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	<title>Comments on: Fine &#038; Mellow</title>
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		<title>by: Grohe Faucets</title>
		<link>http://www.zacharychartkoff.com/2006/01/29/fine-mellow/#comment-93</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 17:22:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>by: Zachary Chartkoff</title>
		<link>http://www.zacharychartkoff.com/2006/01/29/fine-mellow/#comment-76</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2006 14:51:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>&quot;Whenever I listen to Billie Holiday, I am reminded
That I, too, was once banished from New York City.&quot;

Thank you, Erin!  It doesn't happen all that often to me, but when that primal part of me reacts with awe to these forces of nature when I am in their presence its the closest I get to a &quot;religious&quot; experience.  I was always moved by the humility in Levis' poem. (I had forgotten the Holiday reference until you pointed it out, cheers!)  To be able to say: &quot;We were, I think, 'in love.' No, I'm sure.&quot;  Just to sum up a lifetime in a few simple words is both tragic and brave.  I don't know if I have that kind of in-sight.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Whenever I listen to Billie Holiday, I am reminded<br />
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<p>Thank you, Erin!  It doesn&#8217;t happen all that often to me, but when that primal part of me reacts with awe to these forces of nature when I am in their presence its the closest I get to a &#8220;religious&#8221; experience.  I was always moved by the humility in Levis&#8217; poem. (I had forgotten the Holiday reference until you pointed it out, cheers!)  To be able to say: &#8220;We were, I think, &#8216;in love.&#8217; No, I&#8217;m sure.&#8221;  Just to sum up a lifetime in a few simple words is both tragic and brave.  I don&#8217;t know if I have that kind of in-sight.
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		<title>by: Erin B.</title>
		<link>http://www.zacharychartkoff.com/2006/01/29/fine-mellow/#comment-74</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 21:45:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Zachary,

Your book's in the mail.  And god do I agree with you.  Billie Holliday's got it, to use a cliche, unoriginal, over the top phrase, goin' on.  Some primal part of me stirs when I hear her do 'Strange Fruit', and in a similar yet wholly opposite way when I hear her sing 'I Cried For You'.  Just writing that makes me want to stand outside as it's snowing with my face--defiantly? in priase?--to the sky.  Then go home and light candles and Indian incense.  You should check out Larry Levis's poem 'My Story in a Late Style of Fire'.

Cheers,

Erin</description>
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<p>Your book&#8217;s in the mail.  And god do I agree with you.  Billie Holliday&#8217;s got it, to use a cliche, unoriginal, over the top phrase, goin&#8217; on.  Some primal part of me stirs when I hear her do &#8216;Strange Fruit&#8217;, and in a similar yet wholly opposite way when I hear her sing &#8216;I Cried For You&#8217;.  Just writing that makes me want to stand outside as it&#8217;s snowing with my face&#8211;defiantly? in priase?&#8211;to the sky.  Then go home and light candles and Indian incense.  You should check out Larry Levis&#8217;s poem &#8216;My Story in a Late Style of Fire&#8217;.</p>
<p>Cheers,</p>
<p>Erin
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