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		<description>The original writings of author Trystan</description>
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			<title>Begging</title>
			<description>So here I am again in the same place outside the shop with the same shoes and smelly socks and rags and Panama hat but with a different bottle and a different pack of f**s.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;ve got the same spot as usual and everyday, the one a few yards from the cash machine where they ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/404480/</link>
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			<description>Here is a fresh poem (written this evening).  I might revise it.  Tell me what you think.  I'm quite happy with the last stanza but not so much the other two . . .</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/395828/</link>
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			<title>A Poem</title>
			<description>And you will live, so you can work.Those are the rules, those are our rules.And you will work, so you can liveThose are our rules, those are the rules.&amp;nbsp;Pitiful eyes;Dew on a bare winter moundThe sick wind&amp;rsquo;s twisted sound;Life twisting by hastilyWithout an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/394971/</link>
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			<title>Dawn</title>
			<description>Something of an Ezra Pound imitation.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/394451/</link>
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			<title>Psychedelic Ponds</title>
			<description>Another older poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/394412/</link>
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			<title>2150 - Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The second part . . . again, probably not for everyone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/394284/</link>
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			<title>Assault of the Real</title>
			<description>yup</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/392890/</link>
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			<title>Carl Clich&amp;#2013265929;, Part 1</title>
			<description> His name was Carl Clich&amp;eacute;; so named because he could not communicate in any other way than by via a clich&amp;eacute;.&amp;nbsp; He could read and write, he could hear and talk.&amp;nbsp; But he could only write clich&amp;eacute;s, and he could only say clich&amp;eacute;s.&amp;nbsp; It had al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/392503/</link>
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			<title>A Surrealist Anti-Story</title>
			<description>I wrote it this evening, inspired by surrealism.  Although I didn't use his &quot;cut-up&quot; technique, I think the style I wrote this in owes a lot to William Burroughs - i.e. sharp imagery, conscision, general weirdness.  Though do feel free to disagree.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/390628/</link>
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			<title>From a Government</title>
			<description>Something I wrote about an hour ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/390582/</link>
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			<title>Autumn Leaves</title>
			<description>A poem written around last November.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/390273/</link>
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			<title>2150 - Chapter 1</title>
			<description>This is the first chapter of a story I'm working on.  It's quite sci-fi-ish, part political statement.  It has some sexual references; nothing particularly graphic, it's still probably not for everyone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/390018/</link>
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			<title>Choices</title>
			<description>Riding along the psychedelic superhighwayThe kaleidoscopic streets encapsulated Under the pitch black sky that threatens dayWith its hold over everything: The contained ant colony of the cityCrawling with booze and booze and The flesh of the heroin super fix evening . . .What are you d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/389785/</link>
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			<title>Winter's End</title>
			<description>Sample.  Scribbled down this morning.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trystan/389775/</link>
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