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		<title>POEM: Storytelling</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Storytelling telling stories in our hotel room keeping my game face on my Superman fights a giant robot John’s defeats a huge gorilla Bernie’s Man of Steel takes on a fire monster he&#8217;s tired so he forgets sometimes his villain is a robot, too I’m wearing a necklace made of Kryptonite my powers are fading [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/08/30/poem-storytelling/</link>
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		<title>Five Years After Katrina: What Right Have I To Mourn?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A few months back my first book of poetry was published. It includes a poem called “Charity,” which gives a snapshot of a nurse in New Orleans as Katrina approached that city five years ago. When my book came out, I read that poem at a gathering of poets who had work published by the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/08/28/five-years-after-katrina-what-right-have-i-to-mourn/</link>
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		<title>Recommended Listening: Citizen Radio</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Highly recommended political commentary, interviews and comedy from Jamie Kilstein and Allison Kilkenny.]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/08/26/recommended-listening-citizen-radio/</link>
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		<title>Another poem accepted</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m happy to announce that an updated version of my bicycling poem &#8220;this two-wheeled life&#8221; will appear in the next issue of Boneshaker: A Bicycling Almanac. I&#8217;ll post details here when it comes out, which will likely be in October.]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/08/24/another-poem-accepted/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Life Is Whirling Around Us</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I wrote this poem after the Third Thursday Poetry Reading tonight, based on a comment Dan Wilcox made during the reading as the sound of sirens faded on the street outside. Life Is Whirling Around Us While we are reading poetry, an elderly woman in a flower-print dress is clutching her chest in a kitchen [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/08/20/poem-life-is-whirling-around-us/</link>
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		<title>Two of my poems featured at Poets For Living Waters</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m pleased to announce that &#8220;The Last Piece Of Ice Under The Sky&#8221; and &#8220;deepwater horizon&#8221; are now featured at Poets For Living Waters, a poetic response to the oil crisis in the Gulf.]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/08/18/two-of-my-poems-featured-at-poets-for-living-waters/</link>
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		<title>Violating a law (of nature)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I asked my landlord for a weed wacker / and he gave me a slingblade No, that&#8217;s not the first line of a terrible, Billy-Bob-Thornton-inspired blues song. Read on. For those of you who know me even slightly, you know there is one underlying philosophy that informs every aspect of my life. It is the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/08/05/violating-a-law-of-nature/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Tennessee Horizon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Tennessee Horizon I am a little bit in love with everyone, including you and this Tennessee horizon will no let me go. Who is the giver of names for the things we most cherish? In the dawn light I can&#8217;t see you clearly enough to know whether [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/08/05/poem-tennessee-horizon/</link>
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		<title>POEM: I never heard Buddy Bolden say a goddamned thing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. The music in the audio version of the poem is &#8220;Buddy Bolden&#8217;s Blues&#8221; performed by Sidney Bechet. I never heard Buddy Bolden say a goddamned thing never saw Count Basie swing never felt Duke love me madly never heard Prez bend a note so sadly never saw [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/08/02/poem-i-never-heard-buddy-bolden-say-a-goddamned-thing/</link>
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		<title>POEM: dust to dust</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. dust to dust ours is not to wonder why though of course we do wonder why? because we like you and when we say we, we are speaking royally as in screwed blued tattooed an indelible mark that reminds one &#8211; or more &#8211; of who one [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/29/poem-dust-to-dust/</link>
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		<title>POEM: What I Would Give For What We Had</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What I Would Give For What We Had In Lenox, Massachusetts, on the picturesque corner of Main and Housatonic Streets, is a building with walls made of butter-yellow brick. Looking up from the sidewalk to the second floor, you can see the windows through which my family used to see the world. There was a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/27/poem-what-i-would-give-for-what-we-had/</link>
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		<title>How to write a rejection letter</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m not saying I know how to do it, I just know this ain&#8217;t it: Dear Jason, Though your work has been declined by our editors, we thank you for allowing us to consider it. Sincerely, The Editors Of A Famous Poetry Review I don&#8217;t mind at all that they rejected me, but I do [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/19/how-to-write-a-rejection-letter/</link>
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		<title>POEM: drives</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was just at the edge of sleep when this tiny little poem floated through. drives the purple bitterness drives the little nothing to death]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/17/poem-drives/</link>
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		<title>Another poem published!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My poem &#8220;deepwater horizon&#8221; was published yesterday in State of Emergency: Chicago Poets Address The Gulf Crisis. You can read it here.]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/16/another-poem-published/</link>
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		<title>AUDIO: The Poets Jazz Trio Live At The Social Justice Center</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to the show using the player above. More photos: I had the pleasure tonight of performing a featured poetry set with the Poets Jazz Trio &#8212; poet Dan Wilcox on saxophone and percussion, poet Tom Corrado on bass, and me reading my poems and playing saxophone and percussion. We played as part of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/15/audio-the-poets-jazz-trio-live-at-the-social-justice-center/</link>
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		<title>Gene Ludwig, 1937-2010</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Organist Gene Ludwig passed away yesterday, July 14, 2010. I didn&#8217;t know him well, but he was a guest on The Jazz Session in August, 2009, and we spoke several times in person and by phone and email. Gene and his wife Pattye were extremely kind to me and to everyone with whom I saw [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/15/gene-ludwig-1937-2010/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Umbrella</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Umbrella I&#8217;m bringing my umbrella in case it rains I&#8217;m writing this poem in case it doesn&#8217;t Last night you were out when I called You&#8217;re often out these days, somewhere I&#8217;d never noticed how empty a room could sound Never wondered where these pans go Sometimes [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/14/poem-umbrella/</link>
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		<title>The key is&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I thought it was a good sign that the key to my new apartment contains a partial line of Shakespeare: Click to enlarge]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/13/the-key-is/</link>
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		<title>Reading (and playing the saxophone) in Albany this week</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This Thursday, one night only: the Poets Jazz Trio at the Social Justice Center, 33 Central Ave in Albany. Poets Jason Crane (poems, sax, percussion), Dan Wilcox (sax, percussion) and Tom Corrado (bass) will perform a 20-minute set of jazz and Jason&#8217;s poetry. There will also be an open mic hosted by Dan Wilcox. The [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/12/reading-and-playing-the-saxophone-in-albany-this-week/</link>
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		<title>POEM: this two-wheeled life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. this two-wheeled life all I could think about as I sucked in diesel fumes on 80 East was how much I&#8217;d rather be riding my bike how it was time to sever the steel shackles of my automotive life to take to two wheels as my creed, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/12/poem-this-two-wheeled-life/</link>
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		<title>POEM: in any given set</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. in any given set we walked around it all day that little Japanese tea cup sitting on what had been the dining room floor it said Sanriku on the side in bold yellow kanji evoking memories of contented nights at the restaurant when I arrived in Japan [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/10/poem-in-any-given-set/</link>
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		<title>Another poem published!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I contacted the poetry journal Meat For Tea about a submission I&#8217;d sent and hadn&#8217;t heard back on. They responded to tell me it was published in their last issue, but they&#8217;d forgotten to notify me. You can read &#8220;North Greenbush To Albany&#8221; in Meat For Tea Vol. 4 Issue 2 by ordering a physical [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/09/2583/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Seeing Eye</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. This poem was inspired by Normanskill poet Alan Casline&#8217;s poem &#8220;My Navajo Butterfly Song.&#8221; Seeing Eye (for Alan Casline) The Navajo sign said &#8220;no photos&#8221; &#8211; I prefer to think of it as advice, not warning, encouraging us to capture images with the lenses of our eyes, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/09/poem-seeing-eye/</link>
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		<title>POEM: The Oak Tree</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Another poem for my wife. The Oak Tree (for Jennifer) I had already asked you three times you&#8217;d wisely declined I was too young, too unproven played the saxophone in a latin jazz band you repaired houses for the poor we each made barely enough to pay [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/07/08/poem-the-oak-tree/</link>
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		<title>Review: The Cocktail Party by T.S. Eliot</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I picked up T.S. Eliot&#8217;s The Cocktail Party on the side of a city street, one of a stack of books being thrown out by someone with a taste for poetry and Eastern religions, to judge by the other books. I gave it a quick scan and discovered it was a play, so I didn&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/26/review-the-cocktail-party-by-t-s-eliot/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Long Day In America</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Painting by Michelle Spark Long Day In America shimmering cymbal rises off the stage like heat from the pavement I’m at a table near the band, drowning my sorrows in a glass of water or at least drowning, anyway this is one of those days when I wish I drank, something strong and obliterating that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/25/poem-long-day-in-america/</link>
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		<title>Breaking Up The Band, or, We Fought The Economy And The Economy Won</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I may regret all this openness later, but for now a little missive here on the blog seems like the easiest way to answer all the questions that are coming up now and will be sure to come up soon. It&#8217;s getting more difficult to come up with plausible stories about what&#8217;s happening, so let&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/24/breaking-up-the-band-or-we-fought-the-economy-and-the-economy-won/</link>
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		<title>POEM: dead pigeon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Based on a recent New York City experience. dead pigeon dead pigeon on a gray sedan gray sedan under a dead pigeon dead gray pigeon sedan gray dead sedan pigeon heads turn, shake, pass passing heads, shaking, turn shaken heads pass, turning shaken heads, turning, pass soft [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/23/poem-dead-pigeon/</link>
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		<title>POEM: First Night of Summer, 2010</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. First Night of Summer, 2010 At the Mobil station on the corner of Quail and New Scotland, an obese man in a tank top delivers a lawnmower from the trunk of his NASCAR-stickered beater to a young man in the latest summer fashions. The obese man plops [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/22/poem-first-night-of-summer-2010/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Separation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. This poem was inspired by a tweet by trombonist Jeff Albert. His message became the first line of the poem. Separation The MacBook Pro&#8217;s headphone out does not have clean stereo separation. It cannot effectively separate the left from&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;the right. Nor can it color-code cull the allowed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/17/poem-separation/</link>
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		<title>POEM: McLemore, Fabricatore &amp; Buttonwood</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. McLemore, Fabricatore &#038; Buttonwood started out across the grassy plain ate buffalo meat on the shores of Lake Erie learned new languages &#038; wooed exotic birds down from the trees were of sound mind &#038; body, were of sound body &#038; mind encountered the Kraken &#038; debated [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/15/poem-mclemore-fabricatore-buttonwood/</link>
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		<title>POEM: deepwater horizon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. deepwater horizon ironic, choosing a name implying distant vision when the one thing you can’t do is see white belly bobs pointing at the sun like the face of a flower or a tree seeking nourishment but the sun has set on this day of days the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/10/poem-deepwater-horizon/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Housatonic Reverie</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. I wrote this poem today while sitting on a rock along the Housatonic River in Connecticut. The photo below, linked from this site, is of the exact spot where this poem was written. That seems like a remarkable stroke of luck, but actually this spot is one [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/06/poem-housatonic-reverie/</link>
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		<title>POEM: by chance and trembling</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. The title of this poem comes from the title of one of composer Andrew Durkin&#8217;s blog posts. Image by batega by chance and trembling by chance and trembling he touched her though perhaps it was not by chance a design buried deep beneath his skin below the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/04/poem-by-chance-and-trembling/</link>
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		<title>POEM: pumpkin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. pumpkin she&#8217;s almost at the end of the poem when she slips and says &#8220;punkin&#8221; just like that, all those careful years peel away, she stands in a flower-print dress her mother made reading in front of the class stumbling over the hard words in her accent [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/06/03/poem-pumpkin/</link>
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		<title>POEM: The Truth About Art Pepper</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Art Pepper is my favorite alto saxophonist and one of my favorite musicians, period. I wrote this while listening to Stuttgart May 25, 1981 &#8211; Unreleased Art Vol. V. Art&#8217;s wife, Laurie, has been on The Jazz Session twice. If you&#8217;d like to learn more about Art, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/28/poem-the-truth-about-art-pepper/</link>
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		<title>POEM: the ghosts of suburbia</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. This is the kind of poem you write when you eat lunch in a cemetery. the ghosts of suburbia (for Bunny, whoever she is) the woman with bottle-colored hair locked her car door at the cemetery perhaps an overabundance of caution among these long-sleeping thieves on this [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/27/poem-the-ghosts-of-suburbia/</link>
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		<title>POEM: The Last Siren</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. The Last Siren you can&#8217;t take your eyes off her when she reads she says it&#8217;s the microphone you say the microphone&#8217;s in the way the word allure comes from the same root as lure, bait her words dangling at the end of the hook you can&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/26/poem-the-last-siren/</link>
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		<title>POEM: to swing you in the arms of the stars</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. A poem dedicated to the jazz musician Sun Ra, written after reading an article by Nate Chinen. to swing you in the arms of the stars you don’t need a rocket to get there there wouldn’t be any there there if you got there anyway but HE [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/25/poem-to-swing-you-in-the-arms-of-the-stars/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Lark Definitions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. A poem for the Lark Tavern in Albany, NY, which was destroyed by fire in May 2010 and which will return. Lark Definitions it&#8217;s a bird noted for its singing it&#8217;s a verb meaning to play it can denote a certain lack of care but that is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/25/poem-lark-definitions/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Stand up, Moses</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. A poem for Albany-based writer and poet Moses Kash III. The first line is from a poem Moses read at Dan Wilcox&#8217;s Third Thursday Poetry Reading on May 20, 2010. Stand up, Moses white people have got hold of all the cash except Americus Moses Kash the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/22/poem-stand-up-moses/</link>
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		<title>Baiku</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Those of us in the bicycling community who have way to much free time are known to write &#8220;baiku&#8221; (bicycle haiku) from time to time. My latest is over at RocBike.com. There are more on that site by various members of Team RocBike. Just type &#8220;baiku&#8221; in the search box. Enjoy!]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/20/baiku/</link>
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		<title>POEM: 91</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. I wasn&#8217;t going to write about the passing of jazz pianist Hank Jones until I saw this article in the New York Times. UPDATE: Hank Jones&#8217; manager, Jean-Pierre Leduc, posted this in response to the NYT article: Hank had a huge farm up in Hartwick, NY, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/18/poem-91/</link>
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		<title>POEM: This is the end</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. This is the end this is the end, so settle in grab a bottled water recline in your easy chair do people still have easy chairs? from the east-facing window you should be able to see it coming sweeping across the hills like an angry sunrise, devouring [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/17/poem-this-is-the-end/</link>
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		<title>POEM: convenience store sushi</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. The first two lines of this poem (and thus, the title) were suggested by my friend Kim, to whom the poem is dedicated. Thanks, Kim. convenience store sushi (for Kim S.) convenience store sushi and vegetable chips that&#8217;s what&#8217;s left the kind of lunch you bring when [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/13/poem-convenience-store-sushi/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Red Truck Elegy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Red Truck Elegy Dozer, the beefy black lab, wants into the car he sniffs the air, scenting my son’s watermelon lollipop just a few feet away sits our red truck, silent, flashers on a gift from my dad, it’s different from the red truck my wife and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/12/poem-red-truck-elegy/</link>
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		<title>A few recent Web appearances</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve popped up in a couple places recently on the Web. Here they are: Dan Wilcox reviewed the Poets Speak Loud reading at which I was the featured poet Dan also wrote about the most recent Albany Poets Presents! reading at Valentine&#8217;s Otto Bruno wrote a post about my reading at St. John Fisher College [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/11/a-few-recent-web-appearances/</link>
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		<title>Otto weighs in on poetry</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Otto Bruno is a very talented broadcaster, writer and historian. And he&#8217;s not, shall we say, a big fan of poetry. Thus is was with some fear and trepidation that I read his review of my recent reading in Rochester. See for yourself: Poetry?? Really, poetry?!?! Otto also inspired one of the poems in my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/11/otto-weighs-in-on-poetry/</link>
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		<title>POEM: &#8220;On Jason&#8217;s Bag&#8221; by Tess Lecuyer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Photographer and musician Keith Spencer started taking photos of my leather satchel at poetry readings. My wife bought the satchel for me when we lived in Japan. My bag has a fan page on Facebook and nearly two dozen fans. And now, it has a poem. Thanks, Tess! On Jason’s Bag by Tess Lecuyer Infinite [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/11/poem-on-jasons-bag-by-tess-lecuyer/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Ingredients</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Ingredients making this cake is neither good nor bad all things are equal in the back-and-forth I mix in the eggs, whisk them foamy so many broken, so many cracked it’s easy, she says, you just read you just follow the directions that’s always been my problem, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/11/poem-ingredients/</link>
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		<title>Two days of poetry (part 3): Monroe Community College</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(Read part 1 and part 2.) Sure, reading poetry to a room full of people is fun, and I&#8217;ll do it whenever the opportunity presents itself. But on Thursday, May 6, I had a chance to experience poetry in a totally different way – by talking about it in two classes at Monroe Community College [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/09/two-days-of-poetry-part-3-monroe-community-college/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Attention</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. A tribute to four college students who helped me appreciate poetry in a new way. Attention Laura calls her teacher “Miss” when they meet after class she’s grown up in a family that understands the weight of respect Lawrence laughs flashing gold his experience etched on the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/09/poem-attention/</link>
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		<title>Two days of poetry (part 2): St. John Fisher College</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Following a fun afternoon of poetry in Avon, NY (see part 1), I headed to St. John Fisher college in Rochester, NY, for the May edition of the Rochester Poets reading series. I was one of two featured poets, the other being my friend Matt Smythe. Matt and I both went to high school in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/08/two-days-of-poetry-part-2-st-john-fisher-college/</link>
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		<title>Two days of poetry (part 1): Avon, NY</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What could be better than a day full of poetry? How about two days full of poetry? I traveled to the Rochester, NY, area this week for a series of poetry events. On Wednesday, May 5, I made my first stop in Avon, NY, about 30 minutes from Rochester. I joined Alan Casline, John Roche, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/07/two-days-of-poetry-part-1-avon-ny/</link>
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		<title>POEM: The Last Piece Of Ice Under The Sky</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Last Piece Of Ice Under The Sky There would be no point in climbing this mountain, not even to speak to the wise man at its summit. He has no answers, no solutions. He is merely old, and that’s no achievement when you live on a mountaintop. There are two men trapped at the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/05/poem-the-last-piece-of-ice-under-the-sky/</link>
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		<title>May 5: The book tour continues in Rochester, NY</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Click on the image to see a larger version of the poster. May 5, 7:30 PM Rochester Poets May Reading at St. John Fisher College I&#8217;ll be performing a 20-minute set, as will my friend and fellow poet Matt Smythe. Born and raised in Canandaigua, NY, Matt Smythe is a Creative Supervisor/Producer at Jay Advertising [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/04/may-5-the-book-tour-continues-in-rochester-ny/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Insane Clown Posse</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t usually post two poems on the same day, but here goes. This is in response to the first-ever prompt from the new Big Tent Poetry. Click on the image below to enlarge. In many browsers. you can click on the bigger image, too, to make it EVEN BIGGER. Crazy!]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/03/poem-insane-clown-posse/</link>
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		<title>POEM: all the world</title>
		<description><![CDATA[all the world in the hazy moments before sleep I turn toward the window, think of you my cheek resting on the cool pillow I wonder where you are, what you&#8217;re doing is your head cradled by soft down? are you looking at the same moonless sky? do you hold my face in your eyes, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/03/poem-all-the-world/</link>
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		<title>POEM: the chase</title>
		<description><![CDATA[the chase 300,000 madcap monks line up in rows myopics who cannot follow the treeing of the raccoon by a pack of wiseacre hounds the raccoon’s claws draw molasses from the trunk a dark glob balancing on its nose like a circus trick the monks follow the smell to the base of the tree where [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/05/01/poem-the-chase/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Red is&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Red is&#8230; the color of the rush the sound of the audience the flame behind your eyes the tingle in the fingertips the vibration inside the salt on the tongue the cast of the rain the taste of need the washing over of the past the end of the tunnel the soft touch of skin [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/30/poem-red-is/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Delaware</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Delaware a deer crosses Delaware Avenue flashing a shock of white-tailed rump at the convenience store window Thursday morning commuters jam the brakes jarred from their talk-radio reverie into an encounter with the world-as-it-is this doe stops all the moving metal the beat of her heart more [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/29/poem-delaware/</link>
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		<title>Audio: My set at Poets Speak Loud (4/26/10)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to the entire set using the player above. UPDATE: The fine folks at Albany Poets sent me a recording of my set straight from the sound board. It&#8217;s higher quality than the recording I made and is now posted above. Enjoy! Thank you to everyone who came out to see my set tonight at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/29/audio-my-set-at-poets-speak-loud-42610/</link>
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		<title>POEM: April</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. April already the sinking of autumn a rough sack of wet leaves thrown over the shoulder sternum aching from bending forward the slightest cloud across the sun renews longing air smells of metal, predicts the coming rain sidewalkers with downcast eyes avoid the discomfort of contact a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/28/poem-april/</link>
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		<title>Photos from Poets Speak Loud (April 26, 2010)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ll be adding to this album as more photos come in. Here are the first few from the reading.]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/28/photos-from-poets-speak-loud-april-26-2010/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Water</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Water (for Carolee and Jill) all my poems are wet soaked through with tears of realization come too late before the ink is dry as my pen lifts from the paper my eyes well up and it starts again every missed connection every just-closed train door every [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/27/poem-water/</link>
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		<title>Tonight (4/26): Come see me read in Albany, NY</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This poster says 7:30 p.m., but it starts at 8 p.m. I&#8217;m the featured poet tonight at Poets Speak Loud at 8 p.m. at the Lark Tavern, 453 Madison Ave. in Albany, NY. It&#8217;s an open mic, too. Sign-up starts around 7, so bring your own work along. I&#8217;ll be reading from my just-released book, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/26/tonight-426-come-see-me-read-in-albany-ny/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Come with me, Shelby</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Come with me, Shelby come with me, Shelby leave Dunkin&#8217; Donuts behind abandon the too-sweet smell of the batter, the truckers’ glares, long-separated from warm flesh and soft mouths leave your ill-chosen uniform and the constriction of low wages we’ll drive to the lake sit in my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/26/poem-come-with-me-shelby/</link>
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		<title>POEM: John, again</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. A poem for my son John and his grandfather, after whom he was named. John Packard died in April 1996. John, again (for my younger son and his grandfather) he’ll never smell his grandpa’s pipe never hear him laugh or make a corny joke he’ll never feel [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/25/poem-john-again/</link>
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		<title>Huzzah for Bernie Crane, poet!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Photo of Bernie at the 2010 Albany WordFest (Photo by Keith J. Spencer) My son Bernie (age 7) just found out that his poem &#8220;Dance To The Chocolate&#8221; won in his age group in the Fair Trade Delmar Chocolate Poetry Contest. He gets a prize, gets to read at the award ceremony, and gets his [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/24/huzzah-for-bernie-crane-poet/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Descent</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. My first conscious attempt to use projective verse. Click on the image to see a larger version.]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/24/poem-descent/</link>
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		<title>Poetry Idol: Who will be the Poet Laureate of Smith&#8217;s Tavern?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This article ran in the Albany Times Union newspaper today. I&#8217;ll be taking part in the competition. Please come out and support local poetry! Village tavern to crown poet laureate Voorheesville watering hole hosts gatherings of wordsmiths By PAUL GRONDAHL, Staff writer First published in print: Friday, April 23, 2010 VOORHEESVILLE &#8212; This low-key suburban [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/23/poetry-idol-who-will-be-the-poet-laureate-of-smiths-tavern/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Light</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Light from an essay by Kwame Dawes: &#8220;to be at home in a lace that is full of light&#8221; and to be held in its grasp, caressed by light to feel the tendrils, the wisps of light wrapped around your chest, softly slithering down your thighs, grasping [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/23/poem-light/</link>
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		<title>Big Tent Poetry: a new gathering place for poets</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My friends and fellow Albany-area poets Carolee Sherwood and Jill Crammond-Wickham, along with my not-yet-but-probably-soon-to-be friend Deb Scott are just about to launch Big Tent Poetry, an online community for poets. Stop by and visit them.]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/22/big-tent-poetry-a-new-gathering-place-for-poets/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Middleburgh Sketches</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Observations from a recent drive from Albany, NY, to Middleburgh, NY, and back. Photographer&#8217;s Web site Middleburgh Sketches April 19, 2010 tiger-striped hills cloud-down hovering one goose in the April sun * * * Cachao&#8217;s bass at the root I on the mountaintop summer salsero amid spring [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/22/poem-middleburgh-sketches/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Gingerbread Man</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this post using the player above. Gingerbread Man &#8220;I&#8217;m uncertain,&#8221; said Heisenberg. It was true &#8212; he was hard to pin down. You have to get up pretty early in the morning to catch a man traveling 66,000 miles per hour. To meet him halfway is a challenge; the distance always shrinking, never [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/21/poem-gingerbread-man/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Roughing It</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Roughing It “Could any of these people bear a week in Walden?” &#8212; Djelloul Marbrook No signal? Are you kidding me with this? It’s a mile walk back to the goddamned Starbucks, and their wi-fi isn’t even free. This was such a mistake. I mean, I like [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/20/poem-roughing-it/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Guilt</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Guilt 1. The scientist created a machine that could look back into the past. He called it Guilt. When activated, his invention could whisk the temporal traveler off to days gone by: the job left unfinished; the lie told; the lover jilted. True, this form of travel [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/19/poem-guilt/</link>
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		<title>Buy my book!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My first collection of poetry, Unexpected Sunlight, is now available. The poems talk of love, family lost and found, music and musicians, and scenes from everyday life. These poems were written between 2006 and 2009. I’m thrilled to be able to share them with you. The book is now available in the store.]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/18/buy-my-book/</link>
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		<title>A look back at the FootHills Publishing 25th anniversary celebration</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There are some days that are hard to forget – your wedding, the births of your children … and the day someone hands you the first copy of your new book. Saturday, April 17, was such a day for me. I traveled to Geneseo, NY, with fellow poet Alan Casline to attend the FootHills Publishing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/18/a-look-back-at-the-foothills-publishing-25th-anniversary-celebration/</link>
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		<title>The book!</title>
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		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/18/the-book/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Muse, Inc.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. This was prompted by a small contest over at the Poems Out Loud blog. Muse, Inc. Nothing happened. I mean it, nothing. I’d put my blank pages in the Amazing First Book Creating Machine and pressed POETRY on the display. I’d driven to this bowling alley in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/18/poem-muse-inc/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Strings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Strings Perhaps Beethoven was wrong. This may not be the best method of organizing groups of tightly wound cat intestines. Or aren&#8217;t those used anymore? That would be foolish &#8211; there are certainly too many cats. Everywhere you look, they stare at you with disdainful eyes before [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/17/poem-strings/</link>
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		<title>My son&#8217;s poems</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My 7-year-old son Bernie has been writing poems for the past year or so. Today he submitted his first poems and tonight he&#8217;s attending his second open mic at the 2010 Albany WordFest. I&#8217;m so proud of him and I&#8217;d like to share some of his work with you. The first four poems were inspired [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/16/my-sons-poems/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Lottery</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Lottery Ida plays the lottery every day walking slowly to the pharmacy next to the pizza shop she hands a worn sheet of folded paper to the Pakistani man who pushes the numbers into the machine then she sits next to the display of walkers and canes, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/16/poem-lottery/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Amputee</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Amputee “don’t you miss it?” that&#8217;s always the first question for so many years that metal was part of my body, wedded to my fingertips I would wiggle my digits and the conjured spirits would wail and cry “not really” I say fixing my expression to sell [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/15/poem-amputee/</link>
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		<title>POEM: This pervasive inequality that we call choice</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. I enjoy the visual work of Joanne Johns, whose blog I highly recommend. Today&#8217;s offering is in that spirit. As for the text: When you include multiple links in a Facebook status update, a window pops up asking you to type in two words to prove that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/14/poem-this-pervasive-inequality-that-we-call-choice/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Another Song For Occupations</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. The music is &#8220;Down By The Salley Gardens,&#8221; performed on tin whistle by Jason Crane. Another Song For Occupations Walt didn&#8217;t mean invaders he meant good work, done well not camo-clad crusaders turning Gaza into hell not Kabul and not Baghdad or next to Kandahar a mother [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/13/poem-another-song-for-occupations/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Comedy Gold</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Comedy Gold (for Jeff Vrabel) laughter is the energy, compassion the generator, a limitless supply impervious to disruption like the golden sun that permits flight it’s a super-power, being liked not everyone has it some folks are more Kryptonite than hoped-for hero you don’t need the phone [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/12/poem-comedy-gold/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Spring Robins</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Spring Robins I&#8217;ve been seeing robins everywhere this season on the lawn when I leave for work outside my window at the office in the yard while I&#8217;m playing with the kids they wander to and fro, looking lost and confused and who can blame them &#8212; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/11/poem-spring-robins/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Oh Lord</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Oh Lord Don&#8217;t Let Them Drop That Atomic Bomb On Me When Charles wrote that, the (magic) mushroom seemed like a very real possibility. Like there could be a day when there were no more days, when spring would jump straight to winter and the switch would [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/10/poem-oh-lord/</link>
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		<title>Two reviews and a preview</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I realized today that there are a few things I&#8217;ve mentioned on Facebook and Twitter but not right here on the blog: The Winter-Spring 2010 issue of Blue Collar Review is now available at partisanpress.org. My poem &#8220;Lillian Dupree &#038; The Ballad of Frenchman Street&#8221; is in it, alongside a lot of other fine writing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/09/two-reviews-and-a-preview/</link>
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		<title>April 17: Join me to celebrate FootHills Publishing in Geneseo, NY</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ll be one of many readers gathering in Geneseo on Saturday, April 17, to celebrate the 25th annivesary of FootHills Publishing. Complete information about the event is included in the flyer below, or on my events page. Click on the image to see a larger version:]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/09/april-17-join-me-to-celebrate-foothills-publishing-in-geneseo-ny/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Origins</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Origins Tell me where you&#8217;re from from the Berkshire hills from a yellow-brick building with a drug store in the bottom from a mother and a father who gave me love and madness from firefighters in a flooded basement and old men with missing fingers from the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/09/poem-origins/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;Gravity&#8221; featured at Nippertown</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Photo (c) Andrzej Pilarczyk Thanks to the wonderful Albany arts &#038; culture site Nippertown for featuring my poem &#8220;Gravity,&#8221; inspired by Matthew Shipp: &#8220;Gravity&#8221; at Nippertown]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/08/gravity-featured-at-nippertown-site/</link>
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		<title>POEM: North Greenbush To Albany</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. North Greenbush To Albany Start: the Sharp house, aging Greek revival in what was once Bloominville. They used to bottle spring water here until the well dried up. Then it&#8217;s three miles, nearly all downhill, because the Hudson draws all riders to its level. There are two [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/08/poem-north-greenbush-to-albany/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Malcolm</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. My first stab at a visual poem. Click on the image to see a larger version.]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/07/poem-malcolm/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Excerpts from Keep Off The Grass by Whit Waltman</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Most people know that Walt Whitman published the first edition of Leaves of Grass in 1855. What few people know is that he plagiarized many of the most famous lines in the book from a lesser-known Massachusetts poet named Whit Waltman, who published his own Keep Off [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/06/poem-excerpts-from-keep-off-the-grass-by-whit-waltman/</link>
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		<title>Louder Than A Bomb</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This looks incredible.]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/05/louder-than-a-bomb/</link>
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		<title>POEM: A Photograph Of Lenny</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. If someone were to ask me to pick one person as a personal hero, Lenny Bruce is who I&#8217;d pick. A Photograph Of Lenny I write my poems under a photo of Lenny Bruce. He&#8217;s staring straight out at me, denim-clad (maybe), in front of a chain-link [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/05/poem-a-photograph-of-lenny/</link>
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		<title>POEM: Transubstantiation Is A Crock(pot)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen to this poem using the player above. Transubstantiation Is A Crock(pot) Thomas didn&#8217;t want to touch Jesus because he doubted His existence; he wanted to see if He was tender. “Nothing ruins a sacrament like tough Christ,” Tom said, casting a knowing glance at the others. He spoke loudly so that Jesus wouldn&#8217;t hear [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jasoncrane.org/2010/04/04/poem-transubstantiation-is-a-crockpot/</link>
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