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	<title>Eat At Joe's</title>
	<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-45-eat-at-joe-s</link>
	<description>Just an Average Joe</description>
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		<title>Poetry Fest Ornamentation!</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10379-poetry-fest-ornamentation</link>
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		<description>Thanks To Colleen for the ornament!</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Blog of the Amazing Monkey of Liberty</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 21:57:48 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Music and Technology </title>
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		<description>an NPR series</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Blog of the Amazing Monkey of Liberty</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 06:04:47 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Sclerosis</title>
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		<description>DRAFT</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 17:49:07 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-46-poems#comments</comments>
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		<title>A journey</title>
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		<description>I was once asked, 
while passing on my way
at the end of the road
“why do you continue? 

You have reached the end of your way?”
I pondered to myself 
In silent reflection
And responded thus

“the end of this road,
while dusty and worn,
is hardly where I plan to be

I set out on this road 
To reach a point
And learn what I could of its winding ways

I began a white blank canvas
It took me to gold sun 
and green valley and dale,

passed into the blue
the on red rocks ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>White noise</title>
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		<description>Silent scream of the artist unleashedMuffled and squished into bathtub guitarThis prince knows of the space Cracks and crevasses between the peaks And valleys of sharp ninths

He can’t use them as the humid waveSettles down and the flattened whineSqueaks through the cone and is receivedBy the masses</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-46-poems#comments</comments>
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		<title>more testiness</title>
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		<description>because I need to learn</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Blog of the Amazing Monkey of Liberty</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 17:28:58 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>And another thing..</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9893-and-another-thing</link>
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		<description>A rant</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Blog of the Amazing Monkey of Liberty</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 00:25:28 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>discussion 2</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9888</link>
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		<description>the question is why does he keep posting tests?</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Forum/ B Board</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 01:38:43 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-642-forum-b-board#comments</comments>
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		<title>discussion 1</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9887</link>
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		<description> more testing !  </description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Forum/ B Board</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 18:29:27 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-642-forum-b-board#comments</comments>
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		<title>testaberger</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9885-testaberger</link>
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		<description>testing blog set up</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Blog of the Amazing Monkey of Liberty</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 18:20:51 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Flurry  (Draft)</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9676-flurry-draft</link>
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		<description> Cascading flash tripping down

tenor tone bounces jumping, leaping from the head



Muted squawk interjects tart exclamation point piercing the run

swing back through an alto weave darting across the ride



Flurry breaks to a mellow coronet conversation

answers, melding into the flow of low swing



Low pulse thumps and rises, countering 

flash and blaze of harmonized conversation



Bounding back to the final declaration

in a haze of blurred euphony



  </description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 17:26:08 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-46-poems#comments</comments>
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		<title>Chaotic String Theory</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8294-chaotic-string-theory</link>
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		<description>The strings vibrate,and the electric pulse flows and vibes giving a warming electron glow, like the mists after the big bang.

The pulse continues on through the unnatural circuitry of man, maybe sounding organic,maybe buzzing like bees trappedinside a giant brown blender.

Waves burst forth buzz-saw like,cutting through cones,washing the crowd in revelationand in pinched squealing, cuttingthrough as electric nails on chalkboard.

Emotive energy peaks and breaksin sharp ninths, rebounding off the walls and dying, trailingaway as harsh demons with wailing banshee overtones.

Falling and disappear intothe bodies and sink awayuntil the ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>DMV Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 21:53:37 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-580-dmv-poems#comments</comments>
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		<title>Tea Time in North Cambridge</title>
		<link>https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8295-tea-time-in-north-cambridge</link>
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		<description>Steam rises from a cup of Barry’s tea,the sink is full of the day’s dishes,yorkshire pudding still scents the airmingled with the smell of burned gaslike many old Cambridge apartments.    She inhales the tannic scent whilethe radio squawks a thick brogue andgrand children run about the yard.At half of five, their Mum calls them in.She smiles proudly at her husband,happy for the company and thrilledthat they are here, in a welcoming land</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>DMV Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 23:53:58 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-580-dmv-poems#comments</comments>
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		<title>Mind Play </title>
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		<description>Our skill to reason is human definedCreate imagination, mind at playAll that we sense is perceived with the mind

Invent laws, society rules that bindLogic and debate our endless wordplayOur skill to reason is human defined

Melody and rhythm lines that unwindVisions of grandeur with color obeyAll that we sense is perceived with the mind

Science prevails, nature’s secrets we findWhisper of secrets, universe hearsayOur skill to reason is human defined

Genius to write of a madness inclinedOver our thoughts the images hold swayAll that we sense is perceived with the mind

Tones and shapes, the waves make us blind ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>DMV Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 23:50:17 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Bees</title>
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		<description>I have bees,fleeting,small,difficult to grasp.

They are quantum bumble bees,winking in and out of existence.

Flashing from a very small bang in my mind.Appearing, disappearing at will,raising ideas that occasionally crash,releasing creative energy.

If the bees were in a box, I could not measure them,except for the occasional flotsam and jetsam,that rises to the surface and expands,to yield incidental thoughts.

If I opened the box and measured,The bees would loose existence, and Schrödinger would laugh inside.An escape that could not be reversed.

I ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>DMV Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 23:37:08 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Tale of The Villagers of Light</title>
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		<description>The Villagers realized, after a time that their weapons were useless.This was their Enlightenment.They stopped resisting, but the Oppressors did not take notice.Time passed, thousands of years, and repressive peace reigned.Then the Liberators came, they promised freedom.The Liberators had the same magic as the Oppressors,They possessed the same weapons, the same healing magic, and they same flying boxes and bright beeping baubles that promised man's secular enlightenment. The Liberators and Oppressors battled.
Both spewed forth their righteous, high minded theories.  The Oppressors promised safety and security.
The Villagers need not fear the wrath of the dark forces beyond the mountains,
the Oppressors would never let them come to harm.
Tribute was expected of course, and punishment was harsh.
Until the Enlightenment, many died for theories similar to the Liberators'.
Since then, none died in violence and tribute was paid.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Fiction</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 16:37:51 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-543-fiction#comments</comments>
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		<title>The Flow</title>
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		<description>  Process the ebb 
Process the flow 
Riding the wave as the current will go   Knowing the force 
Knowing the form 
Dreaming the way of a life yet reborn   Feeling the vibe 
Feeling the glow 
Go with the spirit that the others don't know    </description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 01:57:41 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>untitled Haiku</title>
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		<description> Purposeful study
mastery arrives in time
consummate autumn         (The original for reference:  A lifetime study
a master arrives in time
autumn is now here) </description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 22:09:16 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Venus over the post office</title>
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		<description> Venus appears at the post office
Hanging, twinkling in deep aqua marine
heading West as she follows
above burnt amber edge
She winks as one eye
dancing and following
Her friends appear, fading in
Unaffected by the February chill
cool blue and greeting,
meeting at the front porch
receding until tomorrow
for the need of company 
on the way home</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 03:25:36 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>untitled</title>
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		<description> There is a soul
She waits
Patiently

Sometimes, her patience wanes
She calls at night
A whisper on the wind
Buffeting semi-conscious thoughts

She calls and asks, why
has she not been brought home
yet she understands
she knows who will be ready soon

Her time has not come
She waits 
Patiently</description>
		<dc:creator>Joe R</dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 03:19:31 GMT</pubDate>
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