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	<title>Liberation Lit</title>
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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&blog=1785272&post=415&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Play &#8211; prose poem by Alaa Kadhim al-Jabiri</title>
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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 podium of Death, the little girl Victim [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=408&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Emergency Clinic &#8211; poetry by Adrienne Rich</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 17:25:33 +0000</pubDate>
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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
 
I won’t smile
                        while wiping
your tears   
                  I do not give
simplehearted  love and nor
allow you simply love me
 
if you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=383&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=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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				<category><![CDATA[Europe]]></category>
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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 the chalk [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=292&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Herb and Leo Are at It Again &#8211; fiction by Shelley Ettinger</title>
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		<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 here three four years already. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=262&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Liberatory Cartoons &#8211; by Marina Weidemanne</title>
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		<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
(&#8221;an American social activist, poet, and folksong writer. Born in Sharps Chapel, Tennessee the daughter and wife of coal miners, she is best known for [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=277&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=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 black men
his father
sends away
 
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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 her [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=247&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=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>
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		<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 was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=225&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Poems &#8211; Buff Whitman-Bradley</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 05:43:44 +0000</pubDate>
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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 signs
And quickly avert their eyes
They are expensively dressed
And it is easy to see
From [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=189&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=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 must continue [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=177&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=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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				<category><![CDATA[Appalachia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Israel]]></category>
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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 the dirt under their feet,
the togetherness of family,
and hunger like a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=193&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=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>
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		<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
or pronounces words
you do not understand.
Resist
don&#8217;t ask don&#8217;t tell
because it requires a dance of deception
steps [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=137&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Oñate&#8217;s Right Foot &#8211; essay by Margaret Randall</title>
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		<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 wagon route. Lots of pioneer history here, deep [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=138&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Drowning in Bones and Flames &#8211; collage by Theodore A. Harris</title>
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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
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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
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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 broke [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=131&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Iraq on My Mind: Thousands of Stories to Tell &#8211; And No One to Listen &#8211; essay by Dahr Jamail</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/03/03/iraq-on-my-mind-thousands-of-stories-to-tell-and-no-one-to-listen-by-dahr-jamail/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 16:57:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Views of Iraq and the USA from an independent reporter and others.

From TomDispatch
&#8220;In violence we forget who we are&#8221; &#8212; Mary McCarthy, novelist and critic
1. Statistically Speaking
Having spent a fair amount of time in occupied Iraq, I now find living in the United States nothing short of a schizophrenic experience. Life in Iraq was traumatizing. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=126&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Love&#8217;s Indomitable Spirit Still Alive in Kenya &#8211; by Rasna Warah</title>
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Focus: Kenya view. 
One of my favourite commercials is the one showing the real-life blind Kenyan marathon runner Henry Wanyoike training against a backdrop of Kenya&#8217;s most majestic views alongside his childhood friend and training guide, Joseph Kibunja. The reason this commercial touches my heartstrings is not just because it is beautifully crafted, but it shows [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=125&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>2 Poems &#8211; by Betty Muragori</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya poems.

The Language of Tribe 
I 
I am well versed in the idiom of tribe, 
Having acquired the script long ago, from my family, friends, schools, 
From my whole existence as a Kenyan really. 
And I speak it with fluent authority. 
There maybe times when I look different, 
Special even, as if the language of tribe were beyond my understanding. 
After all, I can cite my marriage, my children, my friends, 
But that is a false impression, 
I am like everyone else.   
II
This uncomfortable truth led me on a journey. 
I wanted to know, 
What is this thing called tribe, really? 
That has us all by the neck? 
What does it  look like? 
How does it feel? 
How do people live with it? 
Laughing one moment with their tribal protagonist, 
And the next, looking at each other across a wide abyss, 
A yawning space, unbridgeable by the smiles of former friends, 
Now bereft of all good intentions? 
III
I wonder, 
If tribe were a taste,
A sound, 
A feeling, 
A thing alive, 
How would it be? 
My experience of tribe is all sharp acid on the tongue, 
Clanging metallic noises, 
A rising tide of ill will, 
A watchful expectation of ugly tribe rearing its head, 
Reaching out to grab a cake, for itself, 
To eat, quickly, greedily! 
Tribe is grating loudly in my ears, 
It must be heard!  
It has me believing it is natural, inevitable like the heavens.   
IV
Tribe makes me act secretly, 
I hide myself in full public view. 
I read the newspapers, 
Watch behind the news, 
Scan the streets, 
Count the members of the church council,
On and on. 
I tally the number of times my tribe emerges. 
When the appearance is favourable, 
I smile.  
V 
In my mind,
I add up all mounting disadvantage, 
To store in my prized bag of tribal grievance,
I am so expert at computation, 
I am no longer conscious of what I do. 
You see, I am victim, 
Innocent, 
But for the tribal designs of others.
VI 
The truth is revealed in broiling ethnic conclave, 
Here, secrets of the heart are safe, 
I bring my hush-hush bliss to the fore, 
To bemoan with relish my miserly pickings, 
Condemn with glee the crumbs I feed on, 
While others hog the national cake. 
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Would You? 
Would you wield a panga in Burnt Forest, and cut a stranger down? 
You slashed that man as he pleaded with you for life, 
Instead you led the crowd baying for his blood 
A stranger you did not even know, 
He cowered and cried out, bleating like a lamb 
Innocent of any crime 
Death unwilling to take him, 
He died long and hard, way before his time 
His blood has watered your farm like acid rain, 
How will you live?   
Would you?   
Would you catch a running girl? 
Escaping a church fire in Eldoret? 
Place her roughly on the burning pyre 
A parody of father, tender, laying his baby girl to sleep, on downy bed, 
No lullaby can drown her keening dread, 
Her fear of eternal coming sleep 
Your pitiless face did not soothe 
Now you must be careful for your child,   
Would you? 
Would you seek a loving wife and give her one-hour to leave her home? 
Depart from all she knows and those she loves 
And go where? 
You do not care! 
And you call that an act of charity 
When she pleads with you to kill her then, 
To wield a blunt blade, 
Carve out her heart! 
For all is lost, 
At 59 where does she go to start again? 
You stood resolute 
You did not yield   
Would you?   
Would you turn against your neighbor&#8217;s son? 
The one who lent you salt in halcyon days, 
That same who nursed your wounds and soothed your troubled heart 
And flush that son out of his hiding place 
And hand him over to certain death, 
Ignore beseeching eyes of your neighbor friend 
Who stands too stunned to make a sound? 
Now your own son is done,   
Would you?   
Would you serrate your friend with words of hate? 
Spoken cruel to cause a mortal wound, 
She&#8217;s the one you used to call a chum 
Your careless hatred has sown seeds of harm 
Now you stand alone in fulsome deed?  
Would you? 
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		<title>Recipes for Disaster in Iraq &#8211; by Tom Engelhardt and Frida Berrigan</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cooking up geopolitical crime in Washington D. C. 

from TomDispatch 
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George Bush&#8217;s Commander-in-Chef Mission Accomplished Baghdad Victory Stew
Ingredients:
3 tablespoons, Iraqi extra virgin oil [no olives]
A &#8220;sea&#8221; of crude oil (and the necessary no-bid contracts to protect it)
Misinformation and disinformation (including Iraqi mushroom [clouds] and 9/11 Saddam [pork] links)
Shock &#8216;n awe-tichoke cruise missiles and B-1 bombers (in quantity)
130,000 American troops [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=124&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Lake of Heaven excerpt &#8211; by Ishimure Michiko</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 09:33:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ Community destroyed by dam building in Japan.

Translation by Bruce Allen, and introduction (below the excerpt).
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This section of Lake of Heaven is from Chapter 5, &#8220;Secret Song&#8221;:
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 02:46:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Multiple poems and a story, by state of Illinois prisoners.




     Loneliness &#8211; by Ryan Kirkpatrick
     Jailhouse New &#8211; by Donald McDonald
     The Ballad of a Dead Beat Dad &#8211; by Jonathan Bartlett
     The World We Make &#8211; by Angel Torres
     A Poem &#8211; by a state of Illinois prisoner
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		<title>Prestamped &#8211; by Cari Carpenter</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 02:45:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What may not be mailed to prison.





Prestamped
Another thing
I cannot say&#8211;
squelched before
it makes the page.
My travels&#8211;
literal or otherwise&#8211;
across Time
Space
Imagination
And if I censor
so much
Have I said
anything
at all?
So many things
I cannot send&#8211;
Stamps
Address labels
Postcards&#8211;
What are they
Afraid
I&#8217;ll send?
a piece, prestamped,
of Humanity?
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		<title>6 Poems &#8211; by Stephen Derwent Partington</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:29:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya poems.


Save Our Beloved GDP
Kenya, January 2008
They must not reach the CBD:
its roads are business arteries,
its Mercs are pure red bloodcells.
Their invasion will affect the heart of commerce,
they are parasites.  
They must not block these roads,
these roads are smooth and clean
and neat.
No, they are matted-haired
and tatter-clothed,
their skin is smeared with grease.
No, no, they mustn&#8217;t block [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=115&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Moment &#8211; by Yvonne A. Owuor</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/24/a-moment-by-yvonne-a-owuor/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/24/a-moment-by-yvonne-a-owuor/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:26:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
Yesterday I met a past presidential candidate in a meeting that was trip-tropping, trip-tropping on a bridge looking for a peaceful solution to an unstated problem with Kenya. He was well-oiled, and fat, bleary eyed and bored with the tears of the peace-seekers.
Smarmy.
Good luck he smirked after he heard what the peace keepers [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=116&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>When the Nakumatts Close &#8211; by Wambui Mwangi</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/24/when-the-nakumatts-close-by-wambui-mwangi/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/24/when-the-nakumatts-close-by-wambui-mwangi/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:24:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
When the Nakumatts close, you know there is trouble.  Yesterday I was sitting in a Java, sipping some curiously-named drink and doing a melanin-graded assessment of everybody else in the Java.  There we all were, my nice safe middle-class Nairobi, sitting under maroon umbrellas  and admiring our own urban casual chic, dark black [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=117&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Cartoons &#8211; by Stephanie McMillan</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/20/cartoons-by-stephanie-mcmillan/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/20/cartoons-by-stephanie-mcmillan/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 03:29:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Against corporate state conquest in Iraq and elsewhere.

Hopeful Alternative

Busy Ignoring You

Next to the Gallows

Cement Shoes

More Than Ten Times

Urgent Situation

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		<title>Unsettled &#8211; by Kalundi Serumaga</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/18/unsettled-by-kalundi-serumaga/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/18/unsettled-by-kalundi-serumaga/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 20:57:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
Hitting Without Touching
Poverty is the worst form of violence. At its own worst, it is a form of slow genocide. For an example, take the fact that the vast majority of the Native Americans &#8220;rubbed out&#8221; in the American genocide died (and still die) not from settler bullets, but from poor diets, disease, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=113&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Let Kenyans Take the Lead &#8211; by Shalini Gidoomal</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/let-kenyans-take-the-lead-by-shalini-gidoomal/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/let-kenyans-take-the-lead-by-shalini-gidoomal/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 23:55:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
It&#8217;s just over a month since the GSU threw journalists, observers, and anyone else getting in the way, out of Kenyatta International Conference Centre (KICC) in the first step to quickly re-instate Kibaki as President.
In that time, conservative estimates indicate nearly 1000 people have died and over half a million are refugees. Kenya, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=112&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>No Laughing Matter &#8211; by Judy Kibinge</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/no-laughing-matter-by-judy-kibinge/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/no-laughing-matter-by-judy-kibinge/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 23:48:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
Once upon a time &#8230; three university pals in their early twenties formed a comedic trio at the height of President Daniel arap Moi&#8217;s dictatorial reign. Moi ruled supreme to the extent that to imagine his death was declared a crime punishable by death. Political enemies disappeared, or were arrested in the middle [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=111&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Unsung Heroes of Kenya &#8211; by Mike Eldon</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/unsung-heroes-of-kenya-by-mike-eldon/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 23:02:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
I am not going to write about whether PNU or ODM, or both, are the bad guys. And I will not be analysing who won and who lost the election, or even how we should move forward from the sorry state in which we now find ourselves. No, I want to draw attention [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=110&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>We the Kikuyu &#8211; by Potash</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/we-the-kikuyu-by-potash/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 07:56:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
When I was young, I wanted it all: the pick-up, the farm, the Godfather hat and the pointed shoes. I wanted the beer, the goat ribs and what in those days was called a Public Opinion- a beer belly. For God&#8217;s sake I even wanted gout, because it bespoke, eating well, conspicuous consumption. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=109&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Translated from Kibakizungu &#8211; by Wambui Mwangi</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/translated-from-kibakizungu-by-wambui-mwangi/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:08:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
We have the most hallucination-inducing leaders &#8211; they are surpassingly bad at everything, or extremely good, depending on your point of view.
Kibaki, in effect, has said:
&#8211;Look. We Kikuyus endured twenty-four years of that Kalenjin man&#8217;s rule, and were regularly rigged out. We knew it, and so did you. We, unlike our violent Luo [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=108&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Brinkipice of Genocide &#8211; by Tony Mochama</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/the-brinkipice-of-genocide-by-tony-mochama/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/the-brinkipice-of-genocide-by-tony-mochama/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:01:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya fiction, and view (nonfiction). 
THE ROAD TO ELDORET
The scene from his hotel room screen in Nakuru still feels his mind. Let&#8217;s call him Mwangi. He&#8217;s from Muranga, he still drives the Datsun 120 Y that he bought in 1972 when he was a twenty two year old boy, and he&#8217;s got a family in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=107&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Obituary of Simiyu Barasa, Written by Himself &#8211; by Simiyu Barasa</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/16/the-obituary-of-simiyu-barasa-written-by-himself-by-simiyu-barasa/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 05:16:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
When you find yourself talking with several guests of the morbid situation of your country during the wedding of one of your friends, you quickly realize there is something wrong with your country. When your National broadcasters show men being dragged out of public service vehicles and hacked to death by a mob [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=106&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Echoes &#8211; by Yvonne A. Owuor</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/echoes-by-yvonne-a-owuor/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 23:06:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
Three days ago I ‘exercised my democratic right&#8217; and cast my vote.
A vote is a voice, a choice to speak.
And then it was New Year 2008.
Morning Mass at Consolata Church, Westlands.
The thing that has invaded the land, this, layered and ineffable grief wafts even through this hallowed acre. Inside, the pale brown pews [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=105&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>I Blame Kibaki &#8211; by Potash</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/i-blame-kibaki-by-potash/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:56:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
On Thursday December 28th, 2007, I voted. I could have been somewhere having a beer, but no, I went out to a polling station and stood in a line waiting to cast my vote.
Yes I voted in Kenya&#8217;s last General Election. I didn&#8217;t vote because I believe in democracy; I didn&#8217;t vote because [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=100&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Fire This Time &#8211; by Martin Kimani</title>
		<link>http://liblit.org/2008/02/15/the-fire-this-time-by-martin-kimani/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:53:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
I have just walked through the lobby of the Serena Hotel in Nairobi.  Packs of politicians and their entourages hurry past.  Most have mobile phones into which they whisper urgently pressed to their ears.  They brush shoulders with white men and women lagging large cameras trying to arrange for taxis that will carry [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=liblit.org&blog=1785272&post=103&subd=liblit&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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