway. </itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<title>If I Can Keep One Thing, It Will Be This</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/if-i-can-keep-one-thing-it-will-be-this/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kirsten Clodfelter

Alone in Michael’s car, I steal moments of sleep without meaning to. I try to keep my eyes open, and each time they close I instinctively jerk myself awake. It’s early, a few minutes before seven. My husband thinks I’m at the gym, and in twenty minutes he&#8217;ll start to wonder why I’m not [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Kirsten Clodfelter  -  - Alone in Michael’s car, I steal moments of sleep without meaning to. I try to keep my eyes open, and each time they close I instinctively jerk myself awake. It’s early, a few minutes before seven.</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Kirsten Clodfelter 



Alone in Michael’s car, I steal moments of sleep without meaning to. I try to keep my eyes open, and each time they close I instinctively jerk myself awake. It’s early, a few minutes before seven. My husband thinks I’m at the gym, and in twenty minutes he&#039;ll start to wonder why I’m not back at home getting ready for work. Michael is inside Kara’s Coffee buying breakfast. This is where we go after we’ve left the quiet safety of his bed, the same thing we’ve been doing for the last eight months. Together we force comfort from this small routine. I want to distill these final minutes that he and I have together before we start our separate day; I want to slow everything. But then I think of Dylan at home, of how he’ll ask with enthusiasm about the distance and time of a run I didn’t really take. The familiar anxiety wraps itself around my chest and pushes outward, as if my ribcage might snap from the pressure and burst through my skin—like a tree splintered by lightning and then uprooted as it falls. All I want in this moment is to already be back home, brushing my teeth and towel-drying my hair, listening to Dylan call out the newspaper headlines through the bathroom door. The sun heats through the windshield glass, but it’s not enough to counter the cold edge of this November morning. I watch a blonde woman push a baby stroller down the sidewalk while she talks on her cell phone. She’s wearing a ski hat with a yellow pompom on the top. In one hand she holds a jerking dog leash, though I can’t see the animal from where I’m sitting. The line extends into nothingness—an invisible pulling force, and I let the landscape of the parking lot blur. Far off, someone blasts a car radio, and for an instant I dream of a parade. Whenever I tell Michael that it’s difficult to answer questions about a future with him, a future without Dylan, he looks anywhere but at my face. While he’s inside the coffee shop, I try not to picture the way he busies his pale eyes with anything else in the room during these conversations, a conversation we had again this morning. He no longer gets angry, or speaks of what’s fair, and this resignation has started to haunt me even when we’re not together—it snakes up from the drain in the bathtub while I’m taking a shower, it hijacks radio waves and crackles through my alarm clock in the darkness of the bedroom each morning. Michael no longer asks me if I’ll leave with him, but the guilt has already woven into my bones; my body is heavy now, I’m tired constantly. Throughout the day, while we’re apart, I recall moments with Michael from our hurried mornings. Last week: He lies with his head across the top of my bare thighs, his face upturned, smiling. When my phone rings, he sits up and begins to untwist the sheets. While Michael makes the bed, I stand by the dresser and talk to Dylan, my voice low, saying all of the things a happy wife would say to her husband. For a few minutes after I hang up, Michael and I occupy separate spaces in his room, trying to remember the way back to each other. I always imagined heartbreak as a type of shredding, with the clawed organ left as tangled threads in a pulp. Even now, after all these months, I’m surprised to find that it’s a divide—two perfect halves, symmetrical fruits. One that beats Dylan’s name; the other, Michael’s. But when split evenly, there’s nothing left for me. All that blood just stills. Michael returns to the car with two lattes and chocolate croissants. He buckles his seatbelt even though the car is in park, even though we’re not going anywhere. We spread napkins across our laps for a breakfast picnic. When he hands me my coffee, he asks, “You okay?” and then he squeezes my hand in his. I don’t answer, and in the silence that follows, I think again about goodbye. Then I talk just to avoid leaving, to postpone the ache that will make up apart. “It’s too cold today,” I tell him, “It’s not even winter yet.” It’s a silly thing to say,</itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:duration>6:08</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Jon MacNair</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/jon-macnair-scenes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Scenes In Ink
Created primarily with India ink and often on found paper, Jon MacNair&#8217;s work is brimming with symbolism. His fantastical scenes, strange creatures, and outlandish characters invite immersion and stimulate the imagination. In taking a look at his work, you might find yourself kicking around inside MacNair&#8217;s head; When asked to descibe his work [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ian Link</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/ian-link/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Clarity Sessions
&#8220;You said you&#8217;d been looted just a few days ago but they left a Murakami and a bottle of Pernod.&#8221; 
The Michigan-born troubadour sits down for a studio session.



Ian Link is a folk singer living in Detroit.
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		<itunes:subtitle>The Clarity Sessions  - &quot;You said you&#039;d been looted just a few days ago but they left a Murakami and a bottle of Pernod.&quot;  The Michigan-born troubadour sits down for a studio session.  -   -  -   - Ian Link is a folk singer living in Detroit.</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>The Clarity Sessions 

&quot;You said you&#039;d been looted just a few days ago but they left a Murakami and a bottle of Pernod.&quot;  The Michigan-born troubadour sits down for a studio session. 

 

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Ian Link is a folk singer living in Detroit.</itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:duration>26:35</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Labokoff</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/labokoff/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/labokoff/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Pole Series
The Pole Series represents a melding of photography and painting, bright colors and shades of gray, textures and lines. All pieces were inspired by the poetic fragility of natural shapes and their most subtle details.


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Labokoff is an artist, photographer and graphic designer living and working in Paris.

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		<title>Ekphrasis:To Fede Galizia</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/ekphrasisto-fede-galizia/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jack Kristiansen

after Portrait of Paolo Morigia 
You’ve posed Morigia as bookish, as in his seventies but still busy with his reading and writing. He’s removed his glasses to study you while you study him.
He doesn’t see you as Judith holding a sword and the head of Holofernes.  No, he’s admiring an eighteen-year-old holding a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Christmas Morning</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/christmas-morning/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Marc Petersen

I am on my way to extinction, here, today, Christmas morning, my blanket spread out, my wine uncorked, lighting my first cigarette before the stone that says my father, and the tiny angel smiling on the granite roof, and those who have gone past their deaths in rows up along the banks of lawns [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Marc Petersen  -  - I am on my way to extinction, here, today, Christmas morning, my blanket spread out, my wine uncorked, lighting my first cigarette before the stone that says my father, and the tiny angel smiling on the granite roof,</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Marc Petersen 



I am on my way to extinction, here, today, Christmas morning, my blanket spread out, my wine uncorked, lighting my first cigarette before the stone that says my father, and the tiny angel smiling on the granite roof, and those who have gone past their deaths in rows up along the banks of lawns and flowers--all anonymous, even though I know the names of those closest, and my sneakers are wet from walking. (http://www.foggedclarity.com/wp-content/themes/elegant-grunge/images/top.jpg) Marc Petersen is a poet and photographer living in Santa Clara, CA.  His work has appeared in Narrative, The Nebraska Review, The Georgia Review, The Sun, and elsewhere. </itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:duration>33</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Searching for Amelia Earhart</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/searching-for-amelia-earhart/</link>
		<comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/searching-for-amelia-earhart/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Anne Champion]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Anne Champion

At age seven, I believed I would fly someday, tramping through our house in my father’s leather jacket, arms hanging limply to the floor, and his old pilot’s cap with the smudged goggles from god-knows-where, so big that they left indentations on my cheeks.
I sat on the stool of his workbench in this attire, [...]]]></description>
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			<itunes:keywords>Amelia Earhart,Anne Champion,fogged clarity,Poetry,poets</itunes:keywords>
		<itunes:subtitle>Anne Champion  -  - At age seven, I believed I would fly someday, tramping through our house in my father’s leather jacket, arms hanging limply to the floor, and his old pilot’s cap with the smudged goggles from god-knows-where,</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Anne Champion 



At age seven, I believed I would fly someday, tramping through our house in my father’s leather jacket, arms hanging limply to the floor, and his old pilot’s cap with the smudged goggles from god-knows-where, so big that they left indentations on my cheeks. I sat on the stool of his workbench in this attire, encircled by oversized dreams, as he crafted miniature model airplanes from World War I and hung them from the ceiling, tipped as if in mid battle. Here, Earhart’s mystery plagued us, the films explored all theories of her disappearance—the crash on a deserted island, the love affair with her navigator causing them to run away with new identities, the capture by the Japanese and the internment camp. I can still hear her voice clearly, feel its patient, whispery drawl creep out of the television screen and jolt down my spine like a zipper coming undone: We must be on you but cannot see you. We are drifting but cannot hear you. We are listening. When I gave up the idea of flight, my father rescued my poster of her, framed it by the workbench alongside Lindbergh and Rickenbacker. Her tranquil face, smooth and undaunted, stared at me every time I grabbed my keys and fled that house. Still, even after so much time, I’ve never been able to tell him that I never really gave her up, not favoring her ability to fly anymore, but instead her power to vanish. (http://www.foggedclarity.com/wp-content/themes/elegant-grunge/images/top.jpg) Anne Champion recently finished her MFA in Poetry at Emerson College. She has work previously published in Our Time is Now, The Minnetonka Review, Pank Magazine, The Aurorean, Glass Poetry and Breadcrumb Scabs.  She was also a 2009 recipient of The Academy of American Poets Prize.  She currently teaches Freshman Composition at Emerson College, Pine Manor College, and Massachusetts College of Pharmacy and Health Sciences. </itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:duration>1:33</itunes:duration>
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		<title>First Frost, New York</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/first-frost-new-york/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:30:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Michael Tyrell

Continually, as October weeds out the majority of false Edens, the hollow Eve finds us sweet teeth bobbing for apples. Scratch us so we can start over, so we can turncoat through iron-maiden turnstiles. Crosstown ride where the Lord give uth and take uth away, flasher whose jimson got jammed in slamming doors. We [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Michael Tyrell -  - Continually, as October weeds out the majority of false Edens, the hollow Eve finds us sweet teeth bobbing for apples. Scratch us so we can start over, so we can turncoat through iron-maiden turnstiles.</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Michael Tyrell



Continually, as October weeds out the majority of false Edens, the hollow Eve finds us sweet teeth bobbing for apples. Scratch us so we can start over, so we can turncoat through iron-maiden turnstiles. Crosstown ride where the Lord give uth and take uth away, flasher whose jimson got jammed in slamming doors. We might miss an apocalyptic eclipse, but the river-frontiers burst in the Eerie Canals. House and Garden Reader&#039;s headphones corkscrewed as snakes whisper out, get the hell.


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Michael Tyrell is a poet living in New York.  His poems have appeared in Agni, The Paris Review, Ploughshares, and The Yale Review. With Julia Spicher Kasdorf, he edited the anthology Broken Land: Poems of Brooklyn.</itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:duration>49</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Never Mind</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/never-mind/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:30:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jack Kristiansen


after Paul Klee’s Uebemet (High Spirits), 1939
never mind the painter is dying
an evening star can still come out
and a fawn can still look on


never mind it’s 1939
an enlivened cry can still fly loose


never mind the dark encroaches
a boy can still hang
upsidedown in the park


never mind a baby carriage
tips up like a wheelbarrow
to dump out [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Jack Kristiansen  -  - after Paul Klee’s Uebemet (High Spirits), 1939  - never mind the painter is dying an evening star can still come out and a fawn can still look on - never mind it’s 1939 an enlivened cry can still fly loose - never mind the dark e...</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Jack Kristiansen 



after Paul Klee’s Uebemet (High Spirits), 1939 

never mind the painter is dying
an evening star can still come out
and a fawn can still look on

never mind it’s 1939
an enlivened cry can still fly loose

never mind the dark encroaches
a boy can still hang
upsidedown in the park

never mind a baby carriage
tips up like a wheelbarrow
to dump out the child
a mother can still feel such glee
she needs to fling out all three hands
to balance her high-kicking heel

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Jack Kristiansen is a poet existing in the composition books of William Aarnes.  Kristiansen’s poems have appeared in The Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone’s Throw Magazine, FIELD and Sunsets and Silencers.  Aarnes’ poetry has appeared in The American Scholar, Poetry, The Southern Review and Measure, among others. </itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<title>The Question of the City</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:30:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sam Ramos
Jerome’s collar put pressure on his windpipe and his backpack dug into his shoulders. It was the discomfort typical to every morning’s train ride and he soon forgot it. His thoughts drifted back to where they’d been since the previous night when Meg shut off the T.V. and arranged her body to face his. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Elegy for C.D. Laws</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/elegy-for-c-d-laws/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:30:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Anne Champion

Your death was the illusion of glitter smeared across a lake that vanishes as the sun dips under the horizon, while grief
clanged within, subsiding the way ice melts in a glass of vodka: potent, transparent, dissolving clear against clear. I became
nocturnal, searching in the crisp coldness of night sky, imagining you were the amnesia [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Anne Champion  -  - Your death was the illusion of glitter smeared across a lake that vanishes as the sun dips under the horizon, while grief clanged within, subsiding the way ice melts in a glass of vodka: potent, transparent,</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Anne Champion 



Your death was the illusion of glitter smeared across a lake that vanishes as the sun dips under the horizon, while grief clanged within, subsiding the way ice melts in a glass of vodka: potent, transparent, dissolving clear against clear. I became nocturnal, searching in the crisp coldness of night sky, imagining you were the amnesia inducing warmth I sought to live in as the sun rose and I drifted to sleep. Life was not as you said it was: an obsessive collection of knick knacks and useless facts, pointing to my key chains, my bookshelf, that silver braided Celtic ring, a gift from you that I wore on my thumb. After you died, I could have rid myself of it all. I want to say what I couldn’t say then— that no object ever rooted me more than the moment you reached into my mouth, pulled out my gum, and tossed it aside so you could kiss me until our lips were numb, or when you held out your arms, exposing red pock marks, remnants of each attempt to extinguish the glow of your cigarettes. I want to correct the reactions I had— laughing when you joked about Prozac ruining our sex life when, in truth, I never felt more terrifyingly alive, knowing I was watching you deteriorate, blaming you for turning cold on me. I’ve put knick knacks on your headstone: flowers, letters, poems—but not to prove you right, only to take the expendable and lay it on your name, as you did to me when you thought life something that could be summed up and cast off, giving away all your possessions, leaving me with an eternal image—empty bottle of methadone pills, your father prodding you to wake with his fishing rod, and your final non-responsiveness. Now, years after our young romance, you memory weighs heavier than any object, pouring over my years like rain traveling across the globe.  I trudge through the mud of it, sift for trinkets of recollection— those grey fragments, pieced together and polished. (http://www.foggedclarity.com/wp-content/themes/elegant-grunge/images/top.jpg) Anne Champion recently finished her MFA in Poetry at Emerson College. She has work previously published in Our Time is Now, The Minnetonka Review, Pank Magazine, The Aurorean, Glass Poetry and Breadcrumb Scabs.  She was also a 2009 recipient of The Academy of American Poets Prize.  She currently teaches Freshman Composition at Emerson College, Pine Manor College, and Massachusetts College of Pharmacy and Health Sciences. </itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:duration>2:07</itunes:duration>
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		<title>A Review of Patti Smith&#8217;s &#8220;Just Kids&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/a-review-of-patti-smiths-just-kids/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:30:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Benjamin Evans
Just Kids
Patti Smith, Ecco, Jan. 2010
978-006-6211312, $27.00
_______________________________________________________
Deeply personal and insightfully written, Patti Smith’s New York story delivers the emotional narrative that Bob Dylan’s Chronicles left readers wanting. Tracing the relationship between Smith and photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, Just Kids explores the thriving artistic community of New York in the 60’s and 70’s and paints a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tony Dekker</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Fogged Clarity Interview
The Great Lake Swimmers’ frontman discusses water, music, and Murakami



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Tony Dekker is the lead singer and songwriter of the Toronto-based band Great Lake Swimmers.  
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(http://www.foggedclarity.com/wp-content/themes/elegant-grunge/images/top.jpg) Tony Dekker is the lead singer and songwriter of the Toronto-based band Great Lake Swimmers.  </itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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		<itunes:duration>30:43</itunes:duration>
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		<title>Platonic Ode</title>
		<link>http://foggedclarity.com/2010/01/platonic-ode/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:30:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Michael Tyrell

With you, hushed pal, in hideous library atrium in winter. Your winter not my hypothermia, your changed-topic hush not my silent treatment, your engine not my station. Thank you, powerless chum, maybe I&#8217;m sorry? Only a leather couch we sit on, not the blood ox skinned for it, only the army of bookworms murmuring [...]]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Michael Tyrell -  - With you, hushed pal, in hideous library atrium in winter. Your winter not my hypothermia, your changed-topic hush not my silent treatment, your engine not my station. Thank you, powerless chum, maybe I&#039;m sorry?</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Michael Tyrell



With you, hushed pal, in hideous library atrium in winter. Your winter not my hypothermia, your changed-topic hush not my silent treatment, your engine not my station. Thank you, powerless chum, maybe I&#039;m sorry? Only a leather couch we sit on, not the blood ox skinned for it, only the army of bookworms murmuring through metal detectors and not a pack for a lover to cut a rival from. Returned volumes thud in their aluminum bin: not a crypt. No references to leapers from the balcony who&#039;ve expired on these tiles, weather&#039;s our only prophecy. Scrubbed of metaphors, your equable glance tells me zilch about gore absorbed from a floor or face. Ally whose exit never cracked the ticker, no one I know&#039;s violence gets stored up to make spring&#039;s rising temps, relationship&#039;s put out-eyes, lit&#039;s scorched Petrarchan martyrs. Pulp bibles and best cellar gods, how will you ward off my fever and braille?




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Michael Tyrell is a poet living in New York.  His poems have appeared in Agni, The Paris Review, Ploughshares, and The Yale Review. With Julia Spicher Kasdorf, he edited the anthology Broken Land: Poems of Brooklyn.</itunes:summary>
		<itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author>
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