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	<title>Comments on: ray foreman &#124; strange horses, ray&#8217;s diner &amp; buddha or no buddha</title>
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	<description>Norbert Blei&#039;s Poetry Dispatch and other Notes from the Underground. “We live to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection,” said Anaїs Nin.</description>
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		<title>By: Phil Hansotia</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Phil Hansotia]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2011 14:24:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Norb,  You&#039;ve served up an incredibly rich plat of poems. I confess I have to nibble and chew often before I can swallow. But I love the taste,the smell of these babies. For now I will restrict my comments to the first two--&#039;horses&#039; and &#039;Rays&#039;.  
Horses kicks off with agreat start--&quot;Life is full of wild horses&#039; and bracketed by smooth partitions like &quot;everyone has a journey- and heads home with--give meaning to my life----. Touches of Hemingway.
Ray&#039;s is classic Blei genre. The&#039; Chicago Symphony&#039;,sights and smells, where old friends meet. The poem has a warm earthy feel like comfort food, and i love it.
Two Excellent poems. More later on the others.  Thanks a bunch.Phil Hansotia.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Norb,  You&#8217;ve served up an incredibly rich plat of poems. I confess I have to nibble and chew often before I can swallow. But I love the taste,the smell of these babies. For now I will restrict my comments to the first two&#8211;&#8217;horses&#8217; and &#8216;Rays&#8217;.<br />
Horses kicks off with agreat start&#8211;&#8221;Life is full of wild horses&#8217; and bracketed by smooth partitions like &#8220;everyone has a journey- and heads home with&#8211;give meaning to my life&#8212;-. Touches of Hemingway.<br />
Ray&#8217;s is classic Blei genre. The&#8217; Chicago Symphony&#8217;,sights and smells, where old friends meet. The poem has a warm earthy feel like comfort food, and i love it.<br />
Two Excellent poems. More later on the others.  Thanks a bunch.Phil Hansotia.</p>
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		<title>By: Barbara Vroman</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Barbara Vroman]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2011 15:57:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What a great celebration of Ray, and how wise his words about the categories of
poetry makers. In the end, the joy is in the capturing of the poem for oneself,
and if someone else enjoys it, that&#039;s the whipped cream on top. And yes,
the little poetry groups are social, and sometimes extraordinarily moving.
Ray gave me two of his poems for publication at my request. They are in
Small Celebrations Winter, which is more or less finished but unpublished.
I owe him a note, maybe an apology.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a great celebration of Ray, and how wise his words about the categories of<br />
poetry makers. In the end, the joy is in the capturing of the poem for oneself,<br />
and if someone else enjoys it, that&#8217;s the whipped cream on top. And yes,<br />
the little poetry groups are social, and sometimes extraordinarily moving.<br />
Ray gave me two of his poems for publication at my request. They are in<br />
Small Celebrations Winter, which is more or less finished but unpublished.<br />
I owe him a note, maybe an apology.</p>
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		<title>By: Ray Foreman</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ray Foreman]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 17:14:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Norb, a quiet words for you...smooth, easy and wellness. 
I dont know why anything, but today i stumbled on this website looking for an old poetry buddy. Brought back good memories. Did I remeber the poems? I did, the Diner. Somewhat the others. Memory dilutes these days  Especially on particular poems. I write a long one for the Marquis every week, two days after I finish, I don&#039;t remember it. 
Hey, it&#039;s been a good ride and still is as long as we can still hear the music.
Ciao, Ray]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Norb, a quiet words for you&#8230;smooth, easy and wellness.<br />
I dont know why anything, but today i stumbled on this website looking for an old poetry buddy. Brought back good memories. Did I remeber the poems? I did, the Diner. Somewhat the others. Memory dilutes these days  Especially on particular poems. I write a long one for the Marquis every week, two days after I finish, I don&#8217;t remember it.<br />
Hey, it&#8217;s been a good ride and still is as long as we can still hear the music.<br />
Ciao, Ray</p>
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		<title>By: Jack Phillips Lowe</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jack Phillips Lowe]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 18:13:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Backstreet Poetry Review rocks!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Backstreet Poetry Review rocks!</p>
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		<title>By: Gordon</title>
		<link>http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2009/03/11/ray-foreman-strange-horses-rays-diner-buddha-or-no-buddha/#comment-847</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gordon]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 23:45:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[what was the the Marquis Cafeteria ?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>what was the the Marquis Cafeteria ?</p>
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		<title>By: CHARLES P. RIES</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[CHARLES P. RIES]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 23:20:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Love Ray Foreman. Love Norb Blei. Rock on brothers!   CHARLES]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love Ray Foreman. Love Norb Blei. Rock on brothers!   CHARLES</p>
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