<?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-5459877534618075593</id><updated>2012-01-03T22:53:52.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the URCHIN series</title><subtitle type='html'>each reading celebrates the work of a single poet out on the streets of Philadelphia!  EVERYONE is welcome to participate!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-986941077025680230</id><published>2010-11-11T02:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T03:02:34.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AUDRE LORDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TNuhgPWlmGI/AAAAAAAABPY/fiKXOzcH3IY/s1600/AUDRE+LORDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538197742031312994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TNuhgPWlmGI/AAAAAAAABPY/fiKXOzcH3IY/s400/AUDRE%2BLORDE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;AUDRE LORDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/21/10&lt;br /&gt;2PM&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI'S ROOM BOOKSTORE&lt;br /&gt;(meet in Lesbian Poetry)&lt;br /&gt;corner of 12th &amp;amp; Pine&lt;br /&gt;PHILADELPHIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring your favorite&lt;br /&gt;Audre Lorde poems to read!&lt;br /&gt;It's inside so no one has&lt;br /&gt;to bitch and moan about&lt;br /&gt;the cold! AND BUY A POETRY&lt;br /&gt;BOOK WHILE YOU'RE THERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVEMENT SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck&lt;br /&gt;moving away from me&lt;br /&gt;beyond anger or failure&lt;br /&gt;your face in the evening schools of longing&lt;br /&gt;through mornings of wish and ripen&lt;br /&gt;we were always saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;in the blood in the bone over coffee&lt;br /&gt;before dashing for elevators going&lt;br /&gt;in opposite directions&lt;br /&gt;without goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not remember me as a bridge nor a roof&lt;br /&gt;as the maker of legends&lt;br /&gt;nor as a trap&lt;br /&gt;door to that world&lt;br /&gt;where black and white clericals&lt;br /&gt;hang on the edge of beauty in five oclock elevators&lt;br /&gt;twitching their shoulders to avoid other flesh&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;there is someone to speak for them&lt;br /&gt;moving away from me into tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;morning of wish and ripen&lt;br /&gt;your goodbye is a promise of lightning&lt;br /&gt;in the last angels hand&lt;br /&gt;unwelcome and warning&lt;br /&gt;the sands have run out against us&lt;br /&gt;we were rewarded by journeys&lt;br /&gt;away from each other&lt;br /&gt;into desire&lt;br /&gt;into mornings alone&lt;br /&gt;where excuse and endurance mingle&lt;br /&gt;conceiving decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not remember me&lt;br /&gt;as disaster&lt;br /&gt;nor as the keeper of secrets&lt;br /&gt;I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars&lt;br /&gt;watching&lt;br /&gt;you move slowly out of my bed&lt;br /&gt;saying we cannot waste time&lt;br /&gt;only ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME ONLINE AUDRE LORDE LINKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audre_Lorde"&gt;on Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/g_l/lorde/lorde.htm"&gt;on Modern American Poetry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/audre-lorde"&gt;on Poetry Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak."&lt;br /&gt;--AUDRE LORDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-986941077025680230?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/986941077025680230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/986941077025680230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/audre-lorde.html' title='AUDRE LORDE'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TNuhgPWlmGI/AAAAAAAABPY/fiKXOzcH3IY/s72-c/AUDRE%2BLORDE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-4605648693128869397</id><published>2010-08-24T13:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:16:49.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RICHARD BRAUTIGAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/THQIZDc0SgI/AAAAAAAABK0/ik2Qpngb5ok/s1600/RICHARD+BRAUTIGAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509037470696884738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/THQIZDc0SgI/AAAAAAAABK0/ik2Qpngb5ok/s400/RICHARD+BRAUTIGAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;RICHARD BRAUTIGAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/9/10&lt;br /&gt;10pm&lt;br /&gt;CHINATOWN&lt;br /&gt;corner of 10th &amp;amp; Arch&lt;br /&gt;PHILADELPHIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring your favorite Brautigan to read&lt;br /&gt;only rule is that everyone reads just&lt;br /&gt;one piece until everyone who wants to&lt;br /&gt;read has read SEE YOU THERE&lt;br /&gt;rain or shine poetry has no&lt;br /&gt;rain dates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I FEEL HORRIBLE, SHE DOESN'T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible. She doesn't&lt;br /&gt;love me and I wander around&lt;br /&gt;like a sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;that's just finished sewing&lt;br /&gt;a turd to a garbage can lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME ONLINE BRAUTIGAN LINKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Brautigan"&gt;WIKIPEDIA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brautigan.net/express.html"&gt;BRAUTIGAN DOT COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim Cory will also read a marvelous poem&lt;br /&gt;he wrote titled&lt;br /&gt;"everything &amp; everyone vs. Richard Brautigan"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-4605648693128869397?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/4605648693128869397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/4605648693128869397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/richard-brautigan.html' title='RICHARD BRAUTIGAN'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/THQIZDc0SgI/AAAAAAAABK0/ik2Qpngb5ok/s72-c/RICHARD+BRAUTIGAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-8225744753533782764</id><published>2010-08-07T10:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:18:05.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JONATHAN WILLIAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TF13GFpQJZI/AAAAAAAABIM/ymLvgNM5gK0/s1600/FRANKLINIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502685266194736530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TF13GFpQJZI/AAAAAAAABIM/ymLvgNM5gK0/s320/FRANKLINIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;JONATHAN WILLIAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Ear in Bartram's Tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, August 14th, 2pm&lt;br /&gt;under the Franklinia Tree at&lt;br /&gt;Bartram's Garden&lt;br /&gt;the 36 trolley goes to the garden&lt;br /&gt;or click &lt;a href="http://www.bartramsgarden.org/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for garden website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING YOUR FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN WILLIAMS POEMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CLICK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacketmagazine.com/38/jw-life-pictures.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; FOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JACKET MAGAZINE'S&lt;/em&gt; A LIFE IN PICTURES TRIBUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/williams_jonathan/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; FOR&lt;br /&gt;EPC TRIBUTE PAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chax.org/eoagh/issue3/issuethree/williams.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; FOR&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN'S POEMS IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EOAGH #3: QUEERING LANGUAGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reading is dedicated to Jonathan's partner,&lt;br /&gt;the poet &lt;a href="http://chax.org/eoagh/issue3/issuethree/meyer.html"&gt;Thomas Meyer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-8225744753533782764?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/8225744753533782764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/8225744753533782764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/jonathan-williams.html' title='JONATHAN WILLIAMS'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TF13GFpQJZI/AAAAAAAABIM/ymLvgNM5gK0/s72-c/FRANKLINIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-642872968809880371</id><published>2010-06-20T17:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:25:22.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DALLAS WIEBE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TB6EY2LBuBI/AAAAAAAABDM/LjW2jhUuAcE/s1600/DALLAS+WIEBE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484966958577334290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TB6EY2LBuBI/AAAAAAAABDM/LjW2jhUuAcE/s400/DALLAS+WIEBE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DALLAS WIEBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Kansas Poems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, July 7th, 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WORRY IF YOU DON'T HAVE HIS&lt;br /&gt;POEMS WE'LL PASS MY COPY OF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE KANSAS POEMS&lt;/em&gt; AROUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll meet at the abandonded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALDER SCULPTURE GARDEN&lt;br /&gt;22nd &amp;amp; Benjamin Franklin Parkway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas Wiebe wrote over 60 tiny poems titled "TORNADO"&lt;br /&gt;here are 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORNADO&lt;br /&gt;Some places&lt;br /&gt;It's called&lt;br /&gt;urban renewal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORNADO&lt;br /&gt;You do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;through a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORNADO&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favor&lt;br /&gt;And wipe out&lt;br /&gt;the rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORNADO&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gets Old Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOME ONLINE LINKS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burningdeck.com/catalog/wiebe.html"&gt;on BURNING DECK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5304944-the-kansas-poems"&gt;on GOODREADS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2008/05/passing-of-writer-dallas-wiebe-1930.html"&gt;on DENISE LOW'S BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-642872968809880371?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/642872968809880371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/642872968809880371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/dallas-wiebe.html' title='DALLAS WIEBE'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TB6EY2LBuBI/AAAAAAAABDM/LjW2jhUuAcE/s72-c/DALLAS+WIEBE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-7335874087819665619</id><published>2010-06-09T01:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:35:03.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>POETS FOR LIVING WATERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TA8jy_AyCNI/AAAAAAAABC0/aCwH5FXja7A/s1600/DELAWARE+RIVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480638630348327122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TA8jy_AyCNI/AAAAAAAABC0/aCwH5FXja7A/s200/DELAWARE+RIVER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS PART OF &lt;a href="http://poetsforlivingwaters.com/"&gt;POETS FOR LIVING WATERS&lt;/a&gt; WE CELEBRATED IN PHILADELPHIA WITH A SPECIAL LORINE NIEDECKER URCHIN READING ON &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Franklin_Bridge"&gt;THE BENJAMIN FRANKLIN BRIDGE&lt;/a&gt;. THIS BRIDGE CONNECTS PHILADELPHIA TO CAMDEN, CROSSING &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delaware_River"&gt;THE DELWARE RIVER&lt;/a&gt;. WE READ NIEDECKER'S POEMS AT THE CENTER OF THE BRIDGE WHERE THE CURRENT BELOW US WAS STRONGEST, PULLING EVERYTHING OUT TO THE OCEAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poets reading in photo below:&lt;br /&gt;(down front) &lt;a href="http://www.debrahmorkun.com/"&gt;Debrah Morkun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(behind Debrah with his shaman walking stick) &lt;a href="http://jacobrussellsbarkingdog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jacob Russell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(left to right) &lt;a href="http://ryaneckes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ryan Eckes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wavepoetry.com/authors/54"&gt;Dorothea Lasky&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.newphiladelphiapoets.com/post/231088245/q-a-w-sarah-heady"&gt;Sarah Heady&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.omnidawn.com/contest/contest_2008.htm"&gt;Michelle Taransky&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://electiveaffinitiesusa.blogspot.com/2010/02/jamie-townsend.html"&gt;Jamie Townsend&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://penumbrae.wordpress.com/"&gt;Gregory Bem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(back row, left to right) &lt;a href="http://youngphillypolitics.com/user/sam_durso"&gt;Sam Durso&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.philadelphiastories.org/waiting-test-results-kitchen"&gt;Laura Spagnoli&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://caconrad.blogspot.com/"&gt;CAConrad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TA8iVWsKiBI/AAAAAAAABCs/7BTGpPHV8gM/s1600/URCHIN+READING+FOR+NIEDECKER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480637021796599826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TA8iVWsKiBI/AAAAAAAABCs/7BTGpPHV8gM/s400/URCHIN+READING+FOR+NIEDECKER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-7335874087819665619?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/7335874087819665619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/7335874087819665619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/poets-for-living-waters.html' title='POETS FOR LIVING WATERS'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/TA8jy_AyCNI/AAAAAAAABC0/aCwH5FXja7A/s72-c/DELAWARE+RIVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-387977156403457761</id><published>2010-05-27T18:12:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:19:36.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LORINE NIEDECKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/S_7u6zwX2GI/AAAAAAAABAQ/cpvRliW3RKo/s1600/LORINE+NIEDECKER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476076891022022754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/S_7u6zwX2GI/AAAAAAAABAQ/cpvRliW3RKo/s400/LORINE+NIEDECKER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;LORINE NIEDECKER&lt;br /&gt;over tidal water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuesday, 6/8/10, 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be reading Niedecker's poems&lt;br /&gt;on the Benjamin Franklin Bridge&lt;br /&gt;over the Deleware River in&lt;br /&gt;conjunction with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://poetsforlivingwaters.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poets for Living Waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the walking path of the bridge,&lt;br /&gt;walk toward Camden. We will read her&lt;br /&gt;poems at the midway point, where&lt;br /&gt;the current is strongest, pulling&lt;br /&gt;all vessels toward the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I rose from marsh mud&lt;br /&gt;algae, equisetum, willows,&lt;br /&gt;sweet green, noisy&lt;br /&gt;birds and frogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see her wed in the rich&lt;br /&gt;rich silence of the church,&lt;br /&gt;the little white slave-girl&lt;br /&gt;in her diamond fronds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In aisle and arch&lt;br /&gt;the satin secret collects&lt;br /&gt;United for life to serve&lt;br /&gt;silver. Possessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some online Niedecker links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lorineniedecker.org/"&gt;Lorine Niedecker . org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/niedecker/"&gt;EPC page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Early in life I looked back of our buildings to the lake and said, 'I am what I am because of all this -- I am what is around me -- those woods have made me...' I used to feel I was goofing off unless I held only to the hard, clear image, the thing you could put your hand on but now I dare do this reflection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Lorine Niedecker, from a letter to Gail Roub&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-387977156403457761?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/387977156403457761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/387977156403457761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/05/lorine-niedecker.html' title='LORINE NIEDECKER'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/S_7u6zwX2GI/AAAAAAAABAQ/cpvRliW3RKo/s72-c/LORINE+NIEDECKER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-6771897026883449534</id><published>2010-04-01T23:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:09:17.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGE OPPEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/S7Vgij3ogcI/AAAAAAAAA-A/81fj4N-7fmY/s1600/George+Oppen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455372670489625026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/S7Vgij3ogcI/AAAAAAAAA-A/81fj4N-7fmY/s400/George+Oppen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GEORGE OPPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;above the image of the engine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 4/11/10, 2pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING YOUR FAVORITE OPPEN POEMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to the top floor of the parking garage on&lt;br /&gt;15th Street between Locust and Spruce&lt;br /&gt;garage entrance is in the middle of the block&lt;br /&gt;(between Fox &amp;amp; Hound and Buca Di Beppo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be reading on the west end of the roof&lt;br /&gt;(just walk straight ahead after getting off the elevator)&lt;br /&gt;from up there we can best see the image of the engine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from "Image of the Engine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even in the beautiful bony children&lt;br /&gt;Who arise in the morning have left behind&lt;br /&gt;Them worn and squalid toys in the trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a grimy death of love. The lost&lt;br /&gt;Glitter of the stores!&lt;br /&gt;The streets of stores!&lt;br /&gt;Crossed by the streets of stores&lt;br /&gt;And every crevice of the city leaking&lt;br /&gt;Rubble: concrete, conduit, pipe, a crumbling&lt;br /&gt;Rubble of our roots . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some online Oppen links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPPEN ON &lt;a href="http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Oppen.php"&gt;PENNSOUND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPPEN &lt;a href="http://writing.upenn.edu/epc/authors/oppen/"&gt;EPC Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Blau DuPlessis on Oppen in &lt;a href="http://jacketmagazine.com/36/oppen-duplessis.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacket Magazine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I choose to believe in the natural consciousness, I see what the deer see, the desire NOT TO is the desire to be alone in fear of equality/ I see what the grass (blade) would see if it had eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--George Oppen, from his notebooks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-6771897026883449534?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/6771897026883449534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/6771897026883449534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/04/george-oppen.html' title='GEORGE OPPEN'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/S7Vgij3ogcI/AAAAAAAAA-A/81fj4N-7fmY/s72-c/George+Oppen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-4969745566930645085</id><published>2010-03-15T21:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:15:55.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamantia's THE BLOOD OF THE AIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/S57jNVa5IGI/AAAAAAAAA84/oZYV9NssExs/s1600-h/Philip+Lamantia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449042417392623714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/S57jNVa5IGI/AAAAAAAAA84/oZYV9NssExs/s320/Philip+Lamantia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 marks the 40th anniversary&lt;br /&gt;of the publication of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philip Lamantia's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BLOOD OF THE AIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come read and celebrate this amazing book&lt;br /&gt;on the Vernal Equinox, March 20th&lt;br /&gt;at 5pm&lt;br /&gt;at the benches at&lt;br /&gt;4th and Bainbridge (one block south of South Street)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: AT 7PM ONE BLOCK AWAY AT BRICKBAT BOOKS&lt;br /&gt;COME CELEBRATE &lt;a href="http://bestnightmareyouget.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAN MIR'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BOOK PARTY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Lamantia's &lt;em&gt;THE BLOOD OF THE AIR&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Altesia or the Lava Flow of Mount Rainier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are come to me like fondling depths I'm at the Pont-Neuf&lt;br /&gt;Say I shackle and unshackle the meat drippings of art&lt;br /&gt;A threshold of owl eyes spanning Mount Olympus&lt;br /&gt;Turning coat tails and hood menageries of certain Parisian streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grave look sizzling pages of Nicholas Flamel's lost book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would free the prison snarling from your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is my hurricane&lt;br /&gt;And the ache of traversing San Francisco with guillotines of history&lt;br /&gt;At every intersection North Beach to Mission Dolores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gilt-edged XIXth-century edition of Edward Young's &lt;em&gt;Night Thoughts&lt;/em&gt; opens in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What if it were&lt;br /&gt;My turn at blindman's bluff and you were "it"&lt;br /&gt;Running over a gigantic mirror&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On a cow field in Normandy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-4969745566930645085?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/4969745566930645085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/4969745566930645085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/03/lamantias-blood-of-air.html' title='Lamantia&apos;s &lt;EM&gt;THE BLOOD OF THE AIR&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/S57jNVa5IGI/AAAAAAAAA84/oZYV9NssExs/s72-c/Philip+Lamantia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-670859387066688543</id><published>2009-11-14T17:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:03:27.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GERTRUDE STEIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/Sv8qQQjXCSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hLkvYvxa_RE/s1600-h/Statue+of+Gertrue+Stein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404084536677435682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/Sv8qQQjXCSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hLkvYvxa_RE/s400/Statue+of+Gertrue+Stein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GERTRUDE STEIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the Picasso Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 1/3/10, 2pm&lt;br /&gt;we'll meet in the lobby at&lt;br /&gt;the back entrance of the&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia Museum of Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 2:15 after we get our tickets&lt;br /&gt;(you only have to pay $1 this day)&lt;br /&gt;we'll go to the modern wing to&lt;br /&gt;the Picasso Room, in case you're late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING YOUR FAVORITE STEIN!&lt;br /&gt;Let's taunt Picasso's ghost!&lt;br /&gt;The ONE WOMAN he couldn't bully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;History is this.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Human nature is the same that is not history.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A dog is dissatisfied and restless that is not a history.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He is unpleasant in all his little ways and we do not care about him &lt;br /&gt;although we forgive him that also is not history.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The son of Mrs. Roux has failed in his examinations that is to say&lt;br /&gt;he has been discouraged from attempting them that is not history.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What is history they make history.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In times of attention they are not certain that they will obtain what&lt;br /&gt;they wish this might be history but it is not history.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Intention is not history nor finality finality is not history. Think what&lt;br /&gt;is history.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mildred made and knew history.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pierre does not make but fears history.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bernard leaves and leans on history.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once upon a time a couple had a dog who aroused universal ad-&lt;br /&gt;miration.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They were by nature interested in antithesis. They followed when&lt;br /&gt;they came they were much in use and equally they were amused.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;--from&lt;em&gt; HISTORY OR MESSAGES FROM HISTORY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME ONLINE STEIN LINKS&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Stein.html"&gt;her MP3 files on &lt;em&gt;PENNSOUND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gertrude_Stein"&gt;her Wikipedia page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tenderbuttons.com/"&gt;Tender Buttons site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-670859387066688543?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/670859387066688543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/670859387066688543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/gertrude-stein.html' title='GERTRUDE STEIN'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/Sv8qQQjXCSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hLkvYvxa_RE/s72-c/Statue+of+Gertrue+Stein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-3202958683024808296</id><published>2009-04-27T18:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:07:02.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPICER'S VOCABULARY RISES AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SfYrwI0shII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Q70pGQmlsw0/s1600-h/Spicer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329495315041780866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SfYrwI0shII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Q70pGQmlsw0/s320/Spicer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(portrait from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://openlettersmonthly.com/issue/january-2009-jack-spicer/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JARED WHITE'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; review)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JACK SPICER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THE FOUR OF CUPS READING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(The four of cups was used on the&lt;br /&gt;cover of his Black Sparrow collection,&lt;br /&gt;and the four of cups BODLY means&lt;br /&gt;"WELCOME INTO THE FAMILY!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TUESDAY, 5/12/09, 7PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AGAINST THE WALL OF DIRTY FRANK'S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13th &amp;amp; Pine Streets, PHILADELPHIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BRING YOUR FAVORITE SPICER POEMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if it rains bring an umbrella NO RAIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DATES FOR POETRY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exerpt from A POEM TO THE READER OF THE POEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said this was a poem to the reader&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to dig a pitfall&lt;br /&gt;Only you could fall into.&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Know how terribly far&lt;br /&gt;From last night you are.&lt;br /&gt;If I am old when you read this,&lt;br /&gt;If I am dead when you read this,&lt;br /&gt;Darling, darling, darling,&lt;br /&gt;It was last night&lt;br /&gt;When I wrestled with you.&lt;br /&gt;I am wrestling with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME ONLINE SPICER LINKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chax.org/eoagh/issue3/issuethree/spicer.html"&gt;from &lt;em&gt;EOAGH: QUEERING LANGUAGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PILLAR OF SALT" by Jack Spicer, with an AFTERWORD by Kevin Killian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Spicer.html"&gt;on PENNSOUND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacketmagazine.com/07/index.shtml"&gt;feature in &lt;em&gt;JACKET MAGAZINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/spicer/"&gt;his EPC PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenation.com/doc/20090105/schwabsky?rel=hp_books"&gt;review in &lt;em&gt;THE NATION&lt;/em&gt; by BARRY SCHWABSKY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T HAVE A COPY OF HIS NEW COLLECTION &lt;em&gt;MY VOCABULARY DID THIS TO ME,&lt;/em&gt; THEN PLEASE CONSIDER BUYING IT FROM &lt;a href="http://www.citylights.com/"&gt;CITY LIGHTS&lt;/a&gt; OR &lt;a href="http://www.mtbs.com/"&gt;MODERN TIMES&lt;/a&gt; IN SAN FRANCISCO IN HONOR OF SPICER'S LOVE FOR THE BAY AREA, OR BUY IT FROM A LOCAL &lt;em&gt;INDEPENDENT&lt;/em&gt; BOOKSTORE SOMEWHERE BUT &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; FROM AMAZON, &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; FROM BARNES &amp;amp; NOBLE AND &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; FROM BORDERS FOR CRIPES SAKE! KEEP IT &lt;em&gt;LOCAL&lt;/em&gt; AND KEEP IT &lt;em&gt;INDEPENDENT&lt;/em&gt; IN HONOR OF SPICER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-3202958683024808296?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/3202958683024808296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/3202958683024808296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/jack-spicers-vocabulary-did-it-to-him.html' title='&lt;em&gt;SPICER&apos;S VOCABULARY RISES AGAIN!&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SfYrwI0shII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Q70pGQmlsw0/s72-c/Spicer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-8195701760715752060</id><published>2008-11-01T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:49:08.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank O'Hara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SQvYXjLNasI/AAAAAAAAApI/PuZT7jiJLQA/s1600-h/Frank+O"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263538488603404994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SQvYXjLNasI/AAAAAAAAApI/PuZT7jiJLQA/s320/Frank+O%27Hara+portrait+by+Alice+Neel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(portrait by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aliceneel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alice Neel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FULL MOON&lt;br /&gt;FRANK O'HARA&lt;br /&gt;READING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 11/13/08, 7:30pm&lt;br /&gt;front entrance of the&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia Museum of Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING YOUR FAVORITE O'HARA POEMS TO READ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL ARE WELCOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from "HOW TO GET THERE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;from the index finger&lt;br /&gt;to the vast empty houses filled with people, their echoes&lt;br /&gt;of lies and the tendrils of fog trailing softly around their throats&lt;br /&gt;now the phone can be answered, nobody calling, only an echo&lt;br /&gt;all can confess to be home and waiting, all is the same&lt;br /&gt;and we drift into the clear sky enthralled by our disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;never to be alone again&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;never to be loved&lt;br /&gt;sailing through space: didn't I have you once for my self?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;West Side?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for a couple of hours, but I am not that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ABOUT O'HARA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDLwivcpFe8"&gt;on YOU TUBE reading "HAVING A COKE WITH YOU"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frankohara.org/"&gt;Frank O'Hara.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetrysociety.org/journal/articles/tributes/ohara.html"&gt;Poetry Society Tribute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_O"&gt;his Wikipedia page&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-8195701760715752060?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/8195701760715752060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/8195701760715752060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/frank-ohara.html' title='Frank O&apos;Hara'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SQvYXjLNasI/AAAAAAAAApI/PuZT7jiJLQA/s72-c/Frank+O%27Hara+portrait+by+Alice+Neel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-238330180965875877</id><published>2008-09-23T10:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:41:46.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALEXANDRA GRILIKHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SNj9MWBe1BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/insoZ-Xx_X8/s1600-h/Alexandra+Grilikhes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249223754212365330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SNj9MWBe1BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/insoZ-Xx_X8/s400/Alexandra+Grilikhes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELEBRATING A LEGENDARY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHILADELPHIA POET DURING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HER FAVORITE MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEXANDRA GRILIKHES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THURSDAY, 10/16/08, 7:30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;corner of 10th &amp;amp; Pine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look for the sign:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALEXANDRA GRILIKHES LIVED HERE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING YOUR FAVORITE GRILIKHES POEMS TO READ!&lt;br /&gt;AND BRING A FLASHLIGHT AND UMBRELLA IF IT RAINS!&lt;br /&gt;POETRY HAS NO RAIN DATES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from &lt;em&gt;EMBLEMS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn and die. The&lt;br /&gt;engine again. That was a day&lt;br /&gt;I let go quickly and slowly the&lt;br /&gt;turn of the pages together by&lt;br /&gt;water and flame, fused words.&lt;br /&gt;What did it mean? What does feel&lt;br /&gt;mean? How does it fit? Three of us&lt;br /&gt;eating a last meal at the seashore, the&lt;br /&gt;van burning with my poems packed in a&lt;br /&gt;box. I like the idea of a big&lt;br /&gt;dumb enemy out there, he said.&lt;br /&gt;That's how it fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT GRILIKHES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/HotSprings/3464/tributes/Grilikhes.html"&gt;her years at the University of Pennsylvania&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chax.org/eoagh/issue3/issuethree/grilikhes.html"&gt;EOAGH Issue #3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Queering-Language.html#Philadelphia-2007"&gt;EOAGH reading (see #5 and #6)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spdbooks.org/details.asp?BookID=1560232137"&gt;her novel YIN FIRE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://phillysound.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html"&gt;mention at top of this interview with Rachel Blau Duplessis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And if they are not perfect we criticize them for not being good enough. We consume performances like food. Yet we are never satisfied because we always want the next performance. And then we are still not satisfied. I wonder if our lack of satisfaction is that we can't be satisfied by watching and consuming a performance because we need to feel our participation in the piece; to feel the wave of the universe in our bodies, to feel what anthropologists call &lt;em&gt;participation mystique.&lt;/em&gt; And the real reason we attend performance is to maybe try and catch the wave that we see in the performer's body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Alexandra Grilikhes, from a conversation with Masaki Iwana (American Writing, 1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.madpoetssociety.com/blog/2007/06/09/chatting-with-michele-belluomini/"&gt;Michele Belluomini&lt;/a&gt;, literary executor to the Grilikhes estate) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-238330180965875877?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/238330180965875877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/238330180965875877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/09/celebrating-legendary-philadelphia-poet.html' title='ALEXANDRA GRILIKHES'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SNj9MWBe1BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/insoZ-Xx_X8/s72-c/Alexandra+Grilikhes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-2890027657540058359</id><published>2008-08-20T10:54:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:13:07.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TED BERRIGAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SKwwgtIL-VI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pNdcQUDYyIg/s1600-h/Ted+Berrigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236613805152926034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SKwwgtIL-VI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pNdcQUDYyIg/s400/Ted+Berrigan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;INVADING THE PHILADELPHIA FRINGE FESTIVAL WITH THE POET WHO LOVED AND WELCOMED ALL POETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TED BERRIGAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIDAY, 9/12/08, 7:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;corner of Elfreth's Alley &amp;amp; 2nd St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(on 2nd btw Race and Arch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look for the sign TED BERRIGAN IS HERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BRING YOUR FAVORITE TED BERRIGAN POEMS TO READ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(if it rains we'll read inside the Philly Fringe Office)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Minuet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the bear eats honey&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;between the harbored sighs&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;inside my heart&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;where you were&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;no longer exists&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;blank bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT BERRIGAN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucpress.edu/books/pages/10142.php"&gt;THE COLLECTED POEMS PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/berrigan/"&gt;EPC PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Berrigan.html"&gt;PENNSOUND PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/724"&gt;POETS.ORG PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Berrigan"&gt;WIKIPEDIA PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"One of the more pronounced themes of Ted Berrigan's poetry career was his encouragement of younger poets: he spoke &amp;amp; practiced an ethic of encouragement. Partly he was obsessed by the fact that he had managed to become a poet in spite of obstacles of class background &amp;amp; everyone's &amp;amp; his general obtuseness about poetry. One thing he used to say was to the effect, 'All I've ever wanted is to be a poet, &amp;amp; I've gotten my wish... And I didn't say 'great poet'--I don't want that--I said 'poet.'' The implication was that to want to be a 'great poet' was a slightly inferior aspiration; to be a poet was magical &amp;amp; complete."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--Alice Notley, from preface of the Susan Timmons book &lt;em&gt;LOCKED FROM THE OUTSIDE,&lt;/em&gt; winner of the inaugural Ted Berrigan Award in 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-2890027657540058359?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/2890027657540058359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/2890027657540058359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/ted-berrigan.html' title='TED BERRIGAN'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SKwwgtIL-VI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pNdcQUDYyIg/s72-c/Ted+Berrigan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459877534618075593.post-8997565861285413033</id><published>2008-07-22T14:50:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:18:09.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the experiment begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SIYwBk7HTMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/aRkdGH2gsB0/s1600-h/MINA+LOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225917221259660482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SIYwBk7HTMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/aRkdGH2gsB0/s400/MINA+LOY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OUR POET OF MERGING&lt;br /&gt;CELESTIAL BODIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MINA LOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday, AUGUST 14TH, 7:30pm&lt;br /&gt;corner of 2nd &amp;amp; Market&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(look for the sign&lt;strong&gt; MINA LOY IS HERE!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING YOUR FAVORITE MINA LOY POEMS TO READ!&lt;br /&gt;(if it rains we'll read down in the subway at the same corner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Out of the severing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Of hill from hill&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The interim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Of star from star&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The nascent&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Static&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Of night"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;--Mina Loy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT LOY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leftbankreview.com/leftbankreview/1stQtr-00/front.html"&gt;LEFT BANK REVIEW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cwru.edu/artsci/engl/VSALM/mod/wolkowski/main.html"&gt;WOLKOWSKI'S LOY PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/g_l/loy/loy.htm"&gt;MODERN POETRY PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mina_Loy"&gt;WIKIPEDIA PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you are very frank with yourself and don't mind how ridiculous anything that comes to you may seem, you will have a chance of capturing the symbol of your direct reaction. The antique way to live and express life was to say it according to the rules. But the modern flings herself at life and lets herself feel what she does feel, then upon the very tick of the second she snatches the images of life that fly through the brain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;--Mina Loy, from a 1917 interview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459877534618075593-8997565861285413033?l=urchinpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/8997565861285413033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459877534618075593/posts/default/8997565861285413033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchinpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/07/mina-loy-poetry-for-urchin-series.html' title='the experiment begins'/><author><name>poet CAConrad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocoOUlvleoY/TmDbuggPPTI/AAAAAAAABro/EWHcfOnpveA/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B09.25%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vy9H2bBCxYk/SIYwBk7HTMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/aRkdGH2gsB0/s72-c/MINA+LOY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
