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Hadara Bar-Nadav is the author of Lullaby (with Exit Sign), awarded the Saturnalia Books Poetry Prize; The Frame Called Ruin, Runner Up for the Green Rose Prize from New Issues; and A Glass of Milk to Kiss Goodnight, awarded the Margie Book Prize. Her chapbook, Show Me Yours, was awarded the 2009 Midwest Poets Series Award. She is also co-author of the best-selling textbook Writing Poems, 8th Edition. Recent awards include fellowships from the Vermont Studio Center and the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. Hadara is currently Associate Professor of English at the University of Missouri-Kansas City.

This interview with Hadara Bar-Nadav about Lullaby (with Exit Sign) and The Frame Called Ruin was conducted during the summer of 2013 by five poets: Jim Davis, Dan Fliegel, Adam Lizakowski, Anthony Opal, and C. Russell Price.

Q:Many of the pieces in Lullaby (with Exit Sign) are prose poems. Could you discuss your process regarding prose poems? For instance, do you consciously set out to write a poem without line breaks, or do you take a draft and then "stretch" it into the prose form--or both of these? Furthermore, what do you believe is lost, gained, or changed by writing and/or reading a poem that is in a prose format, specifically with the elimination of the "poetic line"/line break? Finally, many of your prose poems make use of many sentence fragments, such as, for example, in "To Ache Is Human," where your write, among others lines, "The nerve in nervous, in sever and serve." How do you use fragments to affect the rhythm or caesura in your prose poems?

The poems in Lullaby (with Exit Sign) are largely elegiac. I don't know that I initially decided to write a manuscript of prose poems. The weight of grief just leveled me, and leveled the poems in terms of form. Once I started to write a few of the Dickinson-inspired prose poems, I discovered I had a form to lean on, and this helped me as I navigated the writing of these (often difficult) elegies.

I don't think anything is lost in writing prose poems, except for, obviously, the line break. But the line break could be said to be "ghosted" in other ways; pauses become suggested through syntax and sound. The hard syntax and sound of the prose poems in Lullaby would have been too obvious, in my mind, broken into lines with neat end-rhymes. Nothing is neat about grief. It is messy and consuming, coming from all sides at once. The syntax and sound was thereby cast in tension against its form, which was a formal way of creating even more tension.

The way I use fragments is probably specific to each poem--each soundscape that arose as I was writing each poem. But I was very aware that many of these poems would need fragments--language at the breaking (or already broken) point. Many of these poems felt ripped through my teeth. I didn't necessarily want to write them (just as I didn't want my father to be dead). But I also knew I had to write them, for my family, for myself, and most importantly for other people, those readers who have suffered grief and loss. The poems helped me overcome the smothering silences that often surround grief. Ask someone whose family was killed in the Holocaust what silence is--large as an ocean, as the sky.




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The question is why these people -how were they chosen? Michelle Grabner is at least understandable, a sturdy if somewhat limited painter, and more notably an art world operator both here and abroad extraordinaire, she has inadvertently demonstrated via her multifaceted ' art career' the de Kooning dictum 'isn't it amazing how much you can do with so little". The problem I have with Michelle -whom I personally like, is, that aside from the fact she has a history here of championing really bad painting with a focus on aping what is internationally 'hot', is what a partisan power broker she has always been, bringing to Chicago via Suburban/ Poor Farm a steady stream of trending international fare -while presenting from here a rather narrow, myopic, self serving polemic as to what has currency, recently from the very painting department she heads. (think Reeder /Zukerman exhibitions at the MCA -which had her fingerprints all over both of them) Unfortunately, the middle brow academic abstraction in various guises she supports -from colorfield bland to dorm art quality histrionics has been played as if it were the only game in town (think Grabner, Ledgerwood, Gerber, Reeder). While coincidentally, (or not !) over the course of almost two decades of this dynamic, of a small circle of people, institutionally supported, holding sway here, interest in Chicago art -painting in particular- has not surprisingly plummeted at the international level. So, now along with ethical considerations of an artist curating her friends into a big show, comes the distinct possibility that the art world is going to experience the tedium of mediocrity, the tepid de-skill that has hung around the neck of the Chicago art world (and everywhere else) like a putrefying albatross for years at the Whitney. In other words, NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS! That there exists the potential of a show featuring some really bad crap may even be, the desired goal given the idiotic/imbecilic art world of today Michelle is such a purveyor of. Still, I am going to hope for the moment she transcends her milieu, and surprises me. Showing first of all more painting, and while rising to the occasion, confounds her friends while delighting her foes in a demonstration of shocking integrity showing not the usual suspects who she has championed in the past, but rather what is actually skilled, particular , original and fierce from here. Anthony Elms, that, is far more problematic, and nothing less than Kafkaesque: the inexorable creep forward of a petty bureaucrat... why this guy, this career mired in mediocrity at every turn? From failed artist to silly projects to reams of mediocre art writing,) going from an entry level position at Gallery 400 to another entry level assignment at the very small Institute of Contemporary Art Philadelphia. Its difficult to imagine they couldn't have done better. As for the film gentleman, echoing Werner Herzog's sentiments concerning his own participation in the last biennial, why is it other disciplines feel the need to invade the small realm of visual art? Last time I checked there were plenty of venues for any kind or type of effort in that particular medium.



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Susan Slaviero's full-length collection of poetry, CYBORGIA, is available from Mayapple Press. Recent chapbooks include A Wicked Apple (Hyacinth Girl Press), Selections from The Murder Book (Winner of Ghost Ocean Magazine's 2011 Chapbook Contest), and Apocrypha (Dancing Girl Press). Her work has appeared in journals Fourteen Hills, Rhino, Oyez Review, Artifice Magazine, PANK and elsewhere. Susan has a BA in English/Professional & Creative Writing from Lewis University. She moonlights as a literary editor for blossombones and as a performer with the Chicago Poetry Bordello.

THE NOIR WIFE

She's smackleg, gunbody brilliant.
She knows how to pin a man with her
tailbone, pen him nitrogen-blind
like a block of dry ice. She's
Lauren Bacall with a cigarette
stuck to her gums, lipstick
smeared on her pretty
cupid's bow. Glasslights



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Lynne Thompson's Beg No Pardon won the Perugia Press First Book Award and the Great Lakes Colleges New Writers Award. A Pushcart Prize nominee, Thompson was recently commissioned to write a poem to celebrate the installation of Alison Saar's statue of Harriet Tubman at her alma mater, Scripps College, and she has received residences from the SLS Summer Literary Seminars and the Vermont Studio Center. Recent work has appeared in Sou'Wester, Solo Novo, Ploughshares and the 2010 anthology New Poets of the American West. The December 2012 issue of the journal Spillway will be her first as Review & Essay Editor of that publication.

FEAR OF THE BIT

First came a thought of pronouns, under-
pants, tin. Next, she noticed her parents
feared evolution and abstract paintings.
They taught her to fear one-liners, drywall,
and the entire state of Georgia. She taught
herself to fear receptacles, sportscasters,
corkscrews, and the number nine. While
others admit to a fear of interbreeding
and nomads, a clan of wild gypsies fears
Big Ben. Some Christians own up to a fear



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Ryan Walsh grew up in West Virginia and is author of The Sinks (winner of the 2010 Mississippi Valley Poetry Chapbook Contest). His poems have appeared in EcotoneFIELDGreen Mountains ReviewNarrative, among others, and he serves on the editorial board of Q Ave Press, makers of handmade poetry chapbooks. He has degrees from Warren Wilson College and the University of Wisconsin-Madison and taught for several years at the University of Michigan-Ann Arbor. A scholarship recipient from the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference and finalist for a Ruth Lilly Poetry Fellowship in 2011, he currently works at the Vermont Studio Center and lives in Johnson, VT.

SAM'S GAP, TN/NC

You must be born again.
First clouds, then rain,
then evaporation's cool hand
lifting. The horizon we see
is the horizon. Tracings
of hawk. Eyeful
of mountain like
the body of the beloved
in repose. You cannot
go home again.





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Matthew Guenette is the author of two books. His most recent poetry collection is American Busboy (University of Akron Press, 2011), a book inspired by his years busing tables at a vast warehouse of a seafood restaurant where the food was mostly fried and always served on disposable dinnerware. His first book, Sudden Anthem (Dream Horse Press, 2008), won the 2007 American Poetry Journal Book Prize. He has been awarded residencies for the Hessen-Wisconsin Literary Fellowship and the Vermont Studio Center. His poems appeared in Another Chicago Magazine, Barn Owl Review, DIAGRAM, Indiana Review, and numerous others. He lives and works Madison, Wisconsin.

—PROLOGUE—
           for Josh Bell

When we failed to steal lobsters
from a rival's tank
they made us eat
fistfuls of tartar sauce.

Busing tables
is a form of worship—
The managers would be screaming—
BUSING TABLES

IS A FORM OF WORSHIP!
until we became abstract compositions,
shocked into prepping
the Golden-Brown Traps




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Jocelyn Casey-Whiteman is author of Lure (Poetry Society of America, 2010). Her poems have appeared in journals such as Boston Review, DIAGRAM, and elsewhere, and she's received grants from the Vermont Studio Center and The Association of Writers & Writing Programs. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing at Columbia University. She writes and teaches yoga in New York City.

Belladonna

In the first grade I kissed my best friend on her cheek
And said yes

When an older boy asked if we were in love
Because we were.

When I am alone too much
I feel crazy like the fixed eye of a rooster.

Maybe I've just loved the wrong sort.




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Nikky Finney was born in South Carolina, within listening distance of the sea. A child of activists, she came of age during the civil rights and Black Arts Movements. At Talladega College, nurtured by Hale Woodruff's Amistad murals, Finney began to understand the powerful synergy between art and history. Finney has authored four books of poetry: Head Off & Split (2011); The World Is Round (2003); Rice (1995); and On Wings Made of Gauze (1985). Professor of English and creative writing at the University of Kentucky, Finney also authored Heartwood (1997) edited The Ringing Ear: Black Poets Lean South (2007), and co-founded the Affrilachian Poets. Finney's fourth book of poetry, Head Off & Split was awarded the 2011 National Book Award for poetry.

This interview with Nikky Finney about Head Off & Split was conducted during the summer of 2012 by five poets: Aaron Delee, Dan Fliegel, Dane Hamann, Anthony Opal, and C. Russell Price.

Q: As I was reading your collection of poems in Head Off & Split, I was struck by the image and sensation of bodies in motion. There was, of course, the motions of workers and customers at the fishmonger's market and dancers at the wedding, but there were also many instances of the act of running. These can be found in the Condoleezza poems, the poems mentioning Olympians Wilma Rudolph and Jesse Owens, in an epigraph to a poem, as well as many other examples of the narrator or other people running. Can you please address why running figures so strongly in many of these poems?

Nikky Finney: What a wonderful close observation. I've never been asked this before. I've never thought about this before. This is what I know. I have always paid very close attention to the human body. When I was a girl my mother would always say to me, "Don't be rude. Stop staring." But I couldn't help myself. I stared at people everywhere. Walking. Running. On bicycles. Leaning at the bus stop. Dancing. Preaching. I love the human body. I love how it works. I stare even when it doesn't work so well. It's beautiful then too. I love how the bones and muscles reset and work in new ways when it has to. I remember my first ever anatomy class in college and how I couldn't put my anatomy book down. On this very day there is a hardback Gray's Anatomy on my writing desk. Running is one of the most beautiful acts the body can achieve. I have no idea why so many people in this book are running. I can only tell you this: nothing is more beautiful than to see the human body this close to flight.




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Heather June Gibbons was born in Utah and grew up on an island in Washington State. She has been the recipient of a 2012 Fellowship from the Vermont Studio Center, a Pavel Strut Poetry Fellowship from the Prague Summer Program, a Agha Shahid Ali Scholarship from the Fine Arts Work Center, and a university prize from the Academy of American Poets. Her chapbook, Flyover, was published by Q Ave Press in 2012. Her poems have appeared widely in journals such as Gulf Coast, The Southeast Review, The Cincinnati Review, Indiana Review, Blackbird, New Ohio Review, and Drunken Boat. She was residing in Indiana and teaching creative writing and literature at Purdue University, but recently relocated to California where she will be teaching at San Francisco State University.

FOLK SONG

Since they detangled the wires under my hair
and took out the bad parts, not even the bending
of light saddens me. I see a family glisten on the bay
in a white sailboat and perch awhile, invisible,
eavesdropping on their inner-peace. A bluefin tuna
blurs by, an immense iridescence with an under-bite.
My mouth is wired to a trigger point on the sole
of my right foot. Press it and I say the funniest things.
Hiss-hiss go the dog-faced snakes in the vault, here kitty-kitty
goes the little engine that could. When I say she snapped,
I mean she danced like a suspension bridge
in an earthquake, fell into the strait, felt her neck give,



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BRIAN BARKER is the author of The Black Ocean (Southern Illinois University Press, 2011), winner of the Crab Orchard Open Competition, and of The Animal Gospels (Tupelo Press, 2006), winner of the Tupelo Press Editor's Prize. His awards include an Academy of American Poets Prize and the 2009 Campbell Corner Poetry Prize. He has earned degrees in Creative Writing and Literature from Virginia Commonwealth University, George Mason University, and the University of Houston. He is married to the poet Nicky Beer and teaches at the University of Colorado Denver, where he co-edits Copper Nickel. Read excerpts here and here.

This interview with Brian Barker about The Black Ocean was conducted during the summer of 2012 by five poets: Aaron Delee, Dan Fliegel, Dane Hamann, Anthony Opal, and C. Russell Price.

Q: In your book The Black Ocean, the opening poem "Dragging Canoe Vanishes from the Bear Pit into the Endless Clucking of the Gods" varies widely in line and form. How did this come about, and what were your intentions?

Brian Barker: This type of long poem in varied sections is a poem that I learned how to write from reading the work of Larry Levis. There are three such long poems in my first book, The Animal Gospels, and it felt like the right form for such a large subject matter--the genocide of the Cherokee people--that spanned hundreds of years. In a sectioned poem like this one, the white space allows you to shift gears, to move in time between sections, for example, or to switch points-of-view, or to slide between the lyric and narrative modes. When dealing with large subject matter, this method gives you the opportunity to layer images and to circle the subject matter, to try to get at it from different angles and bring complexity to the poem. Also, as a writer, I just find such shifts in style fun and challenging, and, pragmatically, a way to create texture that keeps a long poem like this lively and from becoming too dense and boring.




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Dean Rader is professor of English at the University of San Francisco where he held the National Endowment for the Humanities Chair. Rader's debut poetry collection, Works and Days won the 2010 T. S. Eliot Prize judged by Claudia Keelan (Truman State University Press, 2010). He has published widely in the fields of poetry, literary studies, American Indian studies, and visual and popular culture. He regularly contributes op-eds and book reviews to San Francisco Chronicle and blogs at The Weekly Rader, SemiObama and 52 Gavins. Read excerpts here and here.

This interview with Dean Rader about his poetry book Works and Days was conducted during the spring of 2011 by eight poets: Danielle Burhop, Aaron Delee, Dane Hamann, Sarah Jenkins, Anthony Opal, Christine Pacyk, C. Russell Price, and Lana Rakhman.

Q: When I first picked up your collection, before reading any of the poems, I made the connection between your title and Hesiod. In what ways did Hesiod's largely agrarian poetry influence this collection?

Dean Rader: I grew up in a farm town in Western Oklahoma. In fact, up until a couple of years ago, we still had a family farm, though neither my parents nor I worked the farm. But my grandfather did, as did his brother and, of course, their parents. Most of the economy in Western Oklahoma is farm-based, so I grew up smack dab in the middle of the culture, the patterns, and the values of farming. I was always very intrigued by Hesiod's Works & Days. It's a zany text. Rambly and a bit crazy. But, I loved how Hesiod's poem articulated this deep connection between farming, duty, and the divine. It was a trinity I related to on a profound level.




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Beth Bachmann's first book, Temper, was selected by Lynn Emanuel as winner of the AWP Award Series 2008 Donald Hall Prize in Poetry and won the 2010 Kate Tufts Discovery Award. Her new manuscript recently won the Poetry Society of America's Alice Fay Di Castagnola Award. Read an excerpt here.

This interview with Beth Bachmann about her poetry book Temper was conducted during the spring of 2011 by eight poets: Danielle Burhop, Aaron Delee, Dane Hamann, Sarah Jenkins, Anthony Opal, Christine Pacyk, C. Russell Price, and Lana Rakhman.

Q: Many of the poems in the book feel restrained, in their messages and by the form (or in their lengths); you're always edging onto something, but cut away from it quickly. So, much of the book reads in what is not being said, rather than what is stated; the confusion, the mystery surrounding its central drama. Is there a particular reason you chose this route over lengthier and expository poetry?

Beth Bachmann:I love the short lyric form: Dickinson, Rilke, The Book of Odes. I have a strong appreciation of silence. And in a poem, of staged space.




Weird Al and me

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Simone Muench micro-interviewed by Daniel Handler

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Studio Amidst the Fascists

"All within the state, nothing outside the state, nothing against the state." -Benito Mussolini

"When in Rome, don't do as the Romans do." -The Shark

It is an interesting view here in Chicago, to say the least, watching the mob of post grad mini Pol Pots, the levelers, the everything is equalizers attempt to in essence, stage a coup with nothing! In fact the latest ploy of these revisionist is to do away with the object all together -that way we can all hang on the same level killing field -with of course them being first among equals....will this same tired Marxist junk forever rear its ugly head?



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UMURBROGOL

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CHICKEN WING

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I hate to admit it, cranky as I am, as much as I did not want to like it, I have experienced a marvelous new contemporary space here in Chicago. A space that with an economy of means, employing the most modest of building materials, with a sense of purpose and an adherence to that purpose conflated in its vision, is simply dazzling. As you wander through the spacious produce section, or stop for a nosh at any one of the fabulous food islands,



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The Slave Market..... Jean-Leon Gerome



What!? You think bloody body parts floating in pools of blood, bobbing about, detritus, stirred by my five foot dorsal fin is a spooky sight? .........wooooOOOooooOOOOOOO!!......... Hah!..... You ain't seen nuthin' yet...!......just wait until this weekend at The Merchandise Mart. You want a horror show! -just keep telling yourself as you stroll from one b gallery nightmare to another, to remember what your therapist told you: 'this isn't really happening to me,' 'stay calm!,'' I'm going to my happy place now...'

I hate it when I'm wrong! Barreling up from the deep, ready to chomp the head off some innocent little baby seal -only to find out I've just latched on to the leg of some mangy surfer dude (quit crying for mommy! I didn't mean to take your leg off!...oops I just chipped a tooth!) or worse yet some pelagic researcher's towed rubber seal dummy (-who wants to have tire mouth?!) and to what end? so I can end up on some low-rent, 'man is the real predator, now that we said it don't we feel good?' piece of pulp on Shark Week?......So, imagine the extent of my mortification when Tony Fitz (the whale shark) patrick proves me wrong about...anything! (an exceedingly rare occurrence) But, in this one isolated incident, he has. Three years ago, after a meeting with the Mart/Art Fair people that included Tony, Paul Klein and myself, Tony walked away saying 'I'm done'.....and he was, and he was right. 'These people weren't going to really treat or think of artists in any way other than commodities, indentured servants, serfs' - and they, haven't. Tony went on to say, this isn't about art or an art fair, this is about political ambition and low and behold......read the political pages of The Chicago Sun-Times in the last few days? Read the list of people on the host committee, or the middlemen/ panelists for ancillary events for this years fair? Lots of players, very few artists. Lots of art world bureaucracy, played out and washed up, manning a decaying, and decadent, outmoded system and a failed scene -and by this I mean the infrastructural end of the Chicago Art World.....

With all the money under one roof, whats is there to complain about you ask? Well for one thing, if we are discussing Chicago money -lets face it, its never been supportive of the Chicago art world. Institutions have been built here true, and mostly to house imported fare -whether we are discussing a French Impressionist Painting or a trendy piece of garbage 'painted' by Karen Kilimnick, the conceit persists and insists that what comes from elsewhere is by the very nature of its geographical origins, superior.




Stopping Old Bullets

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This particular drawing (Tiger Burning In The Sun) is the opening salvo so to speak -of a new series of drawings I have just put up at wesleykimlerstudio.com

(click on drawing to enlarge)




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Recently, there has been much 'spin', noise and chatter, -emanating from that particular bastion of the specious and the trite (think 'Ren', think 'theory's bitch' Claudine Ise', think gatekeepers losing their grip) about abstraction, representation, the decline of abstract expressionism, the misused term 'Imagism', who is who, what is what, and who has done what in terms of Chicago painting -where these specific conceits come in to play-

My only question then, would be my favorite one: what is the nature of legitimate authority? what makes something true?

The url to my new website: wesleykimlerstudio.com



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You laugh! But you shouldn't! or, wouldn't, if, that dorsal fin was attached to, say me for instance, and you were climbing the stairway to the business end of carcharodon carcharias (the ultimate in evolutionary epicurean elegance ) rather than this embodiment of all that is ultimately dysfunctional when it comes to the Chicago art world.




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So much to say, so little time, coming in the next weeks from the Supreme Dictator For Life- that would be me, The Shark himself,...several things that I will be circling around here in some brand spanking new, pools of blood!....






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A Brush With Death, Anatomy of a Shark Bite!

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Consider The Shark Attack.....


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Most of the time when a human encounters a great white shark, it's hunting something;



We Are Not Here To Hurt You

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Meeting The Press

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Small Consolation From The Big Fish

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I was worried this would happen -where everyone would be overly self concious and sensitive about posting their photos, intimidated by me! - I know, and sympathize, sometimes I'm amazed myself!........just how good looking the GW shark actually is! Please! Try and keep in mind, this, is not a beauty contest!



The Shark Bites Back

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well, well; here we finally are, ensconced in cool grey green salt water unfettered- now; is there anything to eat in this place? SHARKFORUM I see as an aristocracy, a place where unique, inimitable, individuals can gather to discuss ideas, argue, hold forth and so on. Chomping is not only allowed, but encouraged: are we not APEX PREDATORS?




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