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self titled: November 2006
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Thursday, November 02, 2006. Kay Smith "Again with Music". Now that the rain is spent,. Trees and the purple-headed timothy and the tall grasses. Are all netted over with seed pearls. Far as the eye can reach the sea is pale as a pearl,. The air a pool of stillness,. And so still the wild roses their petals make porcelain faces. From leaf to leaf a raindrop slips,. And sprawling over the living grass and the roses,. A dead apple tree with beauty in its bare bones,. And is almost alive again with music.
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self titled: September 2006
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Saturday, September 30, 2006. Richard Lemm "My Class Draws a Blank on Robbie Burns". If we forget where we come from. We move half blind through what we are. I ask my mother and uncle, born Alexanders:. What part of Scotland, what clan? Uncle Curt laughs, "We're Americans.". Not that I want a tartan, or my ancestors'. Motto, other than that I first learned,. Gimme liberty or gimme death. And Levi's. Are my heritage, Disney's Crockett, John Wayne,. But blue jeans came from sail cloths, Genoese,. Miniserie...
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self titled: Sue Sinclair "Orpheus Meets Eurydice in the Underworld"
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Thursday, August 24, 2006. Sue Sinclair "Orpheus Meets Eurydice in the Underworld". Still limping, she has come. She waits at the foot of the hill, doesn't dare go any further, remembers how it once vanished under her feet. She has spent the time thinking about her wedding day, tracing the mark on her ankle where the serpent bit. It hasn't healed yet; perhaps it won't until he comes back. She has never desired his death, but wished for it as one wishes for rain. Sometimes when they are walking she teases...
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self titled: Tammy Armstrong "Static"
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Wednesday, October 04, 2006. My mother cannot talk on the telephone. During electrical storms;. She's terrified the living scars of night. Might come through her finger-smudged receiver,. Slice foolishly into her heart. While she gives me a no-fail recipe for chowder. I'm still moving out West,. The line snaps and hisses. Just make it through the winter,. We'll go to the beach in June. My mother - moving. From the Silurian fields of the East Coast. Into the pink-eyed shiver of the West. Oº ‘ t ãgï ‘ ºO.
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self titled: Richard Lemm "My Class Draws a Blank on Robbie Burns"
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Saturday, September 30, 2006. Richard Lemm "My Class Draws a Blank on Robbie Burns". If we forget where we come from. We move half blind through what we are. I ask my mother and uncle, born Alexanders:. What part of Scotland, what clan? Uncle Curt laughs, "We're Americans.". Not that I want a tartan, or my ancestors'. Motto, other than that I first learned,. Gimme liberty or gimme death. And Levi's. Are my heritage, Disney's Crockett, John Wayne,. But blue jeans came from sail cloths, Genoese,. Miniserie...
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CCC: May 2006
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Monday, May 15, 2006. Experiencing Reading/Writing The Long Poem. Thanks to Erin Moure, who last year suggested that I write "friends" for my poems, and who lead me toward reading long poems, I'm presently reading Sharon Thesen's 2001. The New Long Poem Anthology. Derksen's "ruptures" (Butling and Rudy,. Putting details together in a narrative? Posted by kaleidoscope @ 9:29 AM. Thursday, May 11, 2006. I've been reading Elizabeth. On Reading Another Poet. I think we are being given the same messages.
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CCC: April 2006
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Tuesday, April 18, 2006. Allow me to talk about Billy Collins’ poem. Written in 12 tercets (that syllabically are not haiku even though the subject is) that takes the haiku to new dimensions, Collins' poem centres the speaker’s experience with, and reaction to, poetry. Today I pass the time reading. A favorite haiku,. Saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating. The same small, perfect grape. I walk through the house reciting it. And leave its letters falling. Through the air of every room.
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CCC: March 2006
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Friday, March 31, 2006. My most recent reader's journal focusses on Richard Hugo's Driving Montana. I won't reproduce much from the journal here, but I did want to post the poem. I could go on, but I think that's all I'll say about it right now. Enjoy. The day is a woman who loves you. Open. Deer drink close to the road and magpies. Spray from your car. Miles from any town. Your radio comes in strong, unlikely. Mozart from Belgrade, rock and roll. From Butte. Whatever the next number,. Inside, the hammer...
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CCC: December 2005
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Saturday, December 03, 2005. CCC Reading and Chapbook Launch at UNBSJ. 7pm, Monday, December 5th, 2005. Posted by kaleidoscope @ 6:24 PM. Art, poetry, politics. But is it politics? Noteworthy I have long been neglecting the space o. Today Im reading the interview between Butling, . Experiencing Reading/Writing The Long Poem Tha. Ive been reading Elizabeth Brewster lately. I fin. Allow me to talk about Billy Collins’ poem Japan f. NaPoWriMo (also belated) Scribbling Love Am I th.
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self titled: October 2006
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Wednesday, October 04, 2006. My mother cannot talk on the telephone. During electrical storms;. She's terrified the living scars of night. Might come through her finger-smudged receiver,. Slice foolishly into her heart. While she gives me a no-fail recipe for chowder. I'm still moving out West,. The line snaps and hisses. Just make it through the winter,. We'll go to the beach in June. My mother - moving. From the Silurian fields of the East Coast. Into the pink-eyed shiver of the West. A blog to be let.
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