kate greenstreet
kate at kickingwind dot com
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blogs:

537neon
ada limon
almost i rushed from home...
a. lobster
adam clay
amy king's blog
anachronizms
andrea baker
a peek of reach
a poet's eyes
a sad day for sad birds
asthma chronicles
a tonalist notes
avoiding the muse
awfully serious
aye, wobot!
bachelardette
bemsha swing
big window
black and white
the blind chatelaine's poker poetics
bloggedy blog blog
blonde on blonde
boarding parties
bob marcacci
books, inq.
both both
brandon brown
brazier & inkstone
the burning chair
caconrad
cahiers de corey
can of corn
caterina.net
catherine daly's blog
charles bernstein's weblog
chaxblog
chicago postmodern poetry
chicana poetics
chicks dig poetry
clay matthews
conchology
croissant factory
cosmopoetica/cpb
coursing public thought
critical fiction
cruelest month
culture industry
da-crouton
dagzine
dbqp: visualizing poetics
the delay
desert city
the dishwasher's tears
DIY poetics
DIY publishing
do gummi bears dream...
dumbfoundry
elsewhere
epistle whipped
equanimity
esther press
e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s
the exquisite corpse
eyeball hatred 
fait accompli
fewer & further
flowers that gloze
frank sherlock
fringe matters
geneva convention
ghostbrain
hammer loop
harlequin knights
heatstrings
here comes everybody
heuriskein
hg poetics
home-schooled by a cackling jackal
hounds of no
hum and ash
humanophone
hyacinth losers
i am yer grammer
i'll show you mine
immoweth
imprimatur
the ingredient
in place of chairs
iron caisson
ironstone whirlygig
isola di rifiuti
ivy is here
jacob's ladder
jane dark's sugarhigh!
jeannine blogs
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jim behrle
kaya oakes
kinemapoetics
largehearted boy
lemon hound
lisablog
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little red's recovery room
lit up like the blood of a centerfold
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looktouchblog
lorcaloca
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the lovely arc
lutheran surrealism
mappemunde
maximum go...
micawberesque
michelle detorie
million poems
minimalist concrete poetry
minor american
modern americans
morescotch
mr. tong bliss' journal
muisti kirja
my maserati
narcissusworks
the neglectorino project
never mind the beasts
nice guy syndrome
nikuko
noah eli gordon
nomadics
notes from a fellow traveler
nothing to say and saying it
now then
odalisqued
open reader
overlap
paul hoover's blog
the pangrammaticon
pantaloons: tykes on poetry
peek thru the pines
philly sound
plight of the troubadour
poetaensanfrancisco
poetry hut
poesy galore
poets' corner
postcards from the imagination
postmodern collage poetry
pseudopodium
pshares blog
pudgy pigeon enterprises
pugnacious pinoy
qbdp: the mailartworks
radish king
reader of depressing books
red slowly
reli[e]able signs
riverfall
rob mclennan's blog
rocket kids
rue hazard
said like reeds or things
saintelizabethstreet
samizdat blog
sam of the ten thousand things
say something wonderful
secret mint
serif of nottingham
shanna compton's blog
shikow
silliman's blog
slicker chumway's
snapper's effing junk(boat)heap
so and so series
spooks by me
stamped & metered flying fish
starnosedmole
steve's house of love
the steinach operation
swoonrocket
texfiles in bahrain
they shoot poets don't they?
third factory/notes/lipstick of noise
this is all your fault
this morning in poetry
tom raworth's notes
transsubmutation
twenty thousand thousand
ululations
understory
union square poetry series
the unquiet grave
venepoetics
virgin formica
voices in utter dark
voix off
the well-nourished moon
we've been talked down
whimsy speaks
whirligig
wild horses of fire
wood s lot
the word cage
the world a letter
yes, starlings! yes!
you are here
ysleta poeta
zach barocas
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journals/small press/reviews:

1913
6 X 6
action yes
alice blue
apocryphaltext
barrow street
belladonna books
big game
bird dog
blazevox
black lodge press
black ocean press
boog city
bookforum
bookslut
braincase press
the brooklyn rail
calamari press
the canary
cannibal
carve
chax press
circumference
coconut
coldfront magazine
conduit
the constant critic
cue
the cultural society
cutbank
cy gist press
cy press
diagram
the duplications
dusie
effing press
eoagh
fascicle
faux press e chapbooks
fewer & further press
frame
free verse
frequency
galatea resurrects
gong press
gutcult
half empty/half full
hot whiskey press
jacket
h_ngm_n
the happy booker
the hat
hooke press
horse less press
house press
how2/barbara guest memory bank
jacket
katalanche press
kitchen press
konundrum engine
kulture vulture
la petite zine
lit
melancholia's tremulous dreadlocks
milk
mipoesias
new pages
no
no tell motel
octopus
octopusbooks
onedit
outside voices
the page
parakeet
pettycoat relaxer
poetry 365
the poker
portable press at yo-yo labs
practice: new writing + art
rain taxi
realpoetik
rhino
rhubarb is susan
rose metal press
rust buckle
saint elizabeth street
shampoo
skanky possum
sleepingfish
sona books
spell
the tiny
tool a magazine
three candles
transmission press
typo
ugly duckling presse
unpleasant event schedule
vert
wintered press
wire sandwich
womb
word for/word
xantippe
zafusy

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audio/radio/video:

AudibleWord.Org
Factory School audio archives  
Kelly Writers House webcasts
Laurable
LINEbreak
miPOradio
my vocabulary  
Naropa archives
PENNsound
UbuWeb

15 NOV 05

13 NOV 05

It's 12 years today. How can she not be among us?

11 NOV 05
"I couldn't really be a beauty operator in Yonkers," I say to Aunt Mae (who wishes we wouldn't move). Because we are moving, Max and I--to Florida? so I can do this beauty parlor, hair-cutting thing. I imagine the hair falling to the floor. What kind of music could we play in the shop?

My father (a different guy) is upset. He's in a ranch house (white siding, maybe some brick). "But what about a studio?" he seems to be saying to me (mentally). "What about painting?"

free will, theory of: 1. the belief that, given again the same conditions, humans can will to do otherwise than what they did do.

9 NOV 05

"Behind the mule is a man. And then the fake horse."  *

Dear N,
Well, no. Though the blog-as-art idea has intrigued me, I don't see mine that way. If I were really pursuing it as art, I'd be revising continually. Instead, I'm choosing to stick with the "when it's up, it's up" rule, allowing every post to stand. ("Build muscle by doing what you wouldn't do.")

Do you still get Artforum? A conversation between Wolfgang Tillmans and Isa Genzken in the new issue brought you to mind. (And I see that it's online as well, here, at the Artforum site.)

Tillmans: One morning I was on the subway to the studio and thought, "The most incredible thing now would be to just keep sitting on the train and go to the last stop." A minor action, yet I knew what a deed it would be. Still, I didn't do it. I thought, no, I still have things I have to do. A few days later, I walked again to the tube station, and from that station there are also trains to Brighton, and I just got on one instead of going to the studio and spent a day by the sea. And there I decided to change things and move to Berlin for the summer.

Know what I mean?

k

PS: Speaking of muscle-building, I put in a request at the library for Sven Lindqvist's Bench Press, a book I heard some bits from on the radio the other day (nextbigthing.org, in show #550). The excerpts were beautiful--very spare and entertaining. Lindqvist says (in an interview at his site), "It was my personal experience that physical training had a liberating mental effect. I started to remember my dreams. Secret doors to childhood memories were suddenly opened. I don't know if others have had the same experience, but when I look around in the gym quite a few gym mates seem to be in a meditative mood." Will I start lifting weights? Finding the time to do more than glance at the book isn't likely this month. Not unless I take the train to Brighton...

7 NOV 05

He had a light, I had a pain that woke me.
I saw a book, it was the book of love.

5 NOV 05 

They're taking the boats out of the water. The sound of time passing the old notes. Rereading our old mail, "a place to be remembered." The characters are introduced.

It's dark. Did you sleep? Have I run out of luck? "It's dark. That always takes me back."

I dreamed I had a chalk eraser I could use to erase myself. I loved rubbing it all over me, then walking around--just some smeared chalk dust that nobody noticed.

I've been thinking of Thoreau. And feeling the desire to walk for hours a day, as we used to. The song begins (such a tiredness, another song). But, he said, the search for light must be a long one in most people's lives.

Poetry, the uses. Just as love is an enormous field. Many parts of it have to be imagined, by everyone.

3 NOV 05
A few words before bed. Fire, wax, the greenblue trees, the water in the fish-shaped font. When they ask me where you are, I'll say the heartlands.

"This is not a thing that I have sought, but it has come across my path and I have seized it."  *

1 NOV 05
"What is the power that moves you? And what does it turn on?"
(Amiri Baraka)

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