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				<title>giving it up - a poem by Heather Foster</title>
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				<category>Poetry</category>
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				<title>If We'd Cried, I Would Have Mentioned It - a poem by Karen Skolfield</title>
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				<category>Poetry</category>
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				<title>Chiromancy - a poem by Karen Skolfield</title>
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				<category>Poetry</category>
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				<title>An interview with Ryan Boudinot</title>
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				<title>The "Count": failbetter, 2011</title>
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				<description><strong><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;text-decoration: none;vertical-align: baseline">One late night, having had too much coffee, I got a little curious as to what our “count” might look like if </span><a href="http://www.vidaweb.org/"><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #1155cc;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;vertical-align: baseline;text-decoration: underline">VIDA</span></a><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;text-decoration: none;vertical-align: baseline"> had chosen to review our gender ratio as they had other publications at the conclusion of </span><a href="http://www.vidaweb.org/the-count-2010"><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #1155cc;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;vertical-align: baseline;text-decoration: underline">2010</span></a><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;text-decoration: none;vertical-align: baseline"> and </span><a href="http://www.vidaweb.org/the-2011-count"><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #1155cc;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;vertical-align: baseline;text-decoration: underline">2011</span></a><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;text-decoration: none;vertical-align: baseline">.  So, I took to counting our number of female and male authors, artists and interviewees whom we published in 2011. Happily, I discovered that --although we didn’t have an exact balance--our split was fairly even, with a total of 19 men and 15 women. Check out our pie-chart below and let us know what you think!</span></strong>

[caption id="attachment_957" align="aligncenter" width="334" caption="A breakdown of male and female authors, artists and interviewees featured on failbetter.com in 2011."]<strong><img class="size-medium wp-image-957 " src="http://failbetter.com/newsandnotes/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/revised-failbetter-chart-300x184.jpg" alt="A breakdown of male and female authors, artists and interviewees featured on failbetter.com in 2011." width="334" height="205" /></strong>[/caption]

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				<title>The "Count": failbetter, 2011</title>
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				<description><strong><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;text-decoration: none;vertical-align: baseline">One late night, having had too much coffee, I got a little curious as to what our “count” might look like if </span><a href="http://www.vidaweb.org/"><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #1155cc;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;vertical-align: baseline;text-decoration: underline">VIDA</span></a><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;text-decoration: none;vertical-align: baseline"> had chosen to review our gender ratio as they had other publications at the conclusion of </span><a href="http://www.vidaweb.org/the-count-2010"><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #1155cc;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;vertical-align: baseline;text-decoration: underline">2010</span></a><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;text-decoration: none;vertical-align: baseline"> and </span><a href="http://www.vidaweb.org/the-2011-count"><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #1155cc;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;vertical-align: baseline;text-decoration: underline">2011</span></a><span style="font-size: 15px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;background-color: transparent;font-weight: normal;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;text-decoration: none;vertical-align: baseline">.  So, I took to counting our number of female and male authors, artists and interviewees whom we published in 2011. Happily, I discovered that --although we didn’t have an exact balance--our split was fairly even, with a total of 19 men and 15 women. Check out our pie-chart below and let us know what you think!</span></strong>

[caption id="attachment_957" align="aligncenter" width="334" caption="A breakdown of male and female authors, artists and interviewees featured on failbetter.com in 2011."]<strong><img class="size-medium wp-image-957 " src="http://failbetter.com/newsandnotes/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/revised-failbetter-chart-300x184.jpg" alt="A breakdown of male and female authors, artists and interviewees featured on failbetter.com in 2011." width="334" height="205" /></strong>[/caption]

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				<title>This Friday in Chicago: Food, wine, easy parking...</title>
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				<description><a href="http://failbetter.com/26/WilliamsonUnderTheEl.php?disp=gbox"><img src="http://failbetter.com/newsandnotes/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/williamson_lscape.jpg" alt="williamson_lscape" title="williamson_lscape" width="400" height="342" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-953" /></a>

..and the <a href="http://failbetter.com/26/WilliamsonRedfieldGarden.php?disp=gbox">landscapes of Megan Williamson</a>. All of this and more can be yours, at a show opening this Friday, April 13, from 6 to 9, at <a href="http://gallery1837.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Chicago's Gallery 1837</a>. The particulars:

<blockquote>Gallery 1837
1837 W. Grand Ave.
Chicago 60622
312/829-1116</blockquote>

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				<title>Valeri Larko, master of the urban fringe</title>
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				<description><a href="http://www.failbetter.com/38/LarkoGaseteria.php?sxnSrc=ltst&disp=gbox"><img src="http://failbetter.com/newsandnotes/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/gas.jpg" alt="gas" title="gas" width="400" height="199" class="fullspan" /></a>
We added the "master" part - the bit about the urban fringe comes from the "artist's statement" page of Valeri's snazzy new website. If you enjoyed the paintings <a href="http://www.failbetter.com/38/LarkoNewtownCreek.php?sxnSrc=ltst&disp=gbox">we featured last spring</a>, the site's very much worth checking out. As will be, no doubt, the two shows she has coming up, and the work she has up for sale on Folio Leaf. The details, straight from Valeri:

<blockquote><a href="http://www.valerilarko.com" target="_blank">My brand new and totally improved website</a> is up and running and includes recent paintings added to the New York Series Galleries.

<em>New York show</em>

My paintings will be included in a two-person exhibition at the <a href="http://www.jcacciolagallery.com" target="_blank">J. Cacciola Gallery</a> in Chelsea this summer. Save the date: 

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Opening Reception
Thursday June 28 from 6-8 pm

J. Cacciola Gallery
537 West 23rd Street
New York, NY 10011
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<em>Milan show</em>

If you're visiting Italy this summer and are in the Milan area, please stop by the <a href="http://www.barbarafrigeriogallery.it" target="_blank">Barbara Frigerio Gallery</a>. My paintings will be included in a summer group exhibition in June.

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Barbara Frigerio Gallery 
Via Fatebenefratelli 13
20121 Milano 
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<em>Folio Leaf</em>

Last but not least: Several of my oils on prepared paper can be found on <a href="http://www.folioleaf.com" target="_blank">Folio Leaf</a>, a website that features works on paper.
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				<title>Chernobyl Apples - a poem by Phoebe Reeves</title>
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				<category>Poetry</category>
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				<description>Maybe this even made us believe in original sin, 
except we did not invent these bombs.
Rather, our names were pasted on them 
so it became a sign of beauty
to be a bombshell, to radiate our charms.
We threaten them as their bombs threaten us. 
They were paralyzed by our sex, 
which came like subatomic particles in invisible waves—
measured not in rads or roentgens, but in cup size, 
waist circumference.
Like the electron cloud of a uranium atom, 
our behavior is mysterious and our location 
can never really be known.
So they sought to split us, 
to change us into more basic parts, 
and were surprised when the results 
were equally poisonous, 
the half life equally lengthy, 
and the warning signs 
they hastily erected 
around our perimeters just as useless.
We shift with the wind and cannot be contained.
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				<pubDate>10 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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				<title>Through the Archway - a poem by Phoebe Reeves</title>
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				<description>I walk to the beach where a band plays to no one
out on the floating docks and the tide brings in
giant corks on an oil slick, bobbing and 
turning, greasing themselves in the black muck.
An otter takes refuge farther down, basking
and sliding among the swimmers.  I find
a fish on a pile of seaweed, still faintly
gasping—should I toss him back or 
bring him to the otter, a gift?  I look
in his flat eye, carry him on down the
shore where the otter’s glossy brown body 
hums with current, where he flings himself
recklessly onward as if such abandon
was the only possible response to life.
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				<pubDate>10 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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				<title>Artifacts - a poem by Shevaun Brannigan</title>
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				<category>Poetry</category>
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				<description><p>Deer skeleton, blanched bones, ribs like broken</p>
<p>bed slats, one pointing leg still furred as a</p>
<p>woman&rsquo;s arm in winter. Wildflowers</p>
<p>wind into a shopping cart&rsquo;s plastic weave&mdash;</p>
<p>at the remaining wheels, orange paintbrush lurks</p>
<p>among red milkweed. Ballet flats without </p>
<p>ribbons wait. Guard rail twisted like cursive. </p>
<p>Up ahead, the granite mouth of the cliffs</p>
<p>slowly swallows the road&rsquo;s tongue, and with it,</p>
<p>the line of vehicles waiting, ready</p>
<p>to disappear deep in the cliff&rsquo;s belly,</p>
<p>to corrode, become the fossils of cars.</p></description>
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				<title>Pennies a Day - a poem by Shevaun Brannigan</title>
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				<description><p>Estrella was a photograph from Honduras<br />
Rather Estrella was a girl from Honduras<br />
Estrella was not her name<br />
Her name is not remembered</p>
<p>Estrella was twelve I was fifteen<br />
I slept on the floor Estrella slept on dirt<br />
I thought we were poor I thought<br />
there was nothing to eat<br />
my mother would find a can of green beans<br />
and say you&rsquo;re wrong</p>
<p>For twenty one dollars a month I kept Estrella alive<br />
it was an awful lot of responsibility</p>
<p>My mother said money was too tight<br />
when she&rsquo;d say this I pictured<br />
the skin pulled over Estrella’s distended belly</p>
<p>Starvation leads to apathy<br />
the counselor said when lecturing us<br />
about eating disorders<br />
Your body begins to consume itself</p>
<p>I pictured her stomach deflating<br />
sucking in on itself like a black hole</p>
<p>there went the eye-stars<br />
there went the heart-nova</p></description>
				<pubDate>3 Apr 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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				<title>...or are you happy to see us? 2 questions for Etgar Keret</title>
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Etgar Keret is the acclaimed author of several wonderful and widely translated short story collections, children's books, graphic novels, TV scripts, screenplays, and more.  He's also the newest member of the <em>failbetter</em> family, via his short story &ldquo;<a href="http://www.failbetter.com/43/KeretWhat.php">What Do We Have in Our Pockets?</a>&rdquo; And while we're on the subject:

<strong>Rumor has it that you wrote &ldquo;What Do We Have in Our Pockets?&rdquo; because your friends were asking you what's in <em>your</em> pockets. Can you tell us if this is true? Has anyone offered any interesting guesses, as to what you're carrying around in there?</strong>

I do carry a lot in my pockets. I'm a person who loses anything that isn't a part of him, so either I glue stuff to the back of my neck, or put it in my pockets.
 
<strong>And what <em>is</em> in your pockets?</strong>

A huge hope for a better future (that's why they are bulging) and some other stuff too: lots of keys, though in many cases I'm not sure which doors they open, and a lot of folded pieces of paper. Some of them are ideas for stories, others are phone numbers of people I'll probably never call, not to mention a lot of taxi receipts that never got to my accountant. If he reads this: Eitan, would it be OK if I just mail you my pants? It would be much easier than going through them myself...</description>
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				<title>What Do We Have in Our Pockets? - a story by Etgar Keret</title>
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				<description>A cigarette lighter, a cough drop, a postage stamp, a slightly bent cigarette, a toothpick, a handkerchief, a pen, two five-shekel coins. That’s only a fraction of what I have in my pockets. So is it any wonder they bulge? Lots of people mention it. They say, “What the fuck do you have in your pockets?” Most of the time I don’t answer, I just smile, sometimes I even give a short, polite laugh. As if someone told me a joke. If they were to persist and ask me again, I’d probably show them everything I have, I might even explain why I need all that stuff on me, always. But they don’t. What the fuck, a smile/a short laugh, an awkward silence, and we’re on to the next subject.

The fact is that everything I have in my pockets is carefully chosen so I’ll always be prepared. Everything is there so I can be at an advantage at the moment of truth. Actually, that’s not accurate. Everything’s there so I won’t be at a disadvantage at the moment of truth. Because what kind of advantage can a wooden toothpick or a postage stamp really give you? But if, for example, a beautiful girl — you know what, not even beautiful, just charming, an ordinary looking girl with an entrancing smile that takes your breath away — asks you for a stamp, or doesn’t even ask, just stands there on the street next to a red mailbox on a rainy night with a stampless envelope in her hand and wonders if you happen to know where there’s an open post office at that hour, and then gives a little cough because she’s cold, but also desperate, since deep in her heart, she knows that there’s no open post office in the area, definitely not at that hour, and at that moment, that moment of truth, she won’t say “What the fuck do you have in your pockets,” but she’ll be so grateful for the stamp, maybe not even grateful, she’ll just smile that entrancing smile of hers, an entrancing smile for a postage stamp — I’d go for a deal like that anytime, even if the price of stamps soars and the price of smiles plummets.

After the smile, she’ll say thank you and cough again, because of the cold, but also because she’s a little embarrassed. And I’ll offer her a cough drop. “What else do you have in your pockets?” she’ll ask, but gently, without the “fuck” and without the negativity, and I’ll answer without hesitation: everything you’ll ever need, my love. Everything you’ll ever need.

So now you know. That’s what I have in my pockets. A chance not to screw up. A slight chance. Not big, not even probable. I know that, I’m not stupid. A tiny chance, let’s say, that when happiness comes along, I can say “yes” to it, and not “Sorry, I don’t have a cigarette/toothpick/coin for the soda machine.” That’s what I have there, full and bulging, a tiny chance of saying yes and not being sorry

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				<title>Introducing Tom Batten</title>
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On March 27, we'll be running a brand new story, <em>"What do we have in our pockets?"</em> by the great young Israeli writer <a href="http://www.etgarkeret.com/" target="_blank">Etgar Keret</a>. Some of you might know Etgar and his work from his <a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/404/enemy-camp-2010" target="_blank">appearances on This American Life</a>. And you'll know him even better soon, via not just the aforementioned story, but also a "2 or 3 questions" interview we'll be running next week.

Whence our good fortune?  Etgar comes to us, as it were, courtesy the hard work of Tom Batten, our editorial intern.  Tom's been hard at work for a while now - you've read, we hope, <a href="http://www.failbetter.com/42/PalahniukInterview.php?sxnSrc=rcint">his December interview with Chuck Palahniuk</a>.  But <em>who is he?</em> you've no doubt been asking yourself.  Well, aside from being the guy in the photo up top:

<blockquote>"Born in New York, raised in Yorktown, Virginia, I am currently an MFA student in Richmond, VA. I don't have any pets but I do sometimes stroke my roommate and occassionally, when he's up for it, he purrs. I enjoy hoarding things and hope to one day have enough money to be considered eccentric instead of weird. I hate goofy bios and I'm crippled with self loathing."</blockquote>

And that's that. Of course he speaks mostly through his work. And a good thing, that. Look for more from Tom, soon, here.</description>
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				<title>"Disaster" and beyond: 1 question for Donald Illich</title>
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				<description><p><img src="http://failbetter.com/newsandnotes/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/disaster.jpg" alt="disaster" title="disaster" width="400" class="fullspan" /></p>

Donald Illich is the author of "<a href="http://www.failbetter.com/43/IllichMistake.php">The Mistake</a>" and "<a href="http://www.failbetter.com/43/IllichTalent.php">The Talent</a>," both of which are live today on our site.

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<strong>It's been more than five years since we published your poem "<a href="http://failbetter.com/22/IllichDisaster.php">Disaster</a>." What have you been up to since, and how has it affected your work?</strong>

In the last five years I've been trying to publish a book of poetry, as well as poems in general.  I've been much less successful on both fronts than I'd like.  I've gone through several different styles beyond the "surreal" one that "Disaster" represents, though maybe that style is what I'm best at.  I keep at it because poetry is incredibly important to me, and I'm not going to give up on it.  I'm really happy that failbetter has taken my work, because I see it as a good omen for this year in my publication efforts (though I just got rejected for a book prize). </description>
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				<title>The Talent - a poem by Donald Illich</title>
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				<description>He knew how to eat fire, spit snow.
His eyes radiated madness, hands
clenched as if they could strangle someone.
People stayed far behind the stage,
uncertain he'd ravage the audience,
sure only that they wanted to live.
His performance ended with him
shooting flames out of his blue eyes,
while the backdrop of planets and stars
flashed off and on, until they exploded
into smoke, leaving an empty spot
where the performer had last been seen.
No one waited for autographs.  It seemed
as if the proper thing to do was leave
before they came face to face with him,
certain to be hypnotized into death.
Backstage he smoked a cigarette,
perused a catalog for attache cases
where he could put his magic supplies.
His manager patted him on the back,
but he shrugged it off, smiling at him
as if he was an overly generous fan
who didn't see the flaws that he did.
His girlfriend fell in his lap, kissed him,
her mouth full of the seasons, summer
toasting her lips, winter frosting her tongue.
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				<pubDate>20 Mar 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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				<title>The Mistake - a poem by Donald Illich</title>
				<author>feedback@failbetter.com</author>
				<category>Poetry</category>
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				<description>Let us remember 
when we did everything right.
When we painted the skies blue, 
didn't forget to tell the sun when to rise.  

How we explained the phases 
of the moon to the wolves, kissed the chickens 
for not understanding their eggs.

Even how we taught the pinao 
to play by itself indescriable melodies, 
while the tone deaf were imprisoned 
in a cage made of bum notes.

Now it is all a mistake.  
The mountains climb their own heights, 
challenge the sky angrily.

Rivers run back in on themselves, 
surrounding cities on all sides, 
with no escape for the wicked or innocent.  

The earth plans to die early
by burning itself without questions, 
leaving the last scientist here 
to close the world's door.

We could figure out a way to stop it.
Use our breath and speech for good, 
ask humanity if it could fall in love 
with the landscape, if it could embrace 
earthworms and badgers,

while throwing its vehicles 
into a faraway junkyard 
for the acidic atmosphere to eat.
We could but we won't.  

Our mistakes can't be stitched together 
to form a Frankenstein
who will chase us to the end of the planet
until we save it.  

The world is prepared.
Even the sun knows 
it must swallow it someday.
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				<pubDate>20 Mar 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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				<title>She-Hulk - a painting by Taurus Burns</title>
				<author>feedback@failbetter.com</author>
				<category>Visuals</category>
				<link>http://www.failbetter.com/42/BurnsShe.php?src=rss</link>
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				<description></description>
				<pubDate>6 Mar 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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				<title>Detroit Horizon - a painting by Taurus Burns</title>
				<author>feedback@failbetter.com</author>
				<category>Visuals</category>
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				<description></description>
				<pubDate>6 Mar 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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				<title>Neighborhood Watch - a painting by Taurus Burns</title>
				<author>feedback@failbetter.com</author>
				<category>Visuals</category>
				<link>http://www.failbetter.com/42/BurnsNeighborhood.php?src=rss</link>
				<guid>http://www.failbetter.com/42/BurnsNeighborhood.php?src=rss</guid>
				<description></description>
				<pubDate>6 Mar 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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				<title>Corner Stories: Publix Market - a painting by Taurus Burns</title>
				<author>feedback@failbetter.com</author>
				<category>Visuals</category>
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				<description></description>
				<pubDate>6 Mar 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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				<title>Corner Stories: Sabb's Bar - a painting by Taurus Burns</title>
				<author>feedback@failbetter.com</author>
				<category>Visuals</category>
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				<description></description>
				<pubDate>6 Mar 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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				<title>Corner Stories: Friends Market - a painting by Taurus Burns</title>
				<author>feedback@failbetter.com</author>
				<category>Visuals</category>
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				<description></description>
				<pubDate>6 Mar 2012 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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