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		<title>Landed cost, love poems</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1. The ache lodged stupidly in the walls—the ground cut away before it got here. We say it has the feeling of being late built in. And so, when we descend a parking garage we are sorry to be moving. —instinct warm and whole—so, looking, we make up for what it lacks with a proportionate [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://existentialmedia.org/lionmouth/2010/04/landed-cost-love-poems/</link>
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		<title>The Book of Nature</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Book of Nature is an ancient, embedded analogy. We listen for nature to speak and read what’s written in the stars. This type of thinking is strange, ignorant of particulars and multitudes and the self. True observation is a radical discipline that cultivates subjectivity. Last summer, on the recommendation of a friend, I read [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://existentialmedia.org/lionmouth/2010/03/the-book-of-nature/</link>
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		<title>It loved to happen.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As Lisa Robertson has said, I’m interested in sincerity. I’ve long since reached my saturation point with irony. I’m sick of thinning my emotions with nuance, or cutting them with sarcasm. It’s why I fell in love with performance. Dramatics. Urgency. Tears. Rage. Love. Fate. Feelings. Performance may sound like the opposite of sincerity, but [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://existentialmedia.org/lionmouth/2009/11/it-loved-to-happen/</link>
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		<title>Our Lady of Pain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here’s a sneak-peek at a work-in-progress. I’ll be presenting a staged reading of the full play (among other things) in mid-December, at the culmination of my residency at The Department of Safety. Time to build excitement, y’alls! This is the beginning, which is always my favorite part of a play. THE MEN from THE GIRLS [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://existentialmedia.org/lionmouth/2009/11/our-lady-of-pain/</link>
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		<title>The Scenery</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(photo stolen from Matthew Spencer) Or, More Poems for the Romance Files. 1. Please don’t hold the poor and lack against me; the information is good. More that I don’t hold. I need to get out. Here, meaning it’s been so hard, and start to carve little, for myself. I hate women; they always make [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://existentialmedia.org/lionmouth/2009/10/remember-walkin-in-the-sand/</link>
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		<title>http://romance.com/couples</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A Couple of Quotes: “If we wish to speak of it substantively, we must make a substantive of it by writing it out thus with hyphens between all its words. Nothing but this can possibly name its delicate idiosyncrasy. And if we wish to feel that idiosyncrasy we must reproduce the thought as it was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://existentialmedia.org/lionmouth/2009/09/httpromance-comcouples/</link>
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		<title>More this way</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Intimacy is always reserving the rehearsal room. With a push, it makes way. It ousts the water from the basin, the sea from the boat, and familiarizes gestures of removal. The body is a series of readjustments. Can you make it seem to take an eternity? With gloved hands, or your scarf, there are some [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://existentialmedia.org/lionmouth/2009/09/more-this-way/</link>
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		<title>It’s still summer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Can anything besides boredom defeat romance? Stop me—boredom is just a love song sung in eliminations, as hands love the hours with tucked thumbs and weather invents the charts’ devotion; What our eyes do to prose. Intelligence is romantic. I wrote that down but I also remembered. The opposite of what’s real is not fancy. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://existentialmedia.org/lionmouth/2009/08/its-still-summer/</link>
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		<title>Naysay Vol.2: Fortune Cookies</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Naysay is an annual publication of augury and postdiction. It’s a personal project in which I read and interpret the coffee grounds of my year. Some of you may remember Naysay Volume 1: That was only after, published as a zine and distributed via USPS. Volume 2: Fortune Cookies was published, appropriately, in a batch [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://existentialmedia.org/lionmouth/2009/07/naysay-vol-2-fortune-cookies/</link>
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		<title>That which you want to move doesn’t take orders.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Or, Figures 1–10: notes from continued study. fig.1 Romance doesn’t happen just anywhere. You are its natural habitat, a life so wonderfully confined. Your time limited, your sceneries small, your sentences curbed. For you, the right words are as good as air travel. fig.2 Romance is a weed that crops in memory and yields garlands. [...]]]></description>
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