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Untagged  15 Aug 2010
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Judge Revokes USDA Approval Of Monsanto's Genetically Modified Sugar Beets by Burt Chojnowski Comment (0)

From the Huntington Post, by Michael Liedtke - 8/14/10

 Judge Revokes USDA Approval Of Monsanto's Genetically Modified Sugar Beets, Orders Review

SAN FRANCISCO — A federal judge has revoked the government's approval of genetically altered sugar beets until regulators complete a more thorough review of how the scientifically engineered crops affect other food.

The ruling by U.S. District Judge

Untagged  6 Aug 2010
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Helene Cardona by Rustin Larson Comment (0)

I recently had the pleasure of interviewing Helene Cardona for my KRUU radio show, Irving Toast, Poetry Ghost. Not only is Helene a fine poet, you've also seen her on-screen in popular movies like CHOCOLAT. Tune in Sunday, August 22nd at 10:30 am to KRUU-LP, 100.1 FM to hear this fascinating interview or listen on the web at http://kruufm.com.

 

A citizen of the United States, France and Spain,

Untagged  27 Jul 2010
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A Blog about Poetry by Rustin Larson Comment (0)

What else? You've heard me say how fantastic the poems of William Kemmett are. Let's take a look inside the cover of his new book, Black Oil. I'm sure you'll agree with me, this is not your father's Oldsmobile.


The opening poem is a surrealist knock-out. And it's called:

The Bible Salesman

She had a spider
With a genus too complicated
To remember: Amazonia something
Or other. It was as large
As a

Untagged  1 Jul 2010
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A Disappearance in Greece by Rustin Larson Comment (0)

I am co-author of a poem cycle called, "Disappearance in Greece." The cycle runs 14 pages. My fellow co-authors are Kirpal Gordon, Ernest Kroll and Carl Conover, all very good poets. We have never met each other. We never intended to co-author a poem cycle. The grouping of our poems is merely a typographical perception, and, apparently, accidental and not editorial. If you access EBSCO Host

Untagged  15 Jun 2010
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A Concentration of Daylight by Rustin Larson Comment (0)
I. The Freak Circus

The freak circus is in town. Fairchild street, February 1974,
up the ice-patched, sloping walk and up the front steps into
the cobwebby and dirty entryway full of spooky old denim jackets
and jeans scattered every which way. The crooked staircase

up to the landing. And behold: tall Alfred Wain, leers over
the bannister. He throws his maniac's laugh.
"Well, well, what do we