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		<title>Bay kou bliye &#8211; fiction by Joe Emersberger</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2012/04/05/bay-kou-bliye-fiction-by-joe-emersberger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 15:22:48 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Lib Lit Notes]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There was a long-forgotten incident in Murray Temple&#8217;s life that he suddenly couldn&#8217;t stop thinking about. The memory began as a minor nuisance but eventually developed into a source of acute misery. His family doctor had suggested anti-depressants but he refused to take them or see any counselor the doctor recommended. He had always been very [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=626&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Home Remedy &#8211; fiction by Joe Emersberger</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2011/07/11/the-home-remedy-fiction-by-joe-emersberger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 18:56:03 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Canada]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Haiti]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[At sixteen, Abdias had already established himself as Walkerville’s most sought after psychologist. Of course, he couldn’t legally call himself one. His embittered rivals preferred terms like “witch doctor,” “charlatan,” and “fraud” among others that were more hateful. One afternoon, a balding overweight man of forty paced in Abdias&#8217; garage which served as a waiting [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=610&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Arab Children</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2011/03/09/arab-children/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 16:02:07 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Egypt]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[CHILDREN OF EARTH ESAM AL-AMIN writing at Counterpunch in a great article on the uprising in Egypt: As one of the great Arab poets of his time, Nizar Qabbani described this generation of the youth that would lead the future Arab revolutions. Before his death in 1998, he foresaw their resolve for action and change [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=603&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Urgent Need For United Left: Latin America and China</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2011/01/25/urgent-need-for-united-left-latin-america-and-china/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 22:16:05 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[World]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[APPEAL/OPEN LETTER TO FIDEL CASTRO By Andre Vltchek Fidel, I am writing this letter from the frozen shore not far from the northernmost Japanese city of Wakkanai. It is pristine and cold here, bitterly cold. When the wind blows, the snow powder takes to the air – on such occasions it looks like a real [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=595&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>If We Go Down, We Go Down Together &#8211; fiction by John Pietaro</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2011/01/13/if-we-go-down-we-go-down-together-fiction-by-john-pietaro/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 21:26:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lucinda Flanagan was never one for frills. Her roots in Chicago prepared her well for life in working class New York, where she learned all about organizing tenants, neighborhoods and of course workers. Daughter of ‘notorious’ labor organizer Joe Flanagan, who stands as a hero to radicals but is the scourge of bosses throughout the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=586&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Unveiling &#8211; fiction by Joe Emersberger</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2010/12/31/the-unveiling-fiction-by-joe-emersberger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 23:02:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Walkerville was a city that many were proud to call sedate. The same was true of Willistead Gardens whose luscious grass and carefully tended flowers were meant to be admired quietly. There were no swings, soccer fields or large open spaces. However, there was a large wooden statue in Willistead Gardens that had recently been [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=581&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Do You Like Oranges? &#8211; fiction by Kevin Doyle</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2010/05/28/do-you-like-oranges-fiction-by-kevin-doyle/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 15:56:59 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Ireland]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Almost ten years ago, on a warm May afternoon in the town that I come from: that is where all this began for me.  The year is 1981 and it is the height of the hunger-strikes.  I am walking alone, along a terraced street not far from my home.  It is late afternoon, nearer to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=574&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Liberation Lit anthology</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/12/23/liberation-lit-anthology/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 22:51:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Liberation Lit anthology table of contents &#8220;What&#8217;s Lib Lit? – Library, map, lens, scalpel, compost, chisel, textbook, excavation: voices, images, wrestling, contradicting, confirming, the matter of resistant art and practise.&#8221; – Adrienne Rich &#8220;The relation between literature and liberation runs very deep. From Blake to Ginsberg, Shelley to Sartre, literature has often enough served as [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=547&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ecotopia &#8211; fiction by Ernest Callenbach</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/10/26/ecotopia-fiction-by-ernest-callenbach/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 02:51:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://liblit.org/?p=517</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Ecotopia (excerpt) &#8211; &#8220;The Ecotopian Economy: Fruit of Crisis&#8221; San Francisco, May 12. It is widely believed among Americans that the Ecotopians have become a shiftless and lazy people. This was the natural conclusion drawn after Independence, when the Ecotopians adopted a 20-hour work week. Yet even so no one in America, I think, has [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=517&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Voice Of Struggle &#8211; poetry by Mwandawiro Mghanga</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/10/26/voice-of-struggle-poetry-by-mwandawiro-mghanga/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 02:22:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Voice Of Struggle Poems From Prison In Kenya Mwandawiro Mghanga INTRODUCTION Between February 1985 and September 1989 I was a political prisoner in my country Kenya. I was imprisoned for participating in the struggle against dictatorship, corruption and bad governance. As a student representative, I was in the front line of the students’ struggle for [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=515&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Jungle &#8211; Chapter 29 &#8211; fiction by Upton Sinclair</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/10/13/the-jungle-chapter-29-fiction-by-upton-sinclair/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 22:24:44 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Illinois]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The man had gone back to a seat upon the platform, and Jurgis realized that his speech was over. The applause continued for several minutes; and then some one started a song, and the crowd took it up, and the place shook with it. Jurgis had never heard it, and he could not make out [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=509&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Banjo &#8211; fiction by Claude McKay</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/09/30/banjo-fiction-by-claude-mckay/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:43:52 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Africa]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Excerpts from the chapters &#8220;Official Fists&#8221; and &#8220;Banjo&#8217;s Ace of Spades,&#8221; in McKay&#8217;s novel Banjo (1929) Crosby was younger than Ray. A young poet who had the fanatical faith of youth in the magic of poetry, he argued with Ray about his marked absorption in prose. Ray contended that it seemed a natural process to him [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=496&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Playing Giovannitti &#8211; fiction by Joe Emersberger</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/08/18/playing-giovannitti-fiction-by-joe-emersberger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 01:15:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On the first day of my Grade 11 history class, Mr. Marini had written out a quote by someone named Arturo Giovannitti on the blackboard. Before I could sit down, Marini gave me a stack of blue paperback books to hand out to everyone. “These books are yours to keep,” he announced. “In them, you’ll [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=485&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Uncle Tom&#8217;s Cabin – Chapter 5 &#8211; fiction by Harriet Beecher Stowe</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/08/10/uncle-toms-cabin-%e2%80%93-chapter-5-fiction-by-harriet-beecher-stowe/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 20:25:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mr. and Mrs. Shelby had retired to their apartment for the night. He was lounging in a large easy-chair, looking over some letters that had come in the afternoon mail, and she was standing before her mirror, brushing out the complicated braids and curls in which Eliza had arranged her hair; for, noticing her pale [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=482&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>My Career Goes Bung &#8211; (The End of My Career) &#8211; Chapters 1-6 &#8211; fiction by Stella Miles Franklin</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/08/10/my-career-goes-bung-the-end-of-my-career-chapters-1-6-fiction-by-stella-miles-franklin/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 02:27:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[CHAPTER ONE – EXPLANATORY A wallaby would have done just as well as a human being to endure the nothingness of existence as it has been known to me. This, I suppose, is why I want to tell of the only two lively things that have happened in a dull, uninteresting life. You don&#8217;t know [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=477&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Yellow Wallpaper &#8211; fiction by Charlotte Perkins Gilman</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/08/10/the-yellow-wallpaper-fiction-by-charlotte-perkins-gilman/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 02:22:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer. A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity—but that would be asking too much of fate! Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=473&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Marrow of Tradition &#8211; Chapters 32-35 &#8211; fiction by Charles Chesnutt</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/08/10/the-marrow-of-tradition-chapters-32-35-fiction-by-charles-chesnutt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 02:20:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[XXXII – THE STORM BREAKS The Wellington riot began at three o&#8217;clock in the afternoon of a day as fair as was ever selected for a deed of darkness. The sky was clear, except for a few light clouds that floated, white and feathery, high in air, like distant islands in a sapphire sea. A [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=470&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Jungle – Chapter 7 &#8211; fiction by Upton Sinclair</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/08/10/the-jungle-%e2%80%93-chapter-7-fiction-by-upton-sinclair/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 02:15:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[All summer long the family toiled, and in the fall they had money enough for Jurgis and Ona to be married according to home traditions of decency. In the latter part of November they hired a hall, and invited all their new acquaintances, who came and left them over a hundred dollars in debt. It [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=463&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Les Misérables &#8211; The Bishop in the Presence of an Unknown Light &#8211; fiction by Victor Hugo</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/08/10/les-miserables-the-bishop-in-the-presence-of-an-unknown-light-fiction-by-victor-hugo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 02:13:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At an epoch a little later than the date of the letter cited in the preceding pages, [Bishop Bienvenu Myriel] did a thing which, if the whole town was to be believed, was even more hazardous than his trip across the mountains infested with bandits. In the country near Digne a man lived quite alone. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=459&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Modest Proposal &#8211; fiction by Jonathan Swift</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/08/10/a-modest-proposal-fiction-by-jonathan-swift/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 02:08:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[FOR PREVENTING THE CHILDREN OF POOR PEOPLE IN IRELAND FROM BEING A BURDEN TO THEIR PARENTS OR COUNTRY, AND FOR MAKING THEM BENEFICIAL TO THE PUBLIC It is a melancholy object to those who walk through this great town or travel in the country, when they see the streets, the roads, and cabin doors, crowded [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=456&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Poems &#8211; by Claude McKay</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/08/10/poems-by-claude-mckay/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 01:58:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To the White Fiends Think you I am not fiend and savage too? Think you I could not arm me with a gun And shoot down ten of you for every one Of my black brothers murdered, burnt by you? Be not deceived, for every deed you do I could match—out-match: am I not Africa’s [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=447&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Vassals Handbook &#8211; fiction by Tony Christini</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/08/09/the-vassals-handbook-fiction-by-tony-christini/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2009/08/09/the-vassals-handbook-fiction-by-tony-christini/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 17:11:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.&#8221; – Muhammad Ali The first thing you will notice, fellow vassals of the IED: the world is not collapsing. My name is Stan D. Garde and I am here to tell you, to cleanse you well. I am the Official Cleanser of the IED. Second: there [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=444&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Wovokia &#8211; fiction by Joe Emersberger</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/07/13/wovokia-fiction-by-joe-emersberger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 15:43:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jack Wilson, a reporter for the Scottish edition of the Daily Telegraph, uncovered opinion polls that found 60% of US citizens (40% of Canadians) did not know that Wovokia was an independent country or that the US and Canada had made traveling to Wovokia illegal. (Wovokia had previously been known as the Canadian province of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=415&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Play &#8211; prose poem by Alaa Kadhim al-Jabiri</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/06/15/the-play-prose-poem-by-alaa-kadhim-al-jabiri/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 16:17:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I beg your pardon my dear readers I did not mention the name of the play which is &#8216;The Mass Graves&#8217;.&#8221;    …The play has started… Turn out the lights… Ladies and Gentlemen hold your breaths, stop speaking because you are sleeping victims. The curtains are opened. The first and the last scene. From the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=408&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Emergency Clinic &#8211; poetry by Adrienne Rich</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/06/13/emergency-clinic-poetry-by-adrienne-rich/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 17:25:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  Emergency Clinic   Caustic implacable poem   unto and contra:   I do not soothe minor injuries    I do not offer   I require                                 close history of the case    apprentice- ship in past and fresh catastrophe   The skin too quickly scabbed mutters for my debriding   For every bandaged wound I’ll scrape another  open [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=383&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Briefing &#8211; fiction by Arundhati Roy</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/05/19/the-briefing-fiction-by-arundhati-roy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 13:52:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;&#8230;when the trees migrate&#8230;&#8221; My greetings. I’m sorry I’m not here with you today but perhaps it’s just as well. In times such as these, it’s best not to reveal ourselves completely, not even to each other. If you step over the line and into the circle, you may be able to hear better. Mind [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=292&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Herb and Leo Are at It Again &#8211; fiction by Shelley Ettinger</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/05/01/herb-and-leo-are-at-it-again-by-shelley-ettinger/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2009/05/01/herb-and-leo-are-at-it-again-by-shelley-ettinger/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 00:01:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Unions, organizing, immigration, and friendship then and now.   I’ll have an egg white omelet, rye toast dry, tomatoes instead of potatoes, and Sanka. Please. Give me dry toast, wheat, a half a grapefruit, cottage cheese and a nice cup of tea. And I thank you, sir. He’s new, no? You don’t recognize him? He’s [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=262&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Liberatory Cartoons &#8211; by Marina Weidemanne</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/04/30/liberatory-cartoons-by-marina-weidemanne/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2009/04/30/liberatory-cartoons-by-marina-weidemanne/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 22:18:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Which Side Are You On? &#8211; lyrics by Florence Reese</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/04/30/which-side-are-you-on-by-florence-reese/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 17:47:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Which Side Are You On? Rebel Diaz Which Side Are You On? Dropkick Murphys Which Side Are You On? Natalie Merchant Which Side Are You On? Billy Bragg Which Side Are You On? Pete Seeger Which Side Are You on? Florence Reese (&#8220;an American social activist, poet, and folksong writer. Born in Sharps Chapel, Tennessee [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=277&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Cycle &#8211; poetry by Mickey Z.</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/04/30/a-cycle-by-mickey-z/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 00:49:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[An irony of culture.   white cop from the suburbs busts black men from the city prison population surges black men inside invent new slang new styles gangs inside and out adopt it all designers co-opt it all white son of white cop in the suburbs ends up talking and dressing and play-acting like the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=258&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Forgotten Inmate &#8211; fiction by Adetokunbo Abiola</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/04/05/the-forgotten-inmate-by-adetokunbo-abiola/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 03:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  They said she was dead, Katherine Adamu thought, sitting on the edge of the bunk and staring into the gloom of the Benin City cell. Dead because they wanted her dead. Dead because they wanted the malaria in her body and the hunger in her stomach to continue until she was dead. She shut [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=247&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Segundo&#8217;s Revenge &#8211; fiction by Joe Emersberger</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2009/04/02/segundos-revenge-by-joe-emersberger/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2009/04/02/segundos-revenge-by-joe-emersberger/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 00:27:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rodrigo Cornejo sat alone in a waiting room wondering if the psychiatrist was making any progress with his son.  He had given up trying to hear what his boy was saying to the doctor on the other side of the door. Even with his hearing aid turned up all the way, it was futile. Brendan [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=225&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Poems &#8211; Buff Whitman-Bradley</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/12/30/poems-buff-whitman-bradley-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 05:43:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Realpolitik   Standing in the icy rain Three of us Holding signs, passing out leaflets The people hurrying past us Are going into the auditorium To listen to an Important Person Who once said That the deaths of half a million children Were worth the price   The people hurrying past us Glance at our [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=189&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Satires &#8211; Buff Whitman-Bradley</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/12/29/satires-buff-whitman-bradley/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 05:19:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To the children of Iraq: Nobody ever said life was fair   I recently wrote to Sen. Barbara Boxer and Rep. Lynn Woolsey, pointing out, among other things, that thousands of Iraqi children die every month as a result of sanctions and bombings.  Both wrote very nice letters back to me, explaining why our government [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=177&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Dozers &#8211; poetry by Andrew Rihn</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/12/28/dozers-andrew-rihn/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 14:49:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  Dozers   Remember that scene in The Grapes of Wrath when the bulldozer, riding the horizon like a marauder, like the klansmen in Birth of a Nation, looms over the sharecropper’s house?   Sharecroppers, like my great great grandfather 120 years ago in the Ohio valley, lived a hard life, not having much beyond [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=193&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>What I Tell the Young When They Ask &#8211; poetry by Margaret Randall</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/03/31/what-i-tell-the-young-when-they-ask-by-margaret-randall/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/03/31/what-i-tell-the-young-when-they-ask-by-margaret-randall/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 16:48:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The art of resist.      What I Tell the Young When They Ask   Resist fictitious argument luring or barking at your door Don&#8217;t ask your doctor if seduction is right for you only his wallet knows for sure. Resist turning away from that which gleams in the sun covers itself with unfamiliar cloth [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=137&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Oñate&#8217;s Right Foot &#8211; essay by Margaret Randall</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/03/31/onates-right-foot-by-margaret-randall/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/03/31/onates-right-foot-by-margaret-randall/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 16:44:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[History &#8211; reality and symbol &#8211; in New Mexico.  How Much Coyote Remembered   O, not too much. And a whole lot. Enough. &#8211;Simon Ortíz.[i]   We&#8217;re driving through Las Cruces, New Mexico, on our way to the small community of Mesilla, once the largest and most important stop along the early San Antonio-Los Angeles [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=138&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Drowning in Bones and Flames &#8211; collage by Theodore A. Harris</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/03/31/drowning-in-bones-and-flames-by-theodore-a-harris/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 14:32:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Partisan collage Drowning in Bones and Flames paper collage, 2002 by Theodore A. Harris<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=136&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Fuses&#8221; &#8211; silkscreen by Mark Vallen</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/03/29/fuses-by-mark-vallen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 23:51:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Revolutionary silkscreen  &#8221;Fuses&#8221; &#8211; Mark Vallen 1987 Silkscreen 7 1/2 x 9 1/2<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=134&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Apostles of Ugliness&#8221;: 100 Years Later &#8211; essay by Mark Vallen</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/03/28/apostles-of-ugliness-100-years-later-by-mark-vallen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 15:34:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Much of Liberation Lit&#8217;s first issue cover art is in the style overviewed below, including work by John Sloan. February, 2008 marked the 100th anniversary of &#8220;The Eight Independent Painters&#8221; exhibition at New York&#8217;s MacBeth Gallery. While the event changed the face of American art and established the country&#8217;s very first avant-garde art movement, which [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&amp;blog=1785272&amp;post=131&amp;subd=liblit&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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