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asthma chronicles
a tonalist notes
avoiding the muse
awfully serious
aye, wobot!
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big window
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blonde on blonde
boarding parties
bob marcacci
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both both
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the burning chair
caconrad
cahiers de corey
can of corn
caterina.net
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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
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e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s
the exquisite corpse
eyeball hatred 
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fewer & further
flowers that gloze
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hammer loop
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heatstrings
here comes everybody
heuriskein
hg poetics
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i'll show you mine
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the ingredient
in place of chairs
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lit up like the blood of a centerfold
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mappemunde
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million poems
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minor american
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mr. tong bliss' journal
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my maserati
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nice guy syndrome
nikuko
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nomadics
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nothing to say and saying it
now then
odalisqued
open reader
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the pangrammaticon
pantaloons: tykes on poetry
peek thru the pines
philly sound
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poetaensanfrancisco
poetry hut
poesy galore
poets' corner
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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
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rocket kids
rue hazard
said like reeds or things
saintelizabethstreet
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say something wonderful
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shikow
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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:

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black lodge press
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bookforum
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carve
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cue
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half empty/half full
hot whiskey press
jacket
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the hat
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horse less press
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how2/barbara guest memory bank
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konundrum engine
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la petite zine
lit
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octopusbooks
onedit
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poetry 365
the poker
portable press at yo-yo labs
practice: new writing + art
rain taxi
realpoetik
rhino
rhubarb is susan
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rust buckle
saint elizabeth street
shampoo
skanky possum
sleepingfish
sona books
spell
the tiny
tool a magazine
three candles
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unpleasant event schedule
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wintered press
wire sandwich
womb
word for/word
xantippe
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miPOradio
my vocabulary  
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UbuWeb

15 DEC 05
This morning, when its spine bead offered a pink greeting from the shelf of chaps, it occurred to me that Maureen Thorson's Abecedarium would make a perfect holiday gift--it is so seriously festive. The poems range widely ("Argonauts" to "Zeno").
From "Yak":

. . .  You stand for
nothing but your bones, your hair,
your milk and the strength you have
to pull some cart along. In a world
increasingly beyond the avant-garde,
you are shockingly precise, and thus--
the newest, hippest, solid thing.
. . .

Only 26 copies exist! Three dollars? It's not too late.

[I posted the above around 1 a.m. Just now, making my lunchtime rounds, I discovered that Abecedarium has sold out! Like Maureen says, you gotta move on these things. Congratulations to those who did.]

13 DEC 05
That which you are, that only you can see. (Emerson)
One time I thought that something was about to happen, in the future. It was in the time when we first met. I think I thought that somebody would die. What was really happening was: I was about to change.

All art arises from longing. All science too. All night I dreamed of two things. Like any postman with a thousand paintings in his attic. "They can get lost. They burn."

They all come back to the body. ("Breathe like the character you're playing.")

When we talked about a "dream come true," I didn't know what you were telling me. Matted. With some mats on top. "It was my nature."

Workmen hammering outside. Blaring radio, "Born to Be Wild." How did that all work out?

11 DEC 05
The word 'war' is rooted in an 11th-century German word for confusion and perplexity, and is intimately related to 'discord,' which, when broken down to its most literal parts, means 'the heart in two.' This revelation--that the germ of war could be conceptualized as a rupture at the core of an individual--became the starting point for my new project, The Broken Teacup, a series of five animated films based on short stories by Franz Kafka. (Shawn Atkins)

Storyboard for The Broken Teacup: Shawn Atkins & Todor Radev

9 DEC 05

Back at it.

7 DEC 05
Emerson copied out long passages in which Goethe talks about originality and the influence of others. Far from feeling a need to do nothing except what is completely original and novel, Goethe actually defines genius as "the faculty of seizing and turning to account every thing that strikes us." He protested that he himself would have got nowhere "if this art of appropriation were considered derogatory to genius." It was enormously helpful to Emerson to hear Goethe committing himself so clearly to the extensive and frank reuse of others' material. This method Emerson already found congenial.

...

Along with Emerson's freedom to take whatever struck him went the equally important obligation to ignore what did not. Emerson read widely and advised others to do so, but he was insistent about the dangers of being overwhelmed and overinfluenced by one' s reading... He thought one should "learn to divine books, to feel those that you want without wasting much time on them." It is only worthwhile concentrating on what is excellent and for that "often a chapter is enough." He encouraged browsing and skipping. "The glance reveals what the gaze obscures. Somewhere the author has hidden his message. Find it, and skip the paragraphs that do not talk to you."

(Robert D. Richardson Jr., Emerson: The Mind On Fire)

5 DEC 05

- Do you think of poetry as being useful?

- Yes, it has been to me.

- Tell me some of the ways it has been useful to you personally.

- It makes me feel that being human is a good thing. Being human--and even just being the way I am, I'm not completely alone.

- So a use of poetry is to feel connected to other people?

- To feel human. And to feel that being human is...an okay thing.

- It makes you feel that being human is an okay thing because it allows a connection between you and others?

- I guess. I guess it makes me feel like we're all okay somehow. [starts to cry]

- How does poetry cause that feeling?

- I don't know.

3 DEC 05

"Everything is slightly hidden from me, all the time. I don't think it was this way when I was younger. Though maybe things just felt different then, because I thought it would change."

Outside, the light, the landscape.

Messages were everywhere.

(Bersenbrugge: "the landscape will comply")

1 DEC 05

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