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		<title>Involuntary Reflexes, or How I Ruin Art</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 01:35:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Andrea Danowski &#160; I was going to start off with the story my dad always tells about how he almost knocked over a Giacometti once. I don&#39;t know if it was the one that recently sold for just over a hundred million dollars, but it was one of the Walking Man bronze sculptures. My dad lost his balance or something and stepped backward, not realizing the Walking Man stood there. It teetered and wobbled, but did not fall. And then I remembered the time at an art show at Timbrespace, after two too many martinis, when a cup of beer slipped out of my drunken hand dangerously close to Luke Whitlatch&#39;s painted wrapped canvas blocks on the floor in the middle of the gallery. I liked his work, but if I was going to have to buy one of his pieces, I didn&#39;t want it to be because it was beer-soggy. The cup hit the hardwood at just the right angle to propel the beer away from the closest piece. I haven&#39;t drunk a martini since. But the story I wanted to tell you is about my teenage fingers. It must have been during my yearly summer writing camp at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Biography for Mother’s Family Photos by Mishon A. Wooldridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 23:30:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; I need a camera, to my eye, to my eye, reminding which lies I&#8217;ve been hiding &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; -Wilco, &#8220;Kamera&#8221; Many of my pictures are copies of my dad&#8217;s photos. Others were given to me by friends, or posted to their facebook accounts, but the majority are my own, for I am interested, like many others, in visual documentation of my life. &#160;True, I am a terrible photographer; however power lines and beater cars in the foreground of a sunset shot never stop me from remembering exactly how I felt when I stood there with the camera in the first place. Memories can hide, they build webs connected to smells or songs, they show-up totally uninvited during dinner dates, or dance before our eyes late at night when we&#8217;d rather be sleeping. To acquire a defaulted storage unit is simple: the crowd gathers, the units are opened one by one for viewing, the auctioneer begins somewhere around $50, the price flies up fast. Without looking in any boxes or handling any furniture, the purchaser buys the entire contents of the unit. After the foreclosure of her home, my mother packed my brother&#8217;s and my childhood photos&#8212;probably her own as well&#8212;into [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nice and Fat by Telaina Morse Eriksen</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 04:31:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Tell me exactly how you did it,&#8221; she says. I covertly look to the right and to the left—as if a Star Trekesque escape pod will suddenly appear and I will be rescued from this conversation. No luck. I can&#8217;t just walk away. I see this woman at the gym three days a week. I have to say something…and something polite, too. &#8220;Well, you know that whole thing they say about diet and exercise,&#8221; I say. &#8220;It actually works.&#8221; &#8220;No, no. Tell me,&#8221; she says. &#8220;How much weight is it now?&#8221; &#8220;125 pounds.&#8221; &#8220;That is a whole person. Tell me exactly what you are eating.&#8221; She scoots over her sweatshirt so I can sit next to her on the bench. We&#8217;re in the aerobics studio at the gym and she expects me to settle in with her for a nice, long, cozy chat. The Midwest nice in me is too strong. Not only must I stay—I must answer her questions as truthfully as I can. This has been genetically encoded inside me—like my reflex to watch the Detroit Tigers, consider it my God-given right to eat a wide variety of casseroles made with Campbell&#8217;s soup, and to call all types [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Light by Denise Emanuel Clemen</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 04:20:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s getting dark when the road curves into Moab. My twenty-two year old daughter is with me on my cross-continent divorce odyssey. Six weeks ago, her dad told me our thirty-year marriage was over and my life feels as stark as the landscape that surrounds us. I&#8217;ve made a reservation at a swank place called the Red Rock Inn, but it&#8217;s somewhere in a canyon and the road is a thread of asphalt in the dark. The setting sun has turned the cliffs the color of blood, and the blackness is waiting to drop like a curtain. &#8220;Maybe we should turn around,&#8221; I tell Colette. &#8220;Get a motel in downtown Moab. Find this place in the morning.&#8221; I&#8217;m afraid of plunging into the water I hear coursing below us. Afraid of missing a curve and drilling us into a mountain. Afraid of living a life I can&#8217;t even begin to imagine. &#8220;Go a little farther,&#8221; Colette says. There are mile markers on the side of the road and she&#8217;s reading them. The directions say something about mile forty-three. When we spot the gate we&#8217;re past it. &#8220;Turn around here,&#8221; she says, but the thought makes my stomach plummet. It&#8217;s dark [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Summer 2008</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 05:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Two Hawks Quarterly Issue 2 &#8211; Number 1 &#8211; Summer 2008 __________________________________________________ &#160; &#160; A Letter Not Sent Kristine Ong&#160;Muslim Are They Real? Virginia&#160;Silverman Avoiding Her Art Eugenie&#160;Theall BLOCK Darby&#160;Bailey Bread &#38; Tablecloths Sergio&#160;Ortiz Childless Eugenie&#160;Theall Defeating the Forces of Caf&#233; Amore Laurie&#160;Barton FAMILY OWNED R. Neal&#160;Bonser Forever 18 Casey Cohen Mulling Spices Jennifer&#160;Bradpiece ORBIT Melissa&#160;Mason Reversal of Aging Laurie&#160;Barton RITUALS Lynn&#160;Bey Soul&#8217;s Call Jonathan&#160;Emrys TAGORE&#8217;S KISS Shome&#160;Dasgupta The Art of Giving Devin Galaudet Without Words Philip C. Barragan,&#160;II &#160; &#160; Copyright Information &#160;]]></description>
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