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	<title>Creative Ashes &#187; Alicia Keys</title>
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		<title>The Written, The Lament and The Spoken</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chip Cain</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[National Poetry Month 2008]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Many of the poems I find myself gravitating to have at least one foot touching nature: Robley Wilson&#8217;s poem &#8216;A Pleasure Tree&#8217; has both feet firmly planted in nature. A Pleasure Tree by Robley Wilson In the tree that bears gold apples, the starlings keep drunken balance. Seven apples remain, spared by windstorms that have [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Many of the poems I find myself gravitating to have at least one foot touching nature: Robley Wilson&#8217;s poem &#8216;A Pleasure Tree&#8217; has both feet firmly planted in nature.</p>
<p>A Pleasure Tree<br />
<em><a href="http://www.robleywilson.com/" target="_blank">by Robley Wilson</a></em></p>
<p>In the tree that bears gold<br />
apples, the starlings keep<br />
drunken balance. Seven apples<br />
remain, spared by windstorms<br />
that have savaged orchards<br />
down to bare limbs and torn<br />
fields into windrows. A marvel:<br />
Seven apples have not fallen,<br />
but hang in these March rains<br />
like brown jewels, inside them<br />
the pulp turning to raw wine<br />
amber and ruby and cold as air.</p>
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<p><a href="http://www.benbarton.co.uk" target="_blank">Ben Barton</a> features in a BBC short film: <a href="http://www.archive.org/stream/ben_barton/ben_barton_256kb.mp4" target="_blank">No one reads poetry</a>.<br />
The film discusses the lack of poetry readership today and how most poets must juggle a busy day job with creative work.</p>
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<p>Long before there were words to write, poetry was shared orally and not since the late fifties and the beat movement have we seen poetry spoken as often as we see it now. I for one am thankful for the resurgence of spoken poetry and YouTube.</p>
<p>[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLk_Q3Cq2Ns&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en]</p>
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<p>Stay tuned, it&#8217;s National Poetry Month the whole of April!</p>
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