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1. 

   didi

   December 3, 2005

   I have never published her.

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2. 

   Tony Tost

   December 4, 2005

   I have never eaten a sandwich named after her.

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3. 

   didi

   December 4, 2005

   I have never been to Ireland although I have been to Havana for they tell me I was born there.

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4. 

   mairead

   December 5, 2005

   I am her. What does Marcus mean?

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5. 

   postpran

   December 6, 2005

   a way back into my life and my body. A way beyond art as a “special” activity. Poetry as a whole way of being in the world. Not a profession. Art beyond the canvas and page. A kind of attention and awareness in the world.Does that sorta make sense?I know I am getting all touchy feely here.

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   mairead

   December 7, 2005

   Yes. And once you find your way to thinking like this, you also start believing in the Muse. Isn’t that funny? Who would have thought you’d find that great golden creature in the mean streets.Mairead

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7. 

   didi

   December 7, 2005

   I killed my muse. I strangled it. I watched with a gleam in my eye as it gasped its last breath. And now I am angry that it is dead so that I can not kill it again.so there.d.

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