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	<title>Jack Kerouac Writer in Residence Program of Orlando &#187; ted</title>
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		<title>An excerpt from &#8220;The Jazz Parts: Improv with the Beast&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2011 14:55:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wish tonight with the moon low in the sky, I could combust and burst into a shower of new stars. I’m as blown and vanishable as stardust in the pure blue void, cold and limitless. I go to bed now to join nightmare to dream with all my prayer and hoping. If only I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wish tonight with the moon low in the sky, I could combust and burst into a shower of new stars.  I’m as blown and vanishable as stardust in the pure blue void, cold and limitless.  I go to bed now to join nightmare to dream with all my prayer and hoping.  If only I coughed light and sneezed songbirds and the pounding hearts of deer so I could free them, if only my empty belly wasn’t the universe contracting and feeding on itself&#8230;. Shouldn’t love be self-nourishing; who am I to question the plan and fight the ways of man?  Man’s plan is greed and sloth of spirit hidden behind politics and artifice.  Masks and facades are the ways to man too long now that they’ve made molds, and no man knows his true self.  Women have led him loosely to the wrong fruit or road, believing a sibilant voice that promised in easy words all the sun provided earnestly and easily in action.  I do cough light, hooves run from my dripping nostrils and songbirds wake and lull me to my deserved end, revived in tears all rose-color.</p>
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