<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148</id><updated>2011-12-22T08:24:41.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pantaloons --vbn</title><subtitle type='html'>tykes on poetry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-6814508650564333355</id><published>2011-12-22T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:13:25.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6814508650564333355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6814508650564333355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6814508650564333355' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-2481766398333252583</id><published>2010-02-01T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:10:00.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few revisions &amp; add-ons to Post~Twyla, along with pags of variations in font treatment for  Post~Twyla Reset coming next month from Faux / Other. Ex:196 Asymmetry is like combat &amp; bad writing.        Monochrome with recent weight gain        under sequoia representations. TooMany shaved heads. You can light a fire       and combatantsPour up to the surface for a face off.       She looked right</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2481766398333252583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2481766398333252583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2481766398333252583' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-4595735968508784365</id><published>2009-12-23T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T04:50:05.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I told him they were starlings. — Geof Huth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/4595735968508784365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/4595735968508784365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4595735968508784365' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-986528661795306231</id><published>2009-01-27T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:37:41.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/986528661795306231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/986528661795306231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#986528661795306231' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-1662759235069061122</id><published>2009-01-15T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:17:36.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/1662759235069061122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/1662759235069061122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1662759235069061122' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-2043485240045383946</id><published>2008-12-15T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:42:56.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I've come to save the Earth." As Sylvester Stallone is to repulsion, Keanu Reeves is to deformed nihilism and acerbic motivation. A repeat of a now-20-year-old running joke, stoner / adventurer / pet Reeves comes back down to metro New York in The Day the Earth Stood Still, risking everything, subtracting himself from the emancipatory normality of alien dominance to attain spectral consciousness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2043485240045383946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2043485240045383946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2043485240045383946' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-6397012646888013197</id><published>2008-10-14T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:38:49.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FAUX CHAPS PARTYFriday, Oct. 246:30Jimmy's No. 4343 E. 7th St. (b. 2nd &amp; 3rd Ave.) NYCCelebrating the publication of six new books.The Pill Book — Jeni OlinOrizaba — Stacy Szymaszek Odes — Alan Davies Pathologies — Jack Kimball  (Soma)tic Midge — CAConrad  Subsistence Equipment — Brenda Iijima  Short readings by the authors. No cover. Organic snacks. Cheap drinks. Book deals.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6397012646888013197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6397012646888013197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6397012646888013197' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-8946689388018653849</id><published>2008-10-10T04:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:25:26.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/8946689388018653849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/8946689388018653849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8946689388018653849' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-7391169915414712324</id><published>2008-09-19T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:56:14.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Postcard (Voices/World Flag/Theory) 4 for Larissa MacFarquhar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/7391169915414712324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/7391169915414712324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#7391169915414712324' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-6033825895490431716</id><published>2008-08-12T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:52:09.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teams of entertainers carry parasites that affect a ruckus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6033825895490431716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6033825895490431716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#6033825895490431716' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/SKGPANVMjdI/AAAAAAAAABc/TVUuXvfHuF0/s72-c/wop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-1048617139066803405</id><published>2008-08-12T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:18:49.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/1048617139066803405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/1048617139066803405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1048617139066803405' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-1878673232384420914</id><published>2008-07-11T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:13:46.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm stuck on you. Uplifted and dropped, as if by a faulty mechanism.I'll live in the ruin. I'll take the leftovers. I'll pick the trash.Now that you have show your icy heart, I see you more clearly, and I want you even more...-- Anne Tardos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/1878673232384420914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/1878673232384420914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1878673232384420914' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-4764136211678247225</id><published>2008-06-23T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:59:12.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My 1970s Syllabus. Week OneAn Anthology of New York Poets, w/ a couplet handwritten by David Shapiro, first edition, $45.50Own Your Own Body, Bobbie Louise Hawkins, inscribed "with love," $220.00Maya Angelou's Singin' and Swingin' and Gettin' Merry Like Christmas, signed in large cursive,  "Joy! Maya Angelou," $400.00Hand imprints from 24 beats, The Poet's Hand Book, inscribed w/ mantras by Allen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/4764136211678247225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/4764136211678247225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4764136211678247225' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-6411931040771722270</id><published>2008-05-21T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:30:03.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poem Stripped of ArtificeMark LamoureuxNew School Chapbook Series 2008If it is a trap, why are we going?Here is the first section in Mark Lamoureux's chapbook-length poem.The telescope wobbles &amp; collapsesOn its 3rd leg, a landstrider felled.A fissure mars the plate of its eye&amp; likewise the sky splits, anotherfissure from which issues a mantis-light. Get over it, my father says.He is disappearing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6411931040771722270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6411931040771722270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6411931040771722270' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-7078692917819609810</id><published>2008-05-21T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:59:12.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poem Stripped of ArtificeMark LamoureuxNew School Chapbook Series 2008Mark Lamoureux's chapbook-length poem begins:The telescope wobbles &amp; collapsesOn its 3rd leg, a landstrider felled.A fissure mars the plate of its eye&amp; likewise the sky splits, anotherfissure from which issues a mantis-light. Get over it, my father says.He is disappearing ahead of me, intodarkness. I remain in that spot:lover's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/7078692917819609810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/7078692917819609810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7078692917819609810' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-4829368121795175156</id><published>2008-04-20T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:58:05.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faux Chaps prepublication offer ends today, Monday. The Pill Book by Jeni Olin, Orizaba: A Voyage with Hart Crane by Stacy Szymaszek, Odes by Alan Davies, Pathologies by Jack Kimball, (Soma)tic Midge by CAConrad, Subsistence Equipment by Brenda Iijima. Last chance to order at these prices: all 6 for $40 or any 2 for $20. Books ship Tuesday!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/4829368121795175156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/4829368121795175156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4829368121795175156' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-2484919169316975491</id><published>2008-03-26T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:27:33.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faux Chaps forthcoming. Jeni Olin, Stacy Szymaszek, Alan Davies, Jack Kimball, CAConrad, Brenda Iijima. Some pretty good deals pre-publication: all 6 for $40 or any 2 for $20. Details here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2484919169316975491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2484919169316975491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2484919169316975491' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-1422237011320905433</id><published>2007-12-17T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T08:34:32.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best Xmas wishes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/1422237011320905433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/1422237011320905433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1422237011320905433' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-2956158830734984508</id><published>2007-06-21T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:40:27.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2956158830734984508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2956158830734984508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2956158830734984508' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-2710877659809960150</id><published>2007-05-31T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:32:51.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2710877659809960150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2710877659809960150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2710877659809960150' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-5139872447164467502</id><published>2007-05-13T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:34:44.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/5139872447164467502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/5139872447164467502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5139872447164467502' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-6686086870287975281</id><published>2007-05-09T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T03:27:48.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pitching WooKaren WeiserCyPress 2006A new Lake District has been incorporated around the Poetry Project. With the release of Souvenir Winner four years ago as noted [scroll to May 13, 2003] Macgregor Card spelled out a postlanguage lyric that has its way with decoration and sensibility from the XIXth Century. Over the last few seasons one can measure the sprawl (or revival) in offshoots of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6686086870287975281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6686086870287975281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6686086870287975281' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-1771706962859177160</id><published>2007-03-13T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:16:09.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vanitas 2Vincent Katz, editorIt's well-established that East and West mix it up in Boulder. Boulder's is a kind of mixology ethos easily mistaken for a cultural marker of Bolinas if not San Francisco. Every year a couple of classes or more at Naropa U. attract and launch the latest great. And there are innumerable presses and zines in or around Boulder that package the buzz of the good and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/1771706962859177160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/1771706962859177160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1771706962859177160' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-2952985588356940583</id><published>2007-03-13T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:45:17.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2952985588356940583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2952985588356940583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2952985588356940583' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-6526431680667341297</id><published>2007-03-01T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:12:09.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6526431680667341297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/6526431680667341297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6526431680667341297' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-2948772527134967959</id><published>2007-02-12T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T08:03:20.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2948772527134967959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/2948772527134967959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2948772527134967959' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-116949977945480053</id><published>2007-01-22T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T13:02:59.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116949977945480053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116949977945480053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116949977945480053' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-116663923251429632</id><published>2006-12-20T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:27:12.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116663923251429632'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116602989722211371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116602989722211371' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-116568742800800149</id><published>2006-12-09T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:05:53.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116568742800800149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116568742800800149'/><link 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What Would Arroyo Chamisa Do?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116537719258972552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116537719258972552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116537719258972552' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-116407659530127328</id><published>2006-11-20T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:42:13.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116407659530127328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116407659530127328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116407659530127328' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-116387889939347828</id><published>2006-11-18T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:30:02.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116387889939347828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116387889939347828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116387889939347828' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-116256405607128510</id><published>2006-11-03T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T06:42:37.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andrei CodrescuNov 2, BU School of ManagementPaul Violi is the only poet I know who went to BU (undergrad); he's the only grad I know, period. This is odd, given that the megaplex literally hovers down the street where I live. I taught there for a couple of years before Harvard. At the time, university president John Silbur's iron will in evidence, the place felt spooky. (It still does.) (Echo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116256405607128510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116256405607128510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116256405607128510' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-116069994444778042</id><published>2006-10-12T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:42:49.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unprotected TextsTom BeckettMeritage Press 2006Yeah. Ok. There isn't a double-fold -- here -- that doesn't contain the needed ingredients for the top-shelf feeding frenzy of poetry's emaciated, elitist. At random, I insist, page 158 invokes dreams (natch), a figure, "an intuition / about your voice." Ok, what's the response? Page 159 reads WhenI first embraced the pictureI was invadedby a blank(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116069994444778042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/116069994444778042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116069994444778042' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-115945411361688016</id><published>2006-09-28T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T07:39:54.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/115945411361688016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/115945411361688016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115945411361688016' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-115682963973936721</id><published>2006-08-28T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T04:49:54.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today the Polar Bear in the Blog Tunnel Trophy goes to scrappy, potentially eponymous Isabella Argento (link at right under the A's) for less than a week of begging, magnetic, flip-awesome-avatar dramaturgy, and exemplary social realism. It gives me a freeze block of pleasure to hand out I.A.'s award on the centennial of Our Polar Bear trademark. This is a sanguine coincidence I'm ontologically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/115682963973936721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/115682963973936721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115682963973936721' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-115672685733728762</id><published>2006-08-27T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:02:40.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post~Twyla: A postlanguage verse-critique in 250 parts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/115672685733728762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/115672685733728762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115672685733728762' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-114703885740491478</id><published>2006-05-07T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:15:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maggie Zurawski named her blog Minor American (MA), a deflationary and certainly semi-constricting descriptor, the American part, anyway -- and yet this is a name that she has gone on to share with co-bloggers, Ange Mlinko from fall of 2004 thru spring 2005, and Kathryn Pringle starting March 2006. The minor part of the name is key, I think, but to get to this, first, a couple of disclaimers. At </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/114703885740491478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/114703885740491478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114703885740491478' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-114679160932211322</id><published>2006-05-04T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:09:58.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...a poem is a way to share a secret without telling it.-- Kate Greenstreet Only this week Kate Greenstreet wrote me to get contact info for someone she hopes to include in her new interview project at Every Other Day (EOD). I figure Kate has mastered the arts of coincidence, writing me unknowing I'd fixed on EOD to kick off an informal survey of bloggers and blogging. The coincidence, if that is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/114679160932211322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/114679160932211322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114679160932211322' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-114530764447634939</id><published>2006-04-17T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:47:22.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joshua Clover and Juliana Spahr, Woodberry Poetry Room, Lamont Library, April 13. Joshua Clover and Juliana Spahr get something that's still hard to get; the fix is over; our shared opus of desire and wellbeing has been martyred. In both their poetries psychic v. civic dichotomies are shot to hell, a nearby resting, writing, and reading place, weirdly familiar, with ready access to jihadic media,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/114530764447634939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/114530764447634939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114530764447634939' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-114339770698929768</id><published>2006-03-26T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:51:26.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once in a while a publisher gets to shout: A pre-order offer. Stephanie Young spent a couple of years-and-counting, acquiring great writing from over 100 Bay Area poets for this first-of-a-kind anthology, 496 pages of what Stephanie calls "21st century landscape portraiture." Not that the pieces are only about San Francisco, but all together BAY POETICS captures tableaux of Northern California </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/114339770698929768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/114339770698929768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114339770698929768' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-114252373264994461</id><published>2006-03-16T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:17:16.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/114252373264994461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/114252373264994461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114252373264994461' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-113951877461113615</id><published>2006-02-09T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:27:51.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alan Davies and Tony Towle at the Project, Feb. 8. For 30 years or more Alan has been a stickler, deciphering and telling the truth (as he sees it), and in introducing his reading Alan sent up a well-earned and inarguably well-timed, collective sigh-cum-plea-cum-complaint with respect to deplorable public discourse we surround ourselves with, discourse, he says, that "has been obliterated in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113951877461113615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113951877461113615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113951877461113615' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-113941754075872604</id><published>2006-02-08T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:52:20.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael Gizzi at Demolicious, Feb. 5. The once-a-month Demolicious series has again found new quarters, this time at the Out of the Blue Gallery in Cambridge, and just in time to host Michael Gizzi last Sunday. Before Michael took the stage there was the customary open mic with short pieces from Irene Koronas, Jenny Grass, and two unexpected sound works from Charley Shively, one evoking George </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113941754075872604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113941754075872604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113941754075872604' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-113932371279256549</id><published>2006-02-07T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:21:43.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marshall Reese and Gary Sullivan at Segue, Feb. 4. First, this was hyper comedy and a brilliant pairing -- big thanks due curator Mitch Highfill for bringing Reese and Sullivan together. Most readers here know or know of Gary, but unless you've developed a taste for some specific intersection of video installation and poli-conceptualism, Reese may not be familiar. Frequent collaborator with Nora </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113932371279256549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113932371279256549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113932371279256549' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-113330277244070842</id><published>2005-11-29T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:23:37.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113330277244070842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113330277244070842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113330277244070842' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-113113140218901950</id><published>2005-11-04T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:10:02.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Organizing principle:  Curate readings where people invited look like you.  Jimmy goes for Seth. Kasey asks this guy.Ron S invites Dr. John.Brenda phones Lindsay.Xtina rings Willow Alyson Hannigan.Nada leans on http://hissandpop.com/celebrities/h/katehudson/photos/kate-hudson-001.jpg" target="main"&gt;Kate.Nada and Lee Ann fight over this one.Not to get morbid, if there were e-mail in heaven, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113113140218901950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113113140218901950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113113140218901950' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-113017391916185357</id><published>2005-10-24T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:40:04.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recent stuff online.The DuplicationsShampooMiPoesiaspersonnagesobscurs.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113017391916185357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/113017391916185357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113017391916185357' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-112990417609052907</id><published>2005-10-21T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:32:45.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night Anselm Berrigan and Tom Raworth read at MIT's Strata Center, the area's newest hot spot for catching a glimpse of imploding architectural stasis. There is good Gehry and bad, and this place bears all the limitations of an overly aestheticized, overly reworked convenience mall. (The Stasis Center?) Last night Anselm Berrigan and Tom Raworth read at MIT's Strata Center, the area's newest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/112990417609052907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/112990417609052907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112990417609052907' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-112440792025288431</id><published>2005-08-18T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:37:50.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Underutilized SpeciesPoems by Cook, County, Crane, Doud, Lansing, Pruitt, StrongJames Cook, Editor(Self-published for New Arts Festival, Gloucester) 2005Last Friday night mostly Gloucester-based writers gathered for a poetry marathon that included Gerrit Lansing, Patricia Pruitt, Sara Stozer (reading work by the late Linda Crane), James Cook, Patrick Doud, Christina Strong and Mike County. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/112440792025288431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/112440792025288431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112440792025288431' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-111222092576997799</id><published>2005-03-30T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:15:25.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robert Creeley’s poems are exceptional in their impassioned concision, unpretentious but highly focused lexicon, and offbeat cadences. These characteristics are apparent in work collected in his first trade edition, For Love: Poems 1950--1960. Issued in 1962, the volume was circulated nationally, instantly and widely acclaimed, the poetry judged as “spare and tender” by Allen Ginsberg and as a “</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/111222092576997799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/111222092576997799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111222092576997799' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-110987393457767276</id><published>2005-03-03T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T16:16:04.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ex-girlfriendshermeneutics    another winter scientific ferment outrightcurios pursuing l'amour    2 colonies</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/110987393457767276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/110987393457767276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110987393457767276' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-110980046140690136</id><published>2005-03-02T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:57:32.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.text1{position:absolute;right:342;top:0; width:112; height:194;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:58px }.text2{position:absolute;left:125;top:0; width:360; height:366;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:457px }.text3{position:absolute;left:110;top:0; width:409; height:291;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:61px }.text4{</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/110980046140690136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/110980046140690136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110980046140690136' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-110953356679188842</id><published>2005-02-27T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:19:31.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a name for something proves nothing. RightJames Schuyler marqueed. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/110953356679188842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/110953356679188842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110953356679188842' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060148.post-110943572340941263</id><published>2005-02-26T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T08:45:23.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It couldn't be simpler.Congealed pizza never tastes just right.Recite the lines ... Let them die downYou know what? I hadn't thought much about it. Until you brought the subject up.~~   *#****#   *####*It couldn't be more connected by "and" and "and."I'm sorry I mentioned it. It was meant as a lacy red missle, but it just goes to show you. The thrum of hummingbirds, indeed.Embellished imagery's a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/110943572340941263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5060148/posts/default/110943572340941263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vbn.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110943572340941263' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iVduYip8yF4/TLEBpCVZzEI/AAAAAAAAADc/mvNon6TrvRA/S220/stojk.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
