kate greenstreet
kate at kickingwind dot com
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asthma chronicles
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avoiding the muse
awfully serious
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big window
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the burning chair
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chaxblog
chicago postmodern poetry
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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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heatstrings
here comes everybody
heuriskein
hg poetics
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hounds of no
hum and ash
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i am yer grammer
i'll show you mine
immoweth
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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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the lovely arc
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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
muisti kirja
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never mind the beasts
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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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
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rocket kids
rue hazard
said like reeds or things
saintelizabethstreet
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say something wonderful
secret mint
serif of nottingham
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shikow
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so and so series
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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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carve
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the constant critic
cue
the cultural society
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the duplications
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frame
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gutcult
half empty/half full
hot whiskey press
jacket
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the happy booker
the hat
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horse less press
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lit
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milk
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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
rose metal press
rust buckle
saint elizabeth street
shampoo
skanky possum
sleepingfish
sona books
spell
the tiny
tool a magazine
three candles
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typo
ugly duckling presse
unpleasant event schedule
vert
wintered press
wire sandwich
womb
word for/word
xantippe
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AudibleWord.Org
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Kelly Writers House webcasts
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LINEbreak
miPOradio
my vocabulary  
Naropa archives
PENNsound
UbuWeb

31 DEC 05
The center-fleeing tendency
(one lie I told recently)
a liquid
like blood
or milk
or you, when you’re taking a curve,
covered in narrative,
ask yourself:
why am I telling this story?

Sometimes it seems as if even the animals
know
(having life, being life).

Slowly the fields began to fill.

He overcame many illnesses
(thrown
into water, into fire).

Play me the beginning. Cold.
A cold spring day. Something about
"from now on."

Is he going blind?
again?
(It's the family failing.)

Happy New Year

ps: Great collection of Fanny Howe links at wood s lot today.

29 DEC 05
The pit sits idle, filling with water.
I say "new place" too quickly.

Almost at once, it's a story.

27 DEC 05


This letter will never reach you
and as long as we both know it’s ok
Did the other one reach you
and if so what did it contain
--Michael Palmer

25 DEC 05

23 DEC 05
[part two]


180. Suddenly, looking into my camera, he started talking. He spoke of his despair. The spell of this moment almost paralyzed me. Then, with an effort, I released the shutter of my camera. 196. I do not deplore success. My photographs at best hold only a small strength.

My photographs at best hold only a small strength, but through them I would suggest and criticize and illuminate and try to give compassionate understanding. Passion, yes, as passion is in all great searches. Take note of the values around you. And wade awhile, this question in thought.

198. Voodoo, the wealthy, hospitals, and an insane asylum are just some examples. A sad sad neighbor. 228. I photograph to see what things look like photographed. 246. I really don't care what my father looked like. 262. Camera in Latin means chamber or room. They let me take down the curtains.

They let me take down curtains, wash the windows, and rearrange the furniture. Often, too, they expressed desire to share their view with others. 270. In the box is darkness. The image reveals itself to me. It is my gift. A gift for the effort I am making.

302. A lamp in my work might make you think of a police interrogation, but it's also religious, like a candle. I chose the Swiss because they have no history. The Swiss have no reason to die, so they could be anyone and everyone. 308. I am very much distant from what I see, this is my nature.

This is my nature. 310. How we live, how I live, how humans live together. 312. I learned photography in Mexico by looking, and after by doing some actions outside. What I am doing, how it ends up as a sign, is all about language, but sometimes it becomes a physical thing, sometimes it is just photography.

(source text: Photography Speaks, Brooks Johnson, ed.)

21 DEC 05
[part one]

14. The question, what is truth? 16. Nothing can be more affecting and exciting to the feelings of our hearts than to take to hand an excellent Daguerreotype portrait of a parent, a brother or a sister, a child, a friend or anyone else we love, after they are "far away" or dead.

22. I found the faithless pencil. The paper melancholy to behold. Now Light, where it exists. And, in certain circumstances, does exert. How charming it would be if it were possible to cause these natural images to imprint themselves durably, and remain fixed upon the paper!

28. Spirit is employed, a ready mixture. Pour it off. Give the plate a little motion. If there happen to be thinness or a want. The steady character of light.

52. As memorable fields. An undoubting faith. Disordered clothing shows his sufferings intense. His stony pillow.

58. I arise at 4 a.m.; feed the mule; shiver down my breakfast; mercury at 30 degrees, candle dim, cup and plate tin; my seat, the ground. After breakfast I roll up my bedding, carry it up to the property line to be loaded on the pack mule, water and saddle my riding mule, and by that time it is broad daylight. If negatives are to be taken on the march, the photographic mule is packed with dark-tent, chemical boxes and camera, and out we start ahead of our exploring party on the lookout for views.

80. If a man makes a hot day, he makes it like a hot day he once saw or is seeing. Make a fellow draw antique, not to see how beautiful those simple-hearted big men sailed, but to observe their mud marks, which are easier to see and measure than to understand. I love sunlight and children and beautiful women and men, their heads and hands. 116. How to see more than one does see? 118. Mystery corresponds to no doctrine, and does not deal with possibilities.

120. "You press the button and we do the rest." 140. It's logical to say that what I do is an act of faith. It came to me. And I worked it out. 154. Photography had not been invented when the Torah was written! I was forced to use a hidden camera, and there were other problems as well.

19 DEC 05
Also on the box:
Etheridge Knight  *
Susan Howe & David Grubbs  *
and of course the usual holiday classics  *

17 DEC 05
Last summer, I heard him talking on the radio--soft spoken, somebody you'd like. A new album. But in the fall, scheduled gigs were cancelled. Then the news that he was very ill. His songs often playing in our kitchen.

Morning of the first snow, Max (after shoveling the path out to the
studio, firing up the furnace) wakes me, his cool rough face by my ear, whispers: "Offending the ice age, you're the one." There's often one song, an identifier--the one that'd always bring you back. Back to those bitter-cold weeks after Thanksgiving, 2005.

Chris Whitley. Resonator guitar tuned way low. "I like it low." The sound that came through him. His breathing, his heart.

31 Aug 1960  -  20 Nov 2005

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