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	<title>Liberation Lit</title>
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	<description>A Journal of Art and Issues from Mainstay Press</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 21:02:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>What I Tell the Young When They Ask - by Margaret Randall</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/03/31/what-i-tell-the-young-when-they-ask-by-margaret-randall/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 16:48:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The art of resist. 
 

What I Tell the Young When They Ask
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Resist
fictitious argument
luring or barking at your door
Don&#8217;t ask your doctor
if seduction is right for you
only his wallet knows for sure.
Resist
turning away
from that which gleams in the sun
covers itself with unfamiliar cloth
or pronounces words
you do not understand.
Resist
don&#8217;t ask don&#8217;t tell
because it requires a dance of deception
steps [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Oñate&#8217;s Right Foot - by Margaret Randall</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/03/31/onates-right-foot-by-margaret-randall/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 16:44:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[New Mexico]]></category>

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History - reality and symbol - in New Mexico. 

How Much Coyote Remembered

O, not too much.
And a whole lot.
Enough.
&#8211;Simon Ortíz.[i]

We&#8217;re driving through Las Cruces, New Mexico, on our way to the small community of Mesilla, once the largest and most important stop along the early San Antonio-Los Angeles wagon route. Lots of pioneer history here, deep [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Drowning in Bones and Flames - by Theodore A. Harris</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/03/31/drowning-in-bones-and-flames-by-theodore-a-harris/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 14:32:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Partisan collage


Drowning in Bones and Flames
paper collage, 2002 by Theodore A. Harris
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		<title>&#8220;Fuses&#8221; - by Mark Vallen</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/03/29/fuses-by-mark-vallen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 23:51:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Revolutionary silkscreen

 &#8221;Fuses&#8221; - Mark Vallen 1987 Silkscreen 7 1/2 x 9 1/2
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		<title>&#8220;Apostles of Ugliness&#8221;: 100 Years Later - by Mark Vallen</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/03/28/apostles-of-ugliness-100-years-later-by-mark-vallen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 15:34:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Much of Liberation Lit&#8217;s first issue cover art is in the style overviewed below, including work by John Sloan.
February, 2008 marked the 100th anniversary of &#8220;The Eight Independent Painters&#8221; exhibition at New York&#8217;s MacBeth Gallery. While the event changed the face of American art and established the country&#8217;s very first avant-garde art movement, which broke [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Iraq on My Mind: Thousands of Stories to Tell - And No One to Listen - by Dahr Jamail</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 16:57:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Views of Iraq and the USA from an independent reporter and others.

&#8220;In violence we forget who we are&#8221; &#8212; Mary McCarthy, novelist and critic
1. Statistically Speaking
Having spent a fair amount of time in occupied Iraq, I now find living in the United States nothing short of a schizophrenic experience. Life in Iraq was traumatizing. It [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Love&#8217;s Indomitable Spirit Still Alive in Kenya - by Rasna Warah</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/03/02/loves-indomitable-spirit-still-alive-in-kenya-by-rasna-warah/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 16:15:32 +0000</pubDate>
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Focus: Kenya view. 
One of my favourite commercials is the one showing the real-life blind Kenyan marathon runner Henry Wanyoike training against a backdrop of Kenya&#8217;s most majestic views alongside his childhood friend and training guide, Joseph Kibunja. The reason this commercial touches my heartstrings is not just because it is beautifully crafted, but it shows [...]]]></description>
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		<title>2 Poems - by Betty Muragori</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/03/02/2-poems-by-betty-muragori/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 16:13:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya poems.

The Language of Tribe 
I 
I am well versed in the idiom of tribe, 
Having acquired the script long ago, from my family, friends, schools, 
From my whole existence as a Kenyan really. 
And I speak it with fluent authority. 
There maybe times when I look different, 
Special even, as if the language of tribe were beyond my understanding. 
After all, I can cite my marriage, my children, my friends, 
But that is a false impression, 
I am like everyone else.   
II
This uncomfortable truth led me on a journey. 
I wanted to know, 
What is this thing called tribe, really? 
That has us all by the neck? 
What does it  look like? 
How does it feel? 
How do people live with it? 
Laughing one moment with their tribal protagonist, 
And the next, looking at each other across a wide abyss, 
A yawning space, unbridgeable by the smiles of former friends, 
Now bereft of all good intentions? 
III
I wonder, 
If tribe were a taste,
A sound, 
A feeling, 
A thing alive, 
How would it be? 
My experience of tribe is all sharp acid on the tongue, 
Clanging metallic noises, 
A rising tide of ill will, 
A watchful expectation of ugly tribe rearing its head, 
Reaching out to grab a cake, for itself, 
To eat, quickly, greedily! 
Tribe is grating loudly in my ears, 
It must be heard!  
It has me believing it is natural, inevitable like the heavens.   
IV
Tribe makes me act secretly, 
I hide myself in full public view. 
I read the newspapers, 
Watch behind the news, 
Scan the streets, 
Count the members of the church council,
On and on. 
I tally the number of times my tribe emerges. 
When the appearance is favourable, 
I smile.  
V 
In my mind,
I add up all mounting disadvantage, 
To store in my prized bag of tribal grievance,
I am so expert at computation, 
I am no longer conscious of what I do. 
You see, I am victim, 
Innocent, 
But for the tribal designs of others.
VI 
The truth is revealed in broiling ethnic conclave, 
Here, secrets of the heart are safe, 
I bring my hush-hush bliss to the fore, 
To bemoan with relish my miserly pickings, 
Condemn with glee the crumbs I feed on, 
While others hog the national cake. 
&#160;
&#160;
&#160;
Would You? 
Would you wield a panga in Burnt Forest, and cut a stranger down? 
You slashed that man as he pleaded with you for life, 
Instead you led the crowd baying for his blood 
A stranger you did not even know, 
He cowered and cried out, bleating like a lamb 
Innocent of any crime 
Death unwilling to take him, 
He died long and hard, way before his time 
His blood has watered your farm like acid rain, 
How will you live?   
Would you?   
Would you catch a running girl? 
Escaping a church fire in Eldoret? 
Place her roughly on the burning pyre 
A parody of father, tender, laying his baby girl to sleep, on downy bed, 
No lullaby can drown her keening dread, 
Her fear of eternal coming sleep 
Your pitiless face did not soothe 
Now you must be careful for your child,   
Would you? 
Would you seek a loving wife and give her one-hour to leave her home? 
Depart from all she knows and those she loves 
And go where? 
You do not care! 
And you call that an act of charity 
When she pleads with you to kill her then, 
To wield a blunt blade, 
Carve out her heart! 
For all is lost, 
At 59 where does she go to start again? 
You stood resolute 
You did not yield   
Would you?   
Would you turn against your neighbor&#8217;s son? 
The one who lent you salt in halcyon days, 
That same who nursed your wounds and soothed your troubled heart 
And flush that son out of his hiding place 
And hand him over to certain death, 
Ignore beseeching eyes of your neighbor friend 
Who stands too stunned to make a sound? 
Now your own son is done,   
Would you?   
Would you serrate your friend with words of hate? 
Spoken cruel to cause a mortal wound, 
She&#8217;s the one you used to call a chum 
Your careless hatred has sown seeds of harm 
Now you stand alone in fulsome deed?  
Would you? 
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		<title>Recipes for Disaster in Iraq - by Tom Engelhardt and Frida Berrigan</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/03/01/recipes-for-disaster-in-iraq-by-tom-engelhardt-and-frida-berrigan/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 00:38:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cooking up geopolitical crime in Washington D. C. 

from TomDispatch 
&#160;
George Bush&#8217;s Commander-in-Chef Mission Accomplished Baghdad Victory Stew
Ingredients:
3 tablespoons, Iraqi extra virgin oil [no olives]
A &#8220;sea&#8221; of crude oil (and the necessary no-bid contracts to protect it)
Misinformation and disinformation (including Iraqi mushroom [clouds] and 9/11 Saddam [pork] links)
Shock &#8216;n awe-tichoke cruise missiles and B-1 bombers (in quantity)
130,000 American troops [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lake of Heaven excerpt - by Ishimure Michiko</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/27/lake-of-heaven-excerpt-by-ishimure-michiko/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 09:33:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ Community destroyed by dam building in Japan.

Translation by Bruce Allen, and introduction (below the excerpt).
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This section of Lake of Heaven is from Chapter 5, &#8220;Secret Song&#8221;:
Villagers have gathered by the shores of the dam-constructed lake which has submerged their old town, Amazoko. An older woman, Ohina, is helping her daughter Omomo to take over the sacred [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Prison Poetry</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/26/prison-poetry/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 02:46:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Multiple poems and a story, by state of Illinois prisoners.




     Loneliness - by Ryan Kirkpatrick
     Jailhouse New - by Donald McDonald
     The Ballad of a Dead Beat Dad - by Jonathan Bartlett
     The World We Make - by Angel Torres
     A Poem - by a state of Illinois prisoner
     Concrete [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Prestamped - by Cari Carpenter</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/26/prestamped-by-cari-carpenter/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 02:45:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Appalachia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[What may not be mailed to prison.





Prestamped
Another thing
I cannot say&#8211;
squelched before
it makes the page.
My travels&#8211;
literal or otherwise&#8211;
across Time
Space
Imagination
And if I censor
so much
Have I said
anything
at all?
So many things
I cannot send&#8211;
Stamps
Address labels
Postcards&#8211;
What are they
Afraid
I&#8217;ll send?
a piece, prestamped,
of Humanity?
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		<title>6 Poems - by Stephen Derwent Partington</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/24/6-poems-by-stephen-derwent-partington/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:29:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya poems.


Save Our Beloved GDP
Kenya, January 2008
They must not reach the CBD:
its roads are business arteries,
its Mercs are pure red bloodcells.
Their invasion will affect the heart of commerce,
they are parasites.  
They must not block these roads,
these roads are smooth and clean
and neat.
No, they are matted-haired
and tatter-clothed,
their skin is smeared with grease.
No, no, they mustn&#8217;t block [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Moment - by Yvonne A. Owuor</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/24/a-moment-by-yvonne-a-owuor/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:26:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
Yesterday I met a past presidential candidate in a meeting that was trip-tropping, trip-tropping on a bridge looking for a peaceful solution to an unstated problem with Kenya. He was well-oiled, and fat, bleary eyed and bored with the tears of the peace-seekers.
Smarmy.
Good luck he smirked after he heard what the peace keepers [...]]]></description>
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		<title>When the Nakumatts Close - by Wambui Mwangi</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/24/when-the-nakumatts-close-by-wambui-mwangi/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 05:24:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
When the Nakumatts close, you know there is trouble.  Yesterday I was sitting in a Java, sipping some curiously-named drink and doing a melanin-graded assessment of everybody else in the Java.  There we all were, my nice safe middle-class Nairobi, sitting under maroon umbrellas  and admiring our own urban casual chic, dark black [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cartoons - by Stephanie McMillan</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/cartoons-by-stephanie-mcmillan/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/cartoons-by-stephanie-mcmillan/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 03:29:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Against corporate state conquest in Iraq and elsewhere.

Hopeful Alternative

Busy Ignoring You

Next to the Gallows

Cement Shoes

More Than Ten Times

Urgent Situation

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		<title>Unsettled - by Kalundi Serumaga</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/18/unsettled-by-kalundi-serumaga/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/18/unsettled-by-kalundi-serumaga/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 20:57:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
Hitting Without Touching
Poverty is the worst form of violence. At its own worst, it is a form of slow genocide. For an example, take the fact that the vast majority of the Native Americans &#8220;rubbed out&#8221; in the American genocide died (and still die) not from settler bullets, but from poor diets, disease, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Let Kenyans Take the Lead - by Shalini Gidoomal</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/16/let-kenyans-take-the-lead-by-shalini-gidoomal/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/16/let-kenyans-take-the-lead-by-shalini-gidoomal/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 23:55:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
It&#8217;s just over a month since the GSU threw journalists, observers, and anyone else getting in the way, out of Kenyatta International Conference Centre (KICC) in the first step to quickly re-instate Kibaki as President.
In that time, conservative estimates indicate nearly 1000 people have died and over half a million are refugees. Kenya, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>No Laughing Matter - by Judy Kibinge</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/16/no-laughing-matter-by-judy-kibinge/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 23:48:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
Once upon a time &#8230; three university pals in their early twenties formed a comedic trio at the height of President Daniel arap Moi&#8217;s dictatorial reign. Moi ruled supreme to the extent that to imagine his death was declared a crime punishable by death. Political enemies disappeared, or were arrested in the middle [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Unsung Heroes of Kenya - by Mike Eldon</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/16/unsung-heroes-of-kenya-by-mike-eldon/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 23:02:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
I am not going to write about whether PNU or ODM, or both, are the bad guys. And I will not be analysing who won and who lost the election, or even how we should move forward from the sorry state in which we now find ourselves. No, I want to draw attention [...]]]></description>
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		<title>We the Kikuyu - by Potash</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/16/we-the-kikuyu-by-potash/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 07:56:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
When I was young, I wanted it all: the pick-up, the farm, the Godfather hat and the pointed shoes. I wanted the beer, the goat ribs and what in those days was called a Public Opinion- a beer belly. For God&#8217;s sake I even wanted gout, because it bespoke, eating well, conspicuous consumption. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Translated from Kibakizungu - by Wambui Mwangi</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/16/translated-from-kibakizungu-by-wambui-mwangi/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:08:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
We have the most hallucination-inducing leaders - they are surpassingly bad at everything, or extremely good, depending on your point of view.
Kibaki, in effect, has said:
&#8211;Look. We Kikuyus endured twenty-four years of that Kalenjin man&#8217;s rule, and were regularly rigged out. We knew it, and so did you. We, unlike our violent Luo [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Brinkipice of Genocide - by Tony Mochama</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/16/the-brinkipice-of-genocide-by-tony-mochama/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:01:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya fiction, and view (nonfiction). 
THE ROAD TO ELDORET
The scene from his hotel room screen in Nakuru still feels his mind. Let&#8217;s call him Mwangi. He&#8217;s from Muranga, he still drives the Datsun 120 Y that he bought in 1972 when he was a twenty two year old boy, and he&#8217;s got a family in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Obituary of Simiyu Barasa, Written by Himself - by Simiyu Barasa</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/16/the-obituary-of-simiyu-barasa-written-by-himself-by-simiyu-barasa/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 05:16:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
When you find yourself talking with several guests of the morbid situation of your country during the wedding of one of your friends, you quickly realize there is something wrong with your country. When your National broadcasters show men being dragged out of public service vehicles and hacked to death by a mob [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Echoes - by Yvonne A. Owuor</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/echoes-by-yvonne-a-owuor/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/echoes-by-yvonne-a-owuor/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 23:06:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
Three days ago I ‘exercised my democratic right&#8217; and cast my vote.
A vote is a voice, a choice to speak.
And then it was New Year 2008.
Morning Mass at Consolata Church, Westlands.
The thing that has invaded the land, this, layered and ineffable grief wafts even through this hallowed acre. Inside, the pale brown pews [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Blame Kibaki - by Potash</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/i-blame-kibaki-by-potash/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:56:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
On Thursday December 28th, 2007, I voted. I could have been somewhere having a beer, but no, I went out to a polling station and stood in a line waiting to cast my vote.
Yes I voted in Kenya&#8217;s last General Election. I didn&#8217;t vote because I believe in democracy; I didn&#8217;t vote because [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Fire This Time - by Martin Kimani</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/the-fire-this-time-by-martin-kimani/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:53:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
I have just walked through the lobby of the Serena Hotel in Nairobi.  Packs of politicians and their entourages hurry past.  Most have mobile phones into which they whisper urgently pressed to their ears.  They brush shoulders with white men and women lagging large cameras trying to arrange for taxis that will carry [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;I was near to die&#8230;I was dead&#8221; - by Wambui Mwangi</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/i-was-near-to-diei-was-dead-by-wambui-mwangi/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/i-was-near-to-diei-was-dead-by-wambui-mwangi/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
&#8220;I was near to die&#8230;.I was dead.&#8221;
If you&#8217;ve watched CNN in the last twenty-four hours, you will have caught this victim of the post-election violence in Kenya speaking his truth. He was near death: in fact, he had already died. I am not sure why this particular mind-bite should stand out from all the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kengemi&#8217;s Fly On The Wall - by Stanley Gazemba</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/kengemis-fly-on-the-wall-by-stanley-gazemba/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/kengemis-fly-on-the-wall-by-stanley-gazemba/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:45:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
Lodged in between Loresho to the north, Westlands to the east, Lavington across yonder to the south and MountainView, Kangemi is like a wart on the ass of our affluent neighbours. And it is so ripe with putrefaction that a single stroke of the lance will see it spurting all over your face. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>An Open Letter - by Shailja Patel</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/an-open-letter-by-shailja-patel/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 22:41:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
An Open Letter to Samuel Kivuitu, Chair of the Electoral Commission of Kenya
Mr. Kivuitu,
We&#8217;ve never met. It&#8217;s unlikely we ever will. But, like every other Kenyan, I will remember you for the rest of my life. The nausea I feel at the mention of your name may recede. The bitterness and grief will [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons Learnt - by Doreen Baingana</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/lessons-learnt-by-doreen-baingana/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/lessons-learnt-by-doreen-baingana/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 05:18:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view.
Like many Ugandans, I have watched recent events unfold in Kenya in shock, but also with vague discomfort because of the familiarity, to us, of the images of violence, especially that unleashed by the police and army on fellow citizens.  We Ugandans, unfortunately, are also too familiar with the mockery our leaders make [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Marbles and Ballot Boxes - by Dayo Forster</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/marbles-and-ballot-boxes-by-dayo-forster/</link>
		<comments>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/marbles-and-ballot-boxes-by-dayo-forster/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 05:09:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya view. 
I come from a quaint little country [The Gambia] where, because illiteracy rates are high, we vote with marbles. The candidates&#8217; faces are plastered on the sides of the ballot boxes, and a special tube, a mini marble run really, winds its way in, allowing each marble to drop in with a solid thunk [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Tribute to the Man in Black - by Vivek Mehta</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/a-tribute-to-the-man-in-black-by-vivek-mehta/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 01:10:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ Focus: Kenya poem. 
 
A Tribute to the Man in Black

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This is a tribute to the &#8221;Man In Black T Shirt&#8221;
 
His name we may or may not know 
But that&#8217;s how he was referred to by the KTN Television network 
The date was Wednesday 16th January 2008 
I spent an hour sitting alone last night replaying the KTN clip in my mind 
Did you see it?
 
The Man in Black was dancing in Nyanza, Kenya - was it in Kisumu?
 
He was Dancing and also Protesting with his friends 
He was exercising one of his basic Human Rights - The Right to Free Speech and Assembly 
He had no stone to hurl and no panga in his hand to hurt 
He was just Dancing and Protesting 
He was not looting either 
Just Dancing and Protesting 
Then came the grand finale 
He was running away&#8230; he was not fighting 
He was not dancing or protesting either 
The Man in Green was only a few feet away 
Two rapid shots from an automatic rifle 
and the dance was over &#8230;.
 
The Man in Black lay on the floor together with his friend 
He tried to get up one more time - he was only dancing!!
 
But the shot had done its job 
As he tumbled down yet again the brute in Green had to kick him 
Probably to kick the Man in Black&#8217;s last breath out 
That was the sudden end to the Dance 
Farewell Man in Black - a friend I never got to meet 
A friend who gave up his life for Kenyans&#8217; freedom 
As I sat I realized that The Man in Black was probably a ‘poor man&#8217; 
No riches and no bank account either to his name 
All I can offer his Soul are my Prayers for His Soul&#8217;s Peaceful Journey 
And May My Prayers and those of Many Others enrich your Soul 
And May that Enrichment of your Soul be our reward and thanks for your Sacrifice 
May that Enrichment Power your Journey 
And your Soul be Blessed with Riches not seen 
I take Solace in that the Nature of the Soul is 
WEAPONS CUT IT NOT, FIRE BURNS IT NOT, WATER WETS IT NOT, WIND DRIES IT NOT 
After this thought propped up in my Being 
Yet another Powerful thought Burst thru 
This was the one that surprised me, my friend 
May the World of Justice Notice this Brutal Crime against Humanity 
In the Meantime May Peace and Justice Prevail in Kenya 
When will we see sense in this beautiful Land and Country called Kenya?
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Jan 17th 2008, Mombasa
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		<title>Praise Poem - by Stephen Derwent Partington</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/14/praise-poem-by-stephen-derwent-partington/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 19:15:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Focus: Kenya poem. 

Praise Poem
Kenya, January 2008
We praise the man who,
though he held the match between
his finger and his thumb,
beheld the terror of its tiny drop of phosphorous,
its brown and globoid smoothness
like a charred and tiny skull
and so returned it to its box.
So too, we hail the youth who,
though he took his panga on the march,
perceived [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Girl in the Rain - by Shabnam Nadiya</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/12/girl-in-the-rain-by-shabnam-nadiya/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 07:25:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Life went on for all of us. We felt so good and holy about ourselves; there was something so sacred in our magnanimity.&#8221;

When Zinnia moved to our campus she was the classic new kid in town. Our gang was about nine or ten years old, and had known each other from almost the day we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cartoons - by Carol Simpson</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/08/88/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 20:30:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Life in Corporate Utopia.
 
Why We Fight
 
Corporate Culture







Mine Safety

Immigrant Workers







Six Income Family







Childcare Workers







Rotten Wages







Why a Union?
 
Grim Reaper
 
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		<title>Interrogation - by Mahmud Rahman</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/07/interrogation-by-mahmud-rahman/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 14:26:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Revolutionary struggle and counterrevolutionary oppression in Bangladesh.

The boys are processed through my station here on the banks of the Jamuna.
They think they are so smart. They try to rob a bank. To raise money for the struggle, they say. Or they attempt to snatch a policeman&#8217;s rifle. To collect weapons for their people&#8217;s army, they [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Message From The American Corporate Plutocracy - by Paul Street</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/05/a-message-from-the-american-corporate-plutocracy-by-paul-street/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 14:53:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sing and dance that plutocratic tune - American Corporate Idol for President.
 
I could swear this happened last night (I am writing on the morning of Thursday, January 31st), but it may be my addled, anxious, and overworked mind playing tricks on me.
I was watching &#8220;American Idol&#8221; and trying to balance my checkbook.
I was thinking I should [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ode to Man and War&#8217;s End - by Kim Jensen</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/04/ode-to-man-and-wars-end-by-kim-jensen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 20:16:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Facing the need to liberate.
 
Ode to Man
Mankind - selfish past all measure. Mankind&#8217;s greed knows no limit (and I am part of this.) I did not walk away from Omelas. I knew that people went hungry. I knew that people suffered debilitating diseases. I knew that people were dying of loneliness. And I did so little.
Mankind [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nigerian Freedom Fighters and Zapatista - by Kim Alphandary</title>
		<link>http://liblit.wordpress.com/2008/02/01/nigerian-freedom-fighters-and-zapatista-by-kim-alphandary/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 18:39:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[
Revolution drawn in charcoal.

&#160;
Drawings and commentary by Kim Alphandary
&#160;
Nigerian Freedom Fighters
   
 12/21/2006, NIGERIA, Movement for Emancipation of the Niger Delta (MEND), demands $1.5 billion in compensation from Royal Dutch Shell for environmental pollution, and asking for a greater share of government oil revenues.
The situation in the Niger Delta dates back to Nigeria&#8217;s pre-independent colonial days when [...]]]></description>
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