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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:homogenic.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>purify</title><link rel="self" href="http://homogenic.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://homogenic.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T14:35:41+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:homogenic.blog.co.uk,2005-12-01:/2005/12/01/living_in_the_music_world~351799/</id><title>Living in the music world</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://homogenic.blog.co.uk/2005/12/01/living_in_the_music_world~351799/"/><author><name>deliverance</name></author><published>2005-12-01T12:05:03+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:05:03+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Today is a great day. Not because of all those tests, but because of my first clarinet lesson!&lt;br&gt;
I decided to play the clarinet few weeks ago. One night, about midnight I was watching Blechacz on TV and suddenly I jumped out of a room and told myself: I want to play clarinet. My Mom was quite suprised. She asked me: What the hell were you watching? I answered: A piano concert. She laughed at me and was wondering if I was drunk. But there is an obvious connection between piano and clarinet, don't you think?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://homogenic.blog.co.uk/2005/12/01/living_in_the_music_world~351799/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:homogenic.blog.co.uk,2005-10-12:/2005/10/12/this_is_autumn~231180/</id><title>This is Autumn</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://homogenic.blog.co.uk/2005/10/12/this_is_autumn~231180/"/><author><name>deliverance</name></author><published>2005-10-12T22:22:17+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:22:17+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;deep river runs its course&lt;br&gt;
to a warm horizon&lt;br&gt;
shadows of falling leaves&lt;br&gt;
october moon and rusty skies&lt;br&gt;
every changing feelings&lt;br&gt;
the seeds of autumn in my mind&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;[found it somewhere, long time ago. background on my desktop. emotional landscape]
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://homogenic.blog.co.uk/2005/10/12/this_is_autumn~231180/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:homogenic.blog.co.uk,2005-10-07:/2005/10/07/1~222129/</id><title>1</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://homogenic.blog.co.uk/2005/10/07/1~222129/"/><author><name>deliverance</name></author><published>2005-10-07T21:34:28+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:34:28+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Homogenic. Actually I didn't know what the word 'homogenic' meant. When I had checked it in the dictionary, I realised that my own interpretation was completely wrong. Anyways, "homogenic" makes me feel strong and united with Bjork and her album. As nobody could hurt me. As I was someone special. On the top of the world. Even when she sings: How could I be so immature? Och, course I am. This is what I want to write about. And that's why it's going to be so REAL.
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