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	<title>Lee Wilde Fine Art &#187; Poetry</title>
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	<description>paintings, drawings, thoughts on love, life and the universe</description>
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		<title>Cascade</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 04:51:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Wilde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Yesterday for the third time this week, I took my sketchpad to The Domain.. but once again, instead of drawing I wrote some poetry. I&#8217;m still feeling a bit overwhelmed by the size of Sydney.  I think I need to calm down a bit before I&#8217;ll be able to start drawing again. Cascade Long <a href='http://www.leewilde.com/2011/07/cascade/'></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Spoken word 5</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 May 2011 11:24:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Wilde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[words by Gretchen Cello read by Helen Gilbert music by Ash Dargan &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>The Cars : Drive</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 14:50:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Wilde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Only now we realise.. coloured lights under ink-dipped skies ..we were the ones who shone so brightly, our neon hearts on summer nights.]]></description>
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		<title>Blue</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2011 14:08:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Wilde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Blue. You and I in a room at night. Lit by the moon, a pale blue light flooded the quiet space.  Blue. Your face.. smooth, translucent skin. No hint of the din from the street below.  So blue&#8230; your hair.. the dark blue water beneath a wave. Wet cars slid across your chest, transposed, in <a href='http://www.leewilde.com/2011/03/blue-2/'></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Honey</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 14:12:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Wilde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Click clack. She strides in metal heels with legs smooth as honey. Watch her walk. They fall at her feet but she doesn&#8217;t see, because talk is cheap and time is money.]]></description>
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		<title>Baby Doll</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 14:10:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Wilde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A bruised beauty. Something about her eyes.. sooty, disillusioned from promises and lies. She wants everything or nothing at all. Battered baby doll.]]></description>
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		<title>Gone</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 14:04:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Wilde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Right there. Combing her hair with her fingers. Ribbons of light in a darkened room. &#8220;I have to leave soon.&#8221; he told her. She knew. &#8220;We could write&#8221; he began. She turned to him, lifted her hand to his mouth, &#8220;Sssh&#8230;&#8221; then touched the dark blue-grey cotton of his shirt, already feeling him gone. &#8212;- <a href='http://www.leewilde.com/2011/03/gone/'></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Arthur O’Shaughnessy : Ode</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 02:42:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Wilde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We are the music makers, And we are the dreamer of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties, We build up the world&#8217;s great cities, <a href='http://www.leewilde.com/2010/09/arthur-oshaughnessy-ode/'></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Walt Whitman : Song of Myself</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 09:47:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Wilde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was a wonderful program on Walt Whitman this afternoon on the ABC. For 2 hours I sat like a cobra seduced by flute music and now I&#8217;m blissing out]]></description>
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		<title>From Here to There</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 23:53:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lee Wilde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;What a load of wank.&#8221; Looking over my shoulder, his blinding shirt, half orange, half black. He slaps me on the back, &#8220;Whats for dinner?&#8221; &#8220;Well I thought I&#8217;d do&#8230;&#8221; I begin, but he&#8217;s gone. I simmer with indignation. Looking again at the screen, I wonder what it means&#8230; The poet&#8217;s voice held no clue. <a href='http://www.leewilde.com/2010/05/from-here-to-there-poetry-poem/'></a>]]></description>
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