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	<title>The Beat</title>
	
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	<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 07:49:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Load the Guns</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 07:46:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sean McGahey</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://the-beat.co.uk/?p=821</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[This is more than just another new offbeat generation &#8220;reinvigorating contemporary poetry&#8221; book from Joe Ridgwell. This is for the developing illicit offbeat generation. If you&#8217;re reading this then you NEED this book!
http://www.blackheathbooks.org.uk/37.html
The BBC dared to ask if today&#8217;s poets affect social change, test the boundaries of form and take poetry forward with the times&#8230;.YES THEY BLOODY [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A River to Take With You</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 07:10:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Zack Wilson</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://the-beat.co.uk/?p=815</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[A review of ‘Shellfish &#38; Umbrellas’ by Steven J Porter
 
Water colour snapshots of Scotland and Spain, echoes of mountains and cranes, mist, rivers, women and tired mornings, “a tongue that moves in Spanish, even hesitant Catlan” - a first reading of this excellent chapbook of poems by Steven Porter, a Scotsman in voluntary exile in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Eye of the New Century</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 15:03:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Clare Fisher</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://the-beat.co.uk/?p=813</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Hello there, I’d like a confession please. 
 
Pardon? No… I’d like to make a confession. 
 
The last time? Oh – when I was a boy. I’ve been so dedicated to my work since then, that I’ve not had the time. 
 
That’s what’s been bothering me, you see – my work. Well, I say work; ‘calling’ [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On the way to work</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ben Ashwell</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://the-beat.co.uk/?p=811</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sunshine dances in flecks from the Thames,
shining on bare chests and red faces
as the perfume of roll-ups and sweet canned cider
floats from a beer garden nearby
At the bus stop, way past the river where
the sun doesn’t reach,
a man’s hunched silently like
a cold foetus next to the Job Centre but I
walk on
            because I lose my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Clean Sheets and a View of the Hudson</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 14:47:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ewan Morrison</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://the-beat.co.uk/?p=809</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[‘I can’t believe we’re doing this for real,’ she said.

He didn’t want her to change her mind so he changed the subject. ‘Did you buy something special for the occasion?’ He gently ran the back of his hand over her thigh, searching for the line of her garter belt. She looked up at the taxi [...]]]></description>
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		<title>PYGMY ~ Chuck Palahniuk</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 11:52:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sean McGahey</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://the-beat.co.uk/?p=806</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[‘Our generation has found its Don DeLillo’ ~ Bret Easton Ellis
The boldest, most ambitious novel since Fight Club.  
Agent Number 67, nicknamed Pygmy for his diminutive size, arrives in the United States from his totalitarian homeland (a mash-up of North Korea, Cuba, Communist-era China, and Nazi-era Germany), as an &#8220;exchange student&#8221; into the welcoming arms [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Interview: U.V. Ray</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 08:33:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sean McGahey</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://the-beat.co.uk/?p=799</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[If I weren’t talking to you right now I’d be …
 
Stuffing a snooker ball in John Cooper Clarke’s mouth and gaffer-taping it shut so he can’t spout any more of his dribblings. Poetically speaking I rank him alongside Pam Ayers. The poetry is the same hotch-potch of puerile observations arranged in a series of plodding, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I’m Over You Like Clockwork</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 11:41:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>P.A.Levy</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://the-beat.co.uk/?p=797</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In the dankness of the cellar
where the dust isn’t rude but there to be expected,
I’d uncovered a battered brown suitcase
a treasure chest of short trousered memories.
Inside was a clockwork train set that Beecham
would have axed because the track went in a circle;
never went there but always came back.
A Meccano set, thrown into a scrapyard box
of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pretty Damn Good</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 11:30:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ananda Osel</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://the-beat.co.uk/?p=795</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[2 young females sit on my
front right and talk in a
soft yet urgent tone,
probably about
their love life.
to my direct left is a couple
who stare continually into
each other’s eyes and
laugh about everything,
and nothing at all.
the vietnamese cooks are behind
me chattering loudly.
i cannot understand vietnamese
so i tune them right out;
like they were the
souls of my lost
loves.
others are [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Written in the Stars</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 11:23:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Max Dunbar</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://the-beat.co.uk/?p=793</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Some Piscean or Taurian took his coat and Patrick was so fired up and nervous that he actually thanked the guy. Reflexively he glanced about the room to see if anyone had noticed. Mark Roche, his best friend, who noticed everything, was grinning at him from the door. 
            ‘The soldier who is not scared [...]]]></description>
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