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	<title>Comments on: john bennett &#124; sometimes you feel so all alone</title>
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		<title>By: josephwgrant</title>
		<link>http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2011/12/10/john-bennett-sometimes-you-feel-so-all-alone/#comment-5783</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2012 10:36:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m reading this by John and I get this from John:

The Essence of Injury
John Bennett

The essence
of injury
is that
a function
of the
unconscious 
gets shifted
to the
conscious.

Bennett, like Bukowski, just lays it out.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m reading this by John and I get this from John:</p>
<p>The Essence of Injury<br />
John Bennett</p>
<p>The essence<br />
of injury<br />
is that<br />
a function<br />
of the<br />
unconscious<br />
gets shifted<br />
to the<br />
conscious.</p>
<p>Bennett, like Bukowski, just lays it out.</p>
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		<title>By: Robert M. Zoschke</title>
		<link>http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2011/12/10/john-bennett-sometimes-you-feel-so-all-alone/#comment-3024</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Robert M. Zoschke]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 19:27:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Awrighta, Nazzzz....you are in New Year&#039;s Eve form already...ahem...]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awrighta, Nazzzz&#8230;.you are in New Year&#8217;s Eve form already&#8230;ahem&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Steve Fortney</title>
		<link>http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2011/12/10/john-bennett-sometimes-you-feel-so-all-alone/#comment-2997</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Steve Fortney]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 13:11:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[my ashes will be spread under the birch trees in the forest in oulu. there is no more beautiful place.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my ashes will be spread under the birch trees in the forest in oulu. there is no more beautiful place.</p>
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		<title>By: maria sall</title>
		<link>http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2011/12/10/john-bennett-sometimes-you-feel-so-all-alone/#comment-2995</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[maria sall]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 11:34:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[John always goes to the core. His reflections are always right, not always flattering. He has this in common with Bukowski.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>John always goes to the core. His reflections are always right, not always flattering. He has this in common with Bukowski.</p>
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		<title>By: maria sall</title>
		<link>http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2011/12/10/john-bennett-sometimes-you-feel-so-all-alone/#comment-2994</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[maria sall]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 11:27:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[to find out about John Bennett:
Visit the Vagabond/Hcolom Press home page at:

http://www.hcolompress.com/Books.html]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>to find out about John Bennett:<br />
Visit the Vagabond/Hcolom Press home page at:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.hcolompress.com/Books.html" rel="nofollow">http://www.hcolompress.com/Books.html</a></p>
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		<title>By: Patt Clark</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Patt Clark]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 00:42:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wanted to find out more about John Bennett and tried Google to little avail.
Any suggestions? 
You certainly choose thought-provoking and sometimes &quot;over my head&quot; blogs, but I appreciate the stimulation.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wanted to find out more about John Bennett and tried Google to little avail.<br />
Any suggestions?<br />
You certainly choose thought-provoking and sometimes &#8220;over my head&#8221; blogs, but I appreciate the stimulation.</p>
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		<title>By: Doug Draime</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Doug Draime]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 00:36:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It peels the layers away, it could be skin or feelings, raw and uncompromising .. it&#039;s a damn fine prose poem]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It peels the layers away, it could be skin or feelings, raw and uncompromising .. it&#8217;s a damn fine prose poem</p>
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		<title>By: Donald O'Donovan</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Donald O'Donovan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 22:58:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fine words from a man who is &quot;not part of anyone&#039;s barbershop quartet.&quot;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fine words from a man who is &#8220;not part of anyone&#8217;s barbershop quartet.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: a.d. winans</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[a.d. winans]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 22:09:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Realy like this a lot, and a great photo too.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Realy like this a lot, and a great photo too.</p>
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		<title>By: Phil Hansotia</title>
		<link>http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2011/12/10/john-bennett-sometimes-you-feel-so-all-alone/#comment-2985</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Phil Hansotia]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 20:42:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This prose poem has all the beauty of the profoundly ordinary. This universal ache is widely familiar, but seldom captured in such thoughful prose. :      &quot; I wish i could stop tap dancing----&quot; and again &quot; I&#039;m partial to a funeral pyre pushed out to sea--&quot;. It captures both the torment and relief of parting and leaves the rest unsaid and lets you spin your wheels. I like it, Phil Hansotia.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This prose poem has all the beauty of the profoundly ordinary. This universal ache is widely familiar, but seldom captured in such thoughful prose. :      &#8221; I wish i could stop tap dancing&#8212;-&#8221; and again &#8221; I&#8217;m partial to a funeral pyre pushed out to sea&#8211;&#8221;. It captures both the torment and relief of parting and leaves the rest unsaid and lets you spin your wheels. I like it, Phil Hansotia.</p>
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