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	<title>Comments on: machine music</title>
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		<title>By: Editor</title>
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		<author>Editor</author>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 23:51:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Richard Taylor is an extraordinary Auckland Poet.  I first heard him at Poetry Live about 12 years ago.  Twice I can vividly recall him reciting THE RED.  Last time was over five years ago, and it still is rattling about up there.  You know, when you hear something and it stays there, colouring in the backdrop of daily existence.  

The reviews on the back of his classic work Singing in the Slaughterhouse say it:

&lt;i&gt;With such lyrically lyrical lyricism as S=klogW, "Poetry" is redefined.&lt;/i&gt; - JW Boltzman</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Richard Taylor is an extraordinary Auckland Poet.  I first heard him at Poetry Live about 12 years ago.  Twice I can vividly recall him reciting THE RED.  Last time was over five years ago, and it still is rattling about up there.  You know, when you hear something and it stays there, colouring in the backdrop of daily existence.  </p>
<p>The reviews on the back of his classic work Singing in the Slaughterhouse say it:</p>
<p><i>With such lyrically lyrical lyricism as S=klogW, &#8220;Poetry&#8221; is redefined.</i> - JW Boltzman</p>
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