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    <title>(An entirely apposite entry!)</title>
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      <title>Art Is Not About Genius</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;My friend Michael Burton found this written on the back of a menu somewhere in Sausalito, and it is one of the most beautiful bits of writing I have ever read.&#xD;
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Art is not about genius.&#xD;
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Genius is not about anything&#xD;
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Creation is about awareness&#xD;
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Every moment, every moment&#xD;
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Creative beings cry more tears&#xD;
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Creative beings need more&#xD;
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Than this or that&#xD;
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To feast on&#xD;
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To bleed on&#xD;
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To hold onto&#xD;
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Each other&#xD;
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Not being Afraid anymore&#xD;
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Not alone anymore&#xD;
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Grand Hearts&#xD;
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Such great love&#xD;
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Beautiful sad hearts&#xD;
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Wandering around&#xD;
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Waiting for the sun to come up.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 00:02:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2008-02-07T00:02:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The man In the Moon</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;  &#xD;
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Lucid lights in the hot city, are lower and more languid than I've ever seen them.&#xD;
Indeed, you and I take strolls to places that look different when I'm with you.&#xD;
Observing architectonic LOVE, and getting sand-potty up to our elbows,&#xD;
this city is built with wisdom, and a clear vision of foundation first.&#xD;
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I'm looking out the window when you pull me close, and end my rhapsody-in-blue with honesty, and hope.&#xD;
I'm looking out of my heart when I see you, hear your singing, stand swaying, and gulp.&#xD;
I want to share my fields of flowers, the valley that is my heart.&#xD;
There is a river flowing there, take the kayak, and at sun-up, depart,&#xD;
Fear Not this Journey,&#xD;
Our blood is young,&#xD;
We have time, we do breathe.&#xD;
Lay down when you get there;I am out gathering the wood. &lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 09:46:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2007-10-19T09:46:47Z</dc:date>
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