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	<title>Comments on: Cloudcuckooland</title>
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		<title>By: Adrian Toll</title>
		<link>http://blog.lovehowlmuse.com/2008/10/27/cloudcuckooland/#comment-22</link>
		<dc:creator>Adrian Toll</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 17:41:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There are some beautiful pieces of Inuit throat singing and vocal games, including imitations of the cries of geese, here: http://www.ubu.com/ethno/soundings/inuit.html</description>
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		<title>By: Lelyn R. Masters</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lelyn R. Masters</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 17:27:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I see the birds.  I know that land is near.  There on the horizon where brave Prometheus, bearer of fire, lies chained.  There where birds peck his entrails.  I know that his pain is soon at an end.  The sunset fills my mind.  My ship is strong and swift.  When I leave this ship I will take the form of a bird.  Liberty, liberty!  And then I will soar.



With all due deference to Jim Morrison:  I’ve always been a word man, my word is bird, man.



I&#039;ve come home to my Rapa Nui.  Memphis.  I need to start making reservations at SXSW 09.



Because Rapa Nui is one of very few landfalls in the world’s largest ocean, during the winter months, large numbers of sea-birds in great numbers visit the island to lay their eggs and raise their young.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I see the birds.  I know that land is near.  There on the horizon where brave Prometheus, bearer of fire, lies chained.  There where birds peck his entrails.  I know that his pain is soon at an end.  The sunset fills my mind.  My ship is strong and swift.  When I leave this ship I will take the form of a bird.  Liberty, liberty!  And then I will soar.</p>
<p>With all due deference to Jim Morrison:  I’ve always been a word man, my word is bird, man.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve come home to my Rapa Nui.  Memphis.  I need to start making reservations at SXSW 09.</p>
<p>Because Rapa Nui is one of very few landfalls in the world’s largest ocean, during the winter months, large numbers of sea-birds in great numbers visit the island to lay their eggs and raise their young.</p>
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