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	<title>Comments on: more correspondence</title>
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	<description>Where was it one first heard of the truth?</description>
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		<title>By: Florencia Varela</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Florencia Varela]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For all you Vera Pavlova lovers: The Poetry Society of America will be hosting her reading this month! Details:

&quot;Thursday, Feb 25, 7:00pm
New York, NY
AN EVENING WITH VERA PAVLOVA

A reading, in Russian and English, celebrating the publication of the celebrated Russian poet&#039;s first book in English, If There is Something to Desire (Knopf).
Co-sponsored by The Russian American Foundation.
$10 / Free for PSA Members and Russian American Foundation Members.

Grand Gallery, National Arts Club
15 Gramercy Park South&quot;

*wonderful site by the way!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For all you Vera Pavlova lovers: The Poetry Society of America will be hosting her reading this month! Details:</p>
<p>&#8220;Thursday, Feb 25, 7:00pm<br />
New York, NY<br />
AN EVENING WITH VERA PAVLOVA</p>
<p>A reading, in Russian and English, celebrating the publication of the celebrated Russian poet&#8217;s first book in English, If There is Something to Desire (Knopf).<br />
Co-sponsored by The Russian American Foundation.<br />
$10 / Free for PSA Members and Russian American Foundation Members.</p>
<p>Grand Gallery, National Arts Club<br />
15 Gramercy Park South&#8221;</p>
<p>*wonderful site by the way!</p>
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		<title>By: Stuart Krimko</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stuart Krimko]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 02:17:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[fainted just to the left of the UN building, &quot;The Dark Apartment,&quot; heartbreaking:

Coming from the deli
a block away today I
saw the UN building
shine and in all the
months and years I’ve
lived in this apartment
I took so you and I
would have a place to
meet I never noticed
that it was in my view.
I remember very well
the morning I walked in
and found you in bed
with X. He dressed
and left. You dressed
too. I said, “Stay
five minutes.” You
did. You said, “That’s
the way it is.” It
was not much of a surprise.
Then X got on speed
and ripped off an
antique chest and an
air conditioner, etc.
After he was gone and
you had changed the
Segal lock, I asked
you on the phone, “Can’t
you be content with
your wife and me?” “I’m
not built that way,”
you said. No surprise.
Now, without saying
why, you’ve let me go.
You don’t return my
calls, who used to call
me almost every evening
when I lived in the coun-
try. “Hasn’t he told you
why?” “No, and I doubt he
ever will.” Goodbye. It’s
mysterious and frustrating.
How I wish you would come
back! I could tell
you how, when I lived
on East 49th, first
with Frank and then with John,
we had a lovely view of
the UN building and the
Beekman Towers. They were
not my lovers, though.
You were. You said so.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>fainted just to the left of the UN building, &#8220;The Dark Apartment,&#8221; heartbreaking:</p>
<p>Coming from the deli<br />
a block away today I<br />
saw the UN building<br />
shine and in all the<br />
months and years I’ve<br />
lived in this apartment<br />
I took so you and I<br />
would have a place to<br />
meet I never noticed<br />
that it was in my view.<br />
I remember very well<br />
the morning I walked in<br />
and found you in bed<br />
with X. He dressed<br />
and left. You dressed<br />
too. I said, “Stay<br />
five minutes.” You<br />
did. You said, “That’s<br />
the way it is.” It<br />
was not much of a surprise.<br />
Then X got on speed<br />
and ripped off an<br />
antique chest and an<br />
air conditioner, etc.<br />
After he was gone and<br />
you had changed the<br />
Segal lock, I asked<br />
you on the phone, “Can’t<br />
you be content with<br />
your wife and me?” “I’m<br />
not built that way,”<br />
you said. No surprise.<br />
Now, without saying<br />
why, you’ve let me go.<br />
You don’t return my<br />
calls, who used to call<br />
me almost every evening<br />
when I lived in the coun-<br />
try. “Hasn’t he told you<br />
why?” “No, and I doubt he<br />
ever will.” Goodbye. It’s<br />
mysterious and frustrating.<br />
How I wish you would come<br />
back! I could tell<br />
you how, when I lived<br />
on East 49th, first<br />
with Frank and then with John,<br />
we had a lovely view of<br />
the UN building and the<br />
Beekman Towers. They were<br />
not my lovers, though.<br />
You were. You said so.</p>
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