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	<title>Comments on: I Didn&#8217;t Even Know I Was There—Spoken Word Memories</title>
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		<title>By: kenneth macKillop</title>
		<link>http://therumpus.net/2009/02/i-didnt-even-know-i-was-there/comment-page-1/#comment-66799</link>
		<dc:creator>kenneth macKillop</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 03:06:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A long wild time and a sad decline. Monday nites at the Covered Wagon were pretty fucking dangerous. Were you there the nite we were all smoking PCP?

I love that time of our lives, and cherish the dreams - $10 seemed an impossible dream. a hand made chapbook preferably on hand-made paper seemed as much of a literary goal as necessary or possible.

funny that you lived upstairs from the genius Bana Witt and only knew her as the crazy lady who complained about noise.

i miss my heyday, and am still not unpacked having moved in here in august. My &#039;novel&#039; is in about half a dozen boxes, plus a great number of poetry fragments plus a lot of napkins w/ drawings by The Mysterious Mr. Clam, a true treasure.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A long wild time and a sad decline. Monday nites at the Covered Wagon were pretty fucking dangerous. Were you there the nite we were all smoking PCP?</p>
<p>I love that time of our lives, and cherish the dreams &#8211; $10 seemed an impossible dream. a hand made chapbook preferably on hand-made paper seemed as much of a literary goal as necessary or possible.</p>
<p>funny that you lived upstairs from the genius Bana Witt and only knew her as the crazy lady who complained about noise.</p>
<p>i miss my heyday, and am still not unpacked having moved in here in august. My &#8216;novel&#8217; is in about half a dozen boxes, plus a great number of poetry fragments plus a lot of napkins w/ drawings by The Mysterious Mr. Clam, a true treasure.</p>
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		<title>By: Richard</title>
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		<dc:creator>Richard</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 19:20:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sounds like a fantastic time.</description>
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		<title>By: Stephen Elliott</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stephen Elliott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 03:12:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ha. Love you too, homie. There&#039;s also this from my next book in the also by page, re. Jones Inn: &lt;em&gt;This is my first book and I don&#039;t recommend it. I was twenty-one when I wrote most of it and the publisher, a good friend operating on a small budget, misspelled my name on every other page. &lt;/em&gt;

Later, on page 103: &lt;em&gt;HR offered me two weeks severance but I said it was going to take me longer than that to recover. The VP of Sales called me into his office and threatened to have me killed. I told my employees to watch my door and make sure it never closed. A meeting was scheduled for six at night in the boardroom on a Friday. I got the next plane to Los Angeles and went into hiding with Hart Fisher, my first publisher, in Granada Hills.&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ha. Love you too, homie. There&#8217;s also this from my next book in the also by page, re. Jones Inn: <em>This is my first book and I don&#8217;t recommend it. I was twenty-one when I wrote most of it and the publisher, a good friend operating on a small budget, misspelled my name on every other page. </em></p>
<p>Later, on page 103: <em>HR offered me two weeks severance but I said it was going to take me longer than that to recover. The VP of Sales called me into his office and threatened to have me killed. I told my employees to watch my door and make sure it never closed. A meeting was scheduled for six at night in the boardroom on a Friday. I got the next plane to Los Angeles and went into hiding with Hart Fisher, my first publisher, in Granada Hills.</em></p>
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		<title>By: Hart D. Fisher</title>
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		<dc:creator>Hart D. Fisher</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 02:52:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Love your writing as always... will forever kick myself for misspelling your name on Jones Inn... I was glad you hooked me up to feature read and let me crash at your pad... it was a cool scene back when we were both young chicken fuckers... instead of the jaded...

...the Vietcong of poetry...

HDF</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love your writing as always&#8230; will forever kick myself for misspelling your name on Jones Inn&#8230; I was glad you hooked me up to feature read and let me crash at your pad&#8230; it was a cool scene back when we were both young chicken fuckers&#8230; instead of the jaded&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8230;the Vietcong of poetry&#8230;</p>
<p>HDF</p>
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		<title>By: c. rindi</title>
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		<dc:creator>c. rindi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 20:32:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As ever, I love reading your writing. xo</description>
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