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	<title>The Typewriter. Emergent New Zealand Poetry On Display.</title>
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		<title>White Butterfly (Laura Mckenzie)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:21:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ I remember white frailty
filling clear skies
like wedding confetti,
thousands of cabbage moths would halo the Hawkes Bay hills
we referred to them as butterflies
because that sounds much more picturesque
than a cluster of white-winged lamp lusters.
Those white butterflies,
varied in shades
shifting hues of milk cream
yogurt white and
pale yellow &#8211; like
the juice that would slide from fresh corn
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		<title>the lives of flax (Elizabeth Welsh)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:20:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[outside the window grow flax bushes
so close that they cling to the wooden frames
when it rains,
 
great black straps of licorice in the night air &#8211; 
whipping, whipping, whip, whippetty, whip,
recoiling and racing back
to lash the panes.
 
the wind takes it out of these great roaring beasts.
 
&#38; so, after a night
of calamitous flax,
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		<title>Central Otago Holiday (Sarah Paterson)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:20:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You drove back to childhood with your family one day
And saw, as you did before with eyes that expected wonder, the
Shorn and shaven hills of Otago.
 Your eyes would swear
That rumbling, restless animals are
Trapped under the mossy surface, desperately writhing to escape
 
Frozen in their struggle beneath
Soft stone and unmoving ice,
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		<title>Spiders in the Mirror (Holly Painter)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:20:05 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Holly Painter]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sometime after sunset, they crisscross their circus net between
Driver&#8217;s side mirror and rubber window frame and wait
To feast on midnight corpses and early morning leftovers
Of befuddled old flies and cannibalized post-coital males
 
With daylight comes the driver, who twists on his ignition
And sticks his fingers through the meticulous film
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		<title>Untitled (Caroline Cooper)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:19:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rain falls in fat watery splashes
it soaks the garden,
and slicks the cobbles
It drowns the ants
hiding
in the cracks
It bruises the plants
hanging limp
in the courtyard
The battered parsley wilts in its pot
 
Rain comes harder
in larger sweeps
brought by the wind
and the fast rushing clouds
that turn the moon off
and on again
and off
 
The sky is black-purple
a blanket, a bruise
 
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		<title>Only Part of The Rain (David Gregory)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:19:31 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[David Gregory]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Showers, forecast after the event;



a stumbling, spilling from the
stone bowl of the sky.
A gift of inside hours
to watch, and watch the writing come.
Across the pencilled landscape,
a charcoal smudge of rain
becomes a clicking as of hail,
small claws on a tin roof
as you type, ethereal
in the screens glow,
resurrecting the never dead
who get a line of life,
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		<title>Sept (work) (Lucy Telford)</title>
		<link>http://thetypewriter.wordpress.com/2009/04/10/sept-work-lucy-telford/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:19:16 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Lucy Telford]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[An instruction set is a list of all the instructions, and all their variations, that a processor can execute.
Set in stone 
Set (also spelled Seth, Sutekh or Seteh) the god of the desert, storms, and chaos.
either (one who) dazzles or pillar of stability, one connected to the desert
such as and, or, and not 
Data instructions such as move, input, output, load, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thetypewriter.wordpress.com&blog=3646718&post=53&subd=thetypewriter&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Captain Aluminium and the Gull (Fritz)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:19:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fritz]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Toe toe
like the discarded arrows of the sun
bite at the wind
and heart
Here -
midst the gathered flax
rest, now -
The kuia, will weave your memory warm
Why awhi absence -
At river&#8217;s end
At river&#8217;s end.
 
Here
All your oceans ran full
and you -
this grinning Dutch walnut
half &#8211; cracked
running at the Gods
of moon and time.
Your kingdom -
a warm coke, a thigh-white cigarette [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thetypewriter.wordpress.com&blog=3646718&post=62&subd=thetypewriter&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>fore shore (Lucy Telford)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:18:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lucy Telford]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I/eye/aye                  it&#8217;s like a snow drift 
you/yee-ew/oo.
Only pure water freezes 
                Ice 
can be shaped 
 
Salt water carries on 
or separated like old milk
Black ice is not actually black 
But pure transparent 
Like a siren it slips across the road
I wanted rivulets to be strong 
and made of steel
In theory, if the surface tension 
                then you could walk on water 
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		<title>Growing Pains (Tourettes)</title>
		<link>http://thetypewriter.wordpress.com/2008/06/29/growing-pains-turettes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 04:32:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Tourettes]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Respirators for youthful enthusiasm
 
I’ve seen it all and I wasn’t  even paying attention
 
Dieing a million sugar free  deaths
 
    Real job
 
        Beer gut
 
            Hart break
 
                Mortgage
 
                     Picket fence
 
                Clean sheets
 
Color coordinated to match this shopping mall isolation
 
Dress rehearsal for the big  night
 
Born again Responsibility,
 
Stuff your dreams in the cupboard
 
With the karate suit and
 
Astronaut Academy Application
 
This life [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thetypewriter.wordpress.com&blog=3646718&post=35&subd=thetypewriter&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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