<?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-4082266</id><updated>2011-08-25T07:05:19.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Poetry Guild</title><subtitle type='html'>notes on guild, poetry, and San Diego</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-112317515133908523</id><published>2005-08-04T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T10:05:51.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illinois Valley Poetry Guild</title><summary type='text'>I'm passing the SDPG torch to some able bodies here in SoCal and moving to Chicago, where I'll be starting a new guild based somewhere along the Illinois River. Many thanks to current, past, and future sdpg.blogspot readers.To contact the Guild in San Diego, write to: guild "at" factoryschool.orgTo contact me, write to: bmarsh "at" factoryschool.orgCome fall, I'll be blogging via the dead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/112317515133908523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/112317515133908523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/08/illinois-valley-poetry-guild.html' title='Illinois Valley Poetry Guild'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-112204020007613139</id><published>2005-07-22T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T06:50:00.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Czo.jpg</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/112204020007613139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/112204020007613139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/07/czojpg.html' title='Czo.jpg'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-112065769908780639</id><published>2005-07-06T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T06:48:19.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflake.jpg</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/112065769908780639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/112065769908780639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/07/snowflakejpg.html' title='Snowflake.jpg'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111884972804408199</id><published>2005-06-15T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T08:35:28.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes.jpg</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111884972804408199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111884972804408199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/06/shoesjpg.html' title='Shoes.jpg'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111806389736838421</id><published>2005-06-06T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T06:18:55.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Landfill.jpg</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111806389736838421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111806389736838421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/06/landfilljpg.html' title='Landfill.jpg'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111780398534287068</id><published>2005-06-03T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T06:07:35.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperanto Jr.jpg</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111780398534287068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111780398534287068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/06/desperanto-jrjpg.html' title='Desperanto Jr.jpg'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111754520847754205</id><published>2005-05-31T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T06:15:48.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beflute.jpg</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111754520847754205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111754520847754205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/05/beflutejpg.html' title='Beflute.jpg'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111703173631026206</id><published>2005-05-25T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T08:39:01.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synaesthetic Chortle (A Response to Jonathan Mayhew's</title><summary type='text'>Questions for Ron Silliman (and everyone else too))1. What is your sense of the poetic tradition? How far back does your particular historical sense range? What defines your tradition? Nationality, language, aesthetic posture? What aspect of your poetic idiolect or tradition most distinguishes you from your closest poetic collaborators? Wavering cloud cover soup in a bowl of deep dark yoga </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/111703173631026206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=111703173631026206' title='108 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111703173631026206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111703173631026206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/05/synaesthetic-chortle-response-to.html' title='Synaesthetic Chortle (A Response to Jonathan Mayhew&apos;s'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>108</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111696807873718411</id><published>2005-05-24T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:56:01.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bemsha Swings Questions</title><summary type='text'>About poetry and poetic tradition, alliances, allegiances, allegations. Check in, drop out, shoot an answer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111696807873718411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111696807873718411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/05/bemsha-swings-questions.html' title='Bemsha Swings Questions'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111676924846201848</id><published>2005-05-22T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T06:40:48.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Press Distronation</title><summary type='text'>My prediction is that, as more and more poetry publishers realize what SPD has become (the "lowest rung" as opposed to the "cutting edge"), new points of entry will be imagined, developed, and implemented by publishers to create an organization of some kind that will make cutting-edge publishing actually appealing to the academy, to libraries, and to booksellers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111676924846201848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111676924846201848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/05/small-press-distronation.html' title='Small Press Distronation'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111653637100879513</id><published>2005-05-19T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T13:59:31.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witless Witticism #2</title><summary type='text'>The question shouldn't be "Are you a poet?" but "What's your poetry and where do I get some?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/111653637100879513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=111653637100879513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111653637100879513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111653637100879513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/05/witless-witticism-2.html' title='Witless Witticism #2'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111651404297239651</id><published>2005-05-18T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T13:59:51.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Border Round</title><summary type='text'>Are we brinking it best through poetry?A persistent question.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/111651404297239651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=111651404297239651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111651404297239651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111651404297239651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/05/border-round.html' title='Border Round'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111572900080951968</id><published>2005-05-10T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T05:43:20.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MLBLH p.58 begin</title><summary type='text'>At the time the perpetual Latin of love kept things hidden</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111572900080951968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111572900080951968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/05/mlblh-p58-begin.html' title='MLBLH p.58 begin'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111548114067633789</id><published>2005-05-07T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:04:03.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antennae 7</title><summary type='text'>May 2005cover stamp and drawings/text bymark boothpoems bybill marsh / president of the united hearts / ray bianchi / brenda iijima/ james wagner / kiki anderson / rob halpern / robert lax &amp; john beer / daniel borzutsky / kari edwards / dan machlin / matt turnera play bykara feelymusic scores byjennifer walshe / michael pisaro$6Payable to Jesse Seldess / 2325 W Ainslie #1 / Chicago / IL / </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111548114067633789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111548114067633789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/05/antennae-7.html' title='Antennae 7'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111532437624494671</id><published>2005-05-05T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:25:52.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witless Witticism #1</title><summary type='text'>What the older generation of poets seems slowest to give up is the idea of "the work"--that still-warm cadaver of literary labor free-standing in a pool of definite articles--and toward this fundamental commitment many have swarmed in search of food, fame, and friendship.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/111532437624494671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=111532437624494671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111532437624494671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111532437624494671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/05/witless-witticism-1.html' title='Witless Witticism #1'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111443687624784073</id><published>2005-04-25T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T06:47:56.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SD Poetry Radio</title><summary type='text'>Check outhttp://myvocabulary.blogspot.com/new indy music and poetryin San Diego!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/111443687624784073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=111443687624784073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111443687624784073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111443687624784073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/04/sd-poetry-radio.html' title='SD Poetry Radio'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-111193842806051035</id><published>2005-03-27T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:47:08.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLBLH p. 55 begin</title><summary type='text'>Any photographer will tell you the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/111193842806051035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=111193842806051035' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111193842806051035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/111193842806051035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/03/mlblh-p-55-begin.html' title='MLBLH p. 55 begin'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110995098623036856</id><published>2005-03-04T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:45:06.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Slam and the Christian Right</title><summary type='text'>About fifty people meet to judge poetry. The stated rules are pretty clear: three minute time limit, no props, no costumes, just the poet and his/her voice; maximum score 10, minimum score 0, points deducted for every 15 seconds over time; poets judged on "content" and "performance" (5 points each); five judges instructed to be consistent in scoring but also responsive to audience feedback; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110995098623036856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110995098623036856' title='351 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110995098623036856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110995098623036856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/03/san-diego-slam-and-christian-right.html' title='San Diego Slam and the Christian Right'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>351</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110804715185925594</id><published>2005-02-10T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T06:53:15.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLBLH p.52 begin</title><summary type='text'>Religion is a vague lowing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110804715185925594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110804715185925594' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110804715185925594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110804715185925594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/02/mlblh-p52-begin.html' title='MLBLH p.52 begin'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110618449153584974</id><published>2005-01-19T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:47:45.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem Can Now Be Written</title><summary type='text'>"...a poem can now be written free of commitment to, or even knowledge of, the formal or material conventions for receiving the poem. ...an author can now create the formal or material conventions for receiving a poem (epitomized in what we now call interface design) free of any specific knowledge about what actual source content will be delivered into that frame."News from Alan Liu's recent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110618449153584974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110618449153584974' title='92 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110618449153584974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110618449153584974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/01/poem-can-now-be-written.html' title='A Poem Can Now Be Written'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>92</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110529349443339293</id><published>2005-01-09T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T10:00:02.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pix, Audio</title><summary type='text'>From the last Korova event and Jennifer K. Dick reading.SDPG Web</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110529349443339293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110529349443339293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110529349443339293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110529349443339293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-pix-audio.html' title='New Pix, Audio'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110528575242859069</id><published>2005-01-09T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T07:49:12.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...DLG...</title><summary type='text'>language is inherited from the dead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110528575242859069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110528575242859069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/01/dlg.html' title='...DLG...'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110477254306452616</id><published>2005-01-03T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T10:53:01.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year-End/Begin Update</title><summary type='text'>Two years ago, SDPG took off in heavy winds. Now, on the eve of anniversary-2, the skies have opened up with rain. And lots of it. Most know San Diego for its near-ubiquitous sunshine and mild climates, but take a trip out here in December or January, or in March and April when the spring storms hit, and you'll see a different and much wetter side of this "finest city."The Guild is still a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110477254306452616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110477254306452616' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110477254306452616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110477254306452616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2005/01/year-endbegin-update.html' title='Year-End/Begin Update'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110419896536941510</id><published>2004-12-27T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T07:54:01.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLBLH p.48 begin</title><summary type='text'>I wrote my name in every one of his books</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110419896536941510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110419896536941510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/12/mlblh-p48-begin.html' title='MLBLH p.48 begin'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110358120057926963</id><published>2004-12-20T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T14:21:43.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viderupt.jpg</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110358120057926963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110358120057926963' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110358120057926963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110358120057926963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/12/videruptjpg.html' title='Viderupt.jpg'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110253628920790147</id><published>2004-12-15T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T14:22:36.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Method: Editing (part two)</title><summary type='text'>Back in October (on Halloween, in fact), I posted a little something about editing and never got around to finishing it. I'll do that now but, first, to summarize that 10.31.2004 post:A poetic document is always divided into a great number of separate pieces, and an actual poem, ready for use as poetry, must take into account this basic property of the poetic document. The construction of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110253628920790147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110253628920790147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110253628920790147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110253628920790147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/12/poetic-method-editing-part-two_15.html' title='Poetic Method: Editing (part two)'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110245030688642717</id><published>2004-12-07T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T07:06:00.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAN-OAK-SAN: Poetry and Strategy</title><summary type='text'>(rough draft of an introduction NOT read at the New Brutalist reading this past Sunday)12.04The longer the line, the shorter the wait [now boarding]. Should this be an introduction to a poetry of strategic intervention? Instead, I am here to use poetry strategically. Poetry is often at its best when strategic, and a poetics is a calibration of good strategies.Note: one fine uni-ball is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110245030688642717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110245030688642717' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110245030688642717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110245030688642717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/12/san-oak-san-poetry-and-strategy.html' title='SAN-OAK-SAN: Poetry and Strategy'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110175048063412892</id><published>2004-11-29T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T09:48:00.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open [up the] Mike</title><summary type='text'>San Diego Poetry Guild hosts "Open [up the] Mike" this Wednesday, December 1, 2004, 7-9pm, at Korova Coffee Bar (4496 Park Blvd.), just south of Adams on Park.If you're anywhere near San Diego, please come and share your work, ideas, pictures, songs, jokes, ..., whatever else moves and motivates. Projection, amplification, screen, and image/sound database at your disposal.Hope to see you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110175048063412892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110175048063412892' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110175048063412892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110175048063412892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/11/open-up-mike.html' title='Open [up the] Mike'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110045459768665181</id><published>2004-11-14T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T09:49:57.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><summary type='text'>sorry everybody</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110045459768665181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110045459768665181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110045459768665181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110045459768665181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/11/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-110027268107407969</id><published>2004-11-12T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T07:18:22.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>It is hard to turn away from moving water</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/110027268107407969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=110027268107407969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110027268107407969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/110027268107407969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109984312692757982</id><published>2004-11-07T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T07:58:46.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W(ill) &amp; Capital</title><summary type='text'>In what sense is 51% a mandate? When capital is accumulated through margins of profit. "I earned political capital, and now I intend to spend it." How can 1.5% represent the national will?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109984312692757982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109984312692757982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109984312692757982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109984312692757982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/11/will-capital.html' title='W(ill) &amp; Capital'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109966829310895364</id><published>2004-11-05T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T06:51:07.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guild Words</title><summary type='text'>The following is a list of words that we at S.D.P.G. use to describe ourselves:active, activist, building, candid(ly), care(ing), challenge, change, children, choice, citizen, commitment, common sense, compete, confident, conflict, control, courage, crusade, debate, dream, duty, eliminate good time in prison, empower, fair, family, freedom, hard work, help, humane, inventive, initiative, lead, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109966829310895364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109966829310895364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109966829310895364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109966829310895364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/11/guild-words.html' title='Guild Words'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109952585380005292</id><published>2004-11-03T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T13:49:20.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Blue State (of Mine)</title><summary type='text'>If you voted for Bushthen you have delivered whatthe Bush Team now calls a mandate.In your name, or as theywill say, ‘in the name of the AmericanPeople,’ this mandate has been given.If you voted for Bush, then youhave voted to endorse a Bush policy,doctrine, philosophy that began some years agoand now continues into perpetuity—thatwas your mandate, regardless of whenBush leaves, if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109952585380005292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109952585380005292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109952585380005292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109952585380005292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-blue-state-of-mine.html' title='In A Blue State (of Mine)'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109881699086737303</id><published>2004-10-31T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T15:51:17.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Methods of Treatment of the Material</title><summary type='text'>[a new installment in an ongoing Assembly Poetics]A poetic document, and consequently also a poem, is always divided into a great number of separate pieces (more correctly, it is built out of those pieces). The sum of the poem is divided into parts, each part into movements, and, finally, the movements themselves (portions or partitions within a poetic document) are constructed from a whole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109881699086737303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109881699086737303' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109881699086737303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109881699086737303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/10/methods-of-treatment-of-material.html' title='Methods of Treatment of the Material'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109881297445219765</id><published>2004-10-26T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T10:49:34.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SDPG @ Korova</title><summary type='text'>Come see the Guild "transmuted into direct action, formulated not by a formula, but by a form," this Wednesday, 7pm, Korova Coffee House, 4496 Park Blvd. (south of Adams Ave.), in University Heights.Vox Report, Los Blake, Sycophanticidal Lunacy, Puppet Correspondence, Document Retrieval, "Voice Exchange Rates" (from Tijuana), Watermelon Haiku, and other moments of applied literary activism.</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109779560318750957</id><published>2004-10-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T16:13:23.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then Two Weeks Go By</title><summary type='text'>Debates.Guild Night at Korova, October 27, a Wednesday, about 7pm, maybe 90 minutes of programming followed by Open [up the] Mic.Theme: "Pre-Election Selection Rejection"Kicking off with "Next on Jerry Springer," smash-mouthed with Carlos maybe.Other features: "Los Blake" (Conrad mixed with Dead Man, call-and-response, closing with live commentary, all to the tune of 'Round Midnight). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109779560318750957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109779560318750957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109779560318750957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109779560318750957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-then-two-weeks-go-by.html' title='And Then Two Weeks Go By'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109650009851795857</id><published>2004-09-29T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T16:21:38.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Liberal Mind</title><summary type='text'>      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109650009851795857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109650009851795857' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109650009851795857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109650009851795857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/09/liberal-mind.html' title='The Liberal Mind'/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109629309617692862</id><published>2004-09-27T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T07:08:49.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>............#We have come a long way from what we actually feltLong hiatus from blogging too. Big heavy summer finally tips over into fall. Stretching out with Combo and Crayon, some Letters of Insurgents, Daly's DaDaDa on deck. Maya and Zazil, who grew up on the stuff, refer to Cat Stevens as "Daddy." Another degree by Halloween. Kristeva's Powers of Horror, first chapter at least, offers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109629309617692862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109629309617692862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109629309617692862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109629309617692862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109490811761550280</id><published>2004-09-11T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T06:09:02.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...........@An old building creaks, more so by water.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109490811761550280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109490811761550280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109490811761550280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109490811761550280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109301796627569265</id><published>2004-08-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T09:06:06.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something almost religious.My Life by Lyn Hejinian (Green Integer 39, 2002) is now one year old.The first year was marked by a peculiar balance between obsession and burden. On some days, the sentence read like a horoscope, forwards and back. In general, there was something almost religious about it, something idolatrous, something insufficient. Daily meditation (back to the book, the glue of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109301796627569265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109301796627569265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109301796627569265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109301796627569265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/08/something-almost-religious.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109241246221832100</id><published>2004-08-13T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T08:55:05.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...........(What memory is not a "gripping" thought</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109241246221832100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109241246221832100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109241246221832100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109241246221832100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-109102433761159226</id><published>2004-07-28T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T07:19:54.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...........%Where are the snows of yester-blog?Communication: A Poetics is moving along apace.Meanwhile, "knowledge incorporated" and assorted "techniques of ordering" the "disorder."A cooler San Diego summer than usual.But summer in San Diego doesn't start til September.Anyone going to Zuk-fest then?In TJ last week, with Mark Weiss and Octavia (Davis), to see "photographs by young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/109102433761159226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=109102433761159226' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109102433761159226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/109102433761159226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108989847762917593</id><published>2004-07-15T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T06:35:35.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...........&gt;Transformation as Game</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108989847762917593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108989847762917593' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108989847762917593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108989847762917593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108947056086572663</id><published>2004-07-10T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T07:42:57.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gesturo-Haptic Lexicon[R-Y]reading revisionring ritualscientists sow shoesingle slow smellsociety/citysociologysolutions speak spirit spreadstagnant stairwaystone suitable sunsetsurround symboltailored taking temple that theology throw awaytied down to traincartriangle typologiesultimateunderupuservisionwalk walnutwasting waywe what else?wonder working writeyouth</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108947056086572663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108947056086572663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108947056086572663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108947056086572663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/07/gesturo-haptic-lexicon-r-y-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108929471525861792</id><published>2004-07-08T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T06:51:55.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gesturo-Haptic Lexicon[L-P]lever libertylife linesliterature LSDmagnetism marks mechanismmetal mistakemissing momentmoneynecessary new nomadnuclearobstacleoppositeoverpalsphysics plaster pointpray priests print printing press progress[pronouns] provokepublishpyramid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108929471525861792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108929471525861792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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exponentiallyfamous facts firefly foliage forget formulationsfulcrum full functionalityfuturegambling givengods grab groups guitar gunhammer hand hathear heart hieroglyphichistory holding home hood househurdy-gurdy hybridideas in inciteful increaseindividuality intake</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108906878657967935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108906878657967935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108906878657967935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108906878657967935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/07/gesturo-haptic-lexicon-e-k-effective.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108896770017249823</id><published>2004-07-04T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T12:02:33.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gesturo-Haptic Lexicon[A-D]advanceagreeairplanealiveallancestorsanchoredanimalsanonymousany appearsarchitectureauthorityautomationawkwardbehindbetweenbilliardsblow bodiesbodyboundarybreathbuild/builtburiedbuttressed[...]cavalrychairchasingcity/societyclaycoldcollectcommunicationcompanycompareconcept/ideaconnectingconsolidateconstituted</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108765746615435300</id><published>2004-06-19T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T08:04:26.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>............?Bring the page to glow, or,essay as reflective text.Otherwise, "technologies of writing"as a winter seminar(y).What writing needsis a poetics of reading.The Pokersent me packing.Cheating corruptscheaters corrupt absolutely.The obvious analogyis notwithstanding.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108765746615435300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108765746615435300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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E.g., street theater in October, but with lots more street in it.The roughly 400 years separating Hugh's Didascalicon, Montaigne's Essais, and Ted Nelson's "intertwingling" -- a corpulescence of incorporation.With O: On Educating Educators, or, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108675178913436953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108675178913436953' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108675178913436953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108675178913436953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108654996781538268</id><published>2004-06-06T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T12:26:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.........n.b.My Life read against Illich's Vineyard, Hugh of St. Victor's "luminous page" and the quest for the divine through meditative, experiential reading (as pedagogy).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108654996781538268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108654996781538268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108654996781538268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108654996781538268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108551396232904729</id><published>2004-05-25T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T12:43:30.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Plates FormGroup 1: Or, some gnawing negation impelling all this? (15)preemptive / authorships (16)logging on to a collectivizing -- chance? (18)[defamatory / familiarized (ill ear eyes)][Bertolt Brecht: "The Doubter" -- scathing skepticism?]complimentary encryptionists (authors) (34)mannerism (36)[foggy clear density, compounding, great zesty and necessary space/page light, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108551396232904729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108551396232904729' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108551396232904729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108551396232904729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/05/plates-form-group-1-or-some-gnawing.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108491000378049180</id><published>2004-05-18T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T13:01:45.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Head Countdisembodied head (19)[syntax by affidavit--roiling]marks fall to the floor everywhere (22)[alt.slough/text][think MacLow with the same impressive agenda but perhaps a better sense of humor]Mars needs terrorists [and water] (27)[raunch of truth and culture wars]I can no longer fight the delusions of the majority (32)[the Web is what's on TV] a hobbit and a militant (34)in </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108463099307079185</id><published>2004-05-15T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T07:23:53.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.............#Like plump birds along the shore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108463099307079185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108463099307079185' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108463099307079185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108463099307079185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108387293436248013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108387293436248013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108370374277166540</id><published>2004-05-04T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:53:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..............!"That's another thing: Capitalism or the bourgeois world are based on a straight line, and that's part of this destruction. If you go fast enough on a straight line, that's called progress, but you can destory everything. It leads to the bottom--a straight line leads to the bottom. If you keep circling you can't do that, because it's going to return. As a writer--to think on that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108370374277166540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108370374277166540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108370374277166540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108370374277166540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108369731763353486</id><published>2004-05-04T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T12:05:42.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.............&amp;What distinguishes a game from a non-game?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108369731763353486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108369731763353486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108369731763353486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108369731763353486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_108369731763353486.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108362441867332100</id><published>2004-05-03T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T15:50:58.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.............*The Planet of Craziness --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108362441867332100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108362441867332100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108362441867332100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108362441867332100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108310065599784397</id><published>2004-04-27T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T08:25:40.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAN - HNL - SANSAN: 04.21: 8:30 AM : flight delayed one hour, six hours to Honolulu, three hour time change (splash back) -- Moriarty last night in 26 B on a "poetics of distribution": check penultimate page for great prose poem about the life of a smallpress book -- repetitive stress: hand cramps to hold a pen pending blog report on last Friday's "Communication in the Wild" showcase at UCSD </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108310065599784397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108310065599784397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108310065599784397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108310065599784397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/04/san-hnl-san-san-04.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108255609379111580</id><published>2004-04-21T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T07:05:33.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>............&gt;Honolulu for Tao Drops, I Change book launch and splash down. Check your local listings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108255609379111580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108255609379111580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108255609379111580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108255609379111580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108195202955409450</id><published>2004-04-14T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T07:17:40.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Excential Texts 8: RaworthFrom "Letters from Yaddo" in VISIBLE SHIVERS:   This morning I had a letter from Marco Antonio, part of which says:--I've sent you my long book, COLLECTED POEMS, to the University. Here it has been received with much verbal enthusiasm, but little written criticism. I wonder if it was worth the trouble, and the twenty years I spent writing it.             and he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108195202955409450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108195202955409450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108195202955409450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108195202955409450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/04/excential-texts-8-raworth-from-letters.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108180147603415212</id><published>2004-04-12T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T13:35:30.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toscano Reading Report SDPG kicked off its reading series on Friday night with Rodrigo Toscano setting the tone (and the bar) for future events. Thanks to him and an enthusiastic crowd of students, teachers, writers, scholars, friends, and unidentified hecklers who, together, made this truly a night to remember. Just now Elena from across the hall stopped by to thank me again for inviting her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108180147603415212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108180147603415212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108180147603415212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108180147603415212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/04/toscano-reading-report-sdpg-kicked-off.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108154516311251804</id><published>2004-04-09T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T14:16:27.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...............&amp;Three fuzzy looks at what J.R. and I did this past Sunday at 040404 conference in Berkeley.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108154516311251804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108154516311251804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108154516311251804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108154516311251804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108154394539013683</id><published>2004-04-09T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T14:13:47.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAN-OAK-SANChez Stephanie, Hayle's remediation as "medial ecology": "robust interactions between media" -- on the kitchen table, Mayakovsky's "How Are Verses Made," and by the back door, a box of Alli Warren's Schema of which a copy my way with a cup of english breaky -- "an ecology in which one medium is remediated in another, only to be remediated in turn" -- decision to lodge visiting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108154394539013683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108154394539013683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108154394539013683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108154394539013683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/04/san-oak-san-chez-stephanie-hayles.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108126771846196043</id><published>2004-04-06T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T09:14:09.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toscano ReadingSDPG is pleased to present Rodrigo Toscano, this coming Friday, April 9, 7pm. The reading, with reception to follow (and party to follow reception), will be held at the Guild's current headquarters in the Normal Heights area of San Diego.Originally from San Diego (with some years living in San Francisco), Rodrigo Toscano now lives in New York City, where he works at The Labor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108126771846196043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108126771846196043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108126771846196043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108126771846196043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/04/toscano-reading-sdpg-is-pleased-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108074850800928309</id><published>2004-03-31T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T07:58:57.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.............@The obvious analogy is with music</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108074850800928309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108074850800928309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108074850800928309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108074850800928309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-108017262516703302</id><published>2004-03-24T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T09:19:35.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Micro) Weather Reportwords began to push worlds from my mouthan unconscious and transoceanic plagiarism [ontology]foolish youth of long ago [then] birdsong![mom and sister author(it)s abounding in creases, those missing photos a.k.a. sonnets (hand)]that childhood condition of surprise endingsdressing room... larger theater [cribbing sky-writing]my plagiarist's study... time served... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/108017262516703302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=108017262516703302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108017262516703302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/108017262516703302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/03/micro-weather-report-words-began-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107894631067554821</id><published>2004-03-10T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:23:07.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Excential Texts 7[from P. and P. Goodman's Communitas]A chief cause of the absurdity of industrial work is that each machine worker is acquainted with only a few processes, not the whole order of production. And the thousands of products are distributed [one] knows not how or where. Efficiency is organized from above by expert managers who first analyze production into its simple processes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107894631067554821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107894631067554821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107894631067554821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107894631067554821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/03/excential-texts-7-from-p.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107876415528616859</id><published>2004-03-08T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T14:08:35.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>............^This blog looks like crap in Netscape -- apologies.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107876415528616859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107876415528616859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107876415528616859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107876415528616859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107876004188508370</id><published>2004-03-08T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T07:40:31.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..............%K. Silem Mohommad on "the near-inadequacy of trying to have not quite caught up," which covers it for me too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107876004188508370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107876004188508370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107876004188508370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107876004188508370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post_107876004188508370.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107860214414603536</id><published>2004-03-06T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T12:01:54.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Desperanto' and the Use of Kinesthetic Translation in Scholarly PerformanceAdapting Brecht's notion of the learning play, this presentation takes critical and activist discourse and works it into a kinesthetic theatrical showcase that both entertains and instructs.  We are interested in challenging the categorical distinctions that sometimes separate media production, scholarly performance, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107860214414603536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107860214414603536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107860214414603536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107860214414603536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/03/desperanto-and-use-of-kinesthetic.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107841237884338457</id><published>2004-03-04T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T07:04:37.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joe Amato on Blogs[from the Poetics List, posted here with Joe's permission -- this is NOT a plagiarism file]on the one hand, as alan sondheim suggests, blogs are simply part of a growing online suite---lists, irc, moos, muds, and so forth... and we'll each be free to pick and choose on the basis of what we like, technical difficulties notwithstanding... i've never myself much liked moos/muds</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107841237884338457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.............+Happy birthday (yesterday) to Thedor Geisel -- Seussentennial...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107833140862335974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107833140862335974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107833140862335974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107833140862335974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-10777266133540242</id><published>2004-02-26T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T07:16:02.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guild MinuteNeither group nor collective nor "crew" nor org nor political party, SDPG nonetheless gathered last week to talk about, in order: hands, color, membership, the Winter Showcase, our new F.S. intern, the next issue of Zazil2, the next showcase, and the status of the guild as something other than group, collective, crew, etc., but still also those things at least in part. At heart, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/10777266133540242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=10777266133540242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/10777266133540242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/10777266133540242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/02/guild-minute-neither-group-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107772598068408767</id><published>2004-02-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T08:23:57.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>............!Congratulations to Tim and Kasey -- well done!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107772598068408767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107772598068408767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107772598068408767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107772598068408767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107723406654570073</id><published>2004-02-20T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T07:01:15.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is a Season?A season is one of the four weather periods of the year. Each season--spring, summer, autumn, and winter--lasts about three months and brings changes in temperature, weather, and the length of daylight.The changing seasons are caused by the changing position of the Earth in relation to the sun. Astronomers can tell exactly from the Earth's motion around the sun when one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107723406654570073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107723406654570073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107723406654570073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107723406654570073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-is-season-season-is-one-of-four.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107723286048233074</id><published>2004-02-19T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T15:23:38.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.............(After I'm done writing about plagiarism I want to do a history of the paper clip. Does anyone know if something like that's been done yet? I've seen (not read) one on the pencil, but not the clip. Thinking about starting with the feudal genius informing post-industrial bureaucracies, then working through a wide swath of juncture and boundary discourse in order to argue for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107723286048233074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107723286048233074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107723286048233074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107723286048233074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107685842971087651</id><published>2004-02-15T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T07:23:23.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..............*What is the meaning hung from that depend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107685842971087651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107685842971087651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107685842971087651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107685842971087651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107602468243145546</id><published>2004-02-05T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T16:50:29.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tao Drops, I ChangePleased to announce the release of a new book of poems written and assembled by Steve Carll and moi. Available through Steve, Moi, Subpress, and Small Press Distribution.Lists for $12 but I'd happily deliver it (postage paid) to any blogger who sends $8 to me at home:Bill Marsh7661 Troy TerraceLa Mesa, CA 91941</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107602468243145546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107602468243145546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107602468243145546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107602468243145546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/02/tao-drops-i-change-pleased-to-announce.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107575878333420579</id><published>2004-02-02T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T20:00:41.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lessons I Learned (Again) Watching the Super BowlPepsi and I-Tunes now hold intellectual property rights to the very *idea* of pirating music off the web.Guys still think being a horny, sexist monkey is cool.Everybody loves Raymond.The Northern Patriots have defeated the Southern Black Panthers.Auto manufacturers can now produce, market, and distribute twelve distinct types of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107575878333420579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107575878333420579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107575878333420579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107575878333420579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/02/lessons-i-learned-again-watching-super.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107549992044268156</id><published>2004-01-30T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T14:00:51.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...............&amp;New pubs from Factory School, including a reprint of Ron Silliman's Xing. Do please check it out and buy lots of copies for Valentine's Day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107549992044268156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107549992044268156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107549992044268156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107549992044268156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107549762727476252</id><published>2004-01-30T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T13:23:35.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SDPG Winter Showcase, Jan 16, 2004The first thing to know about the San Diego Poetry Guild (if you don't know it already) is that, in fact, it has very little to do with poetry. We've talked about this a lot over the past year-and-a-half or so and have yet been able to escape that strange little nagging (maybe healthy) paradox. We all write or read poetry to some degree (and did so, on and off,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107549762727476252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107549762727476252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107549762727476252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107549762727476252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/01/sdpg-winter-showcase-jan-16-2004-first.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107471414273690939</id><published>2004-01-21T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T12:24:01.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bruce Andrews: Thinking SystemHopelessly remiss in my blogland duties of late -- reading little and writing less -- but I think of all of you often. Most likely no one's reading this either, so I'll cry tears of guilt by myself and be done with it. I caught Bruce Andrews reading at the Vis Arts space on UCSD campus last week, and that was fun, especially when Sally Silvers got up and started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107471414273690939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107471414273690939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107471414273690939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107471414273690939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/01/bruce-andrews-thinking-system.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107412217822653395</id><published>2004-01-14T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T15:19:05.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SDPG Winter ShowcaseWhen: Friday, Jan 16, 7pmWhere: J.R.'s house, Normal HeightsWho: Bobbie, Ricardo, Bill, Octavia, Jenifer, J.R., Jingle, and a host of participatory othersWhat: Poetry, real-time text assembly, video interlude, "lecture," haiku bingo, slide show, and moreWhy: Because "the imagination is more restless than the body."Email for directions.Stay tuned for report.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107412217822653395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107412217822653395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107412217822653395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107412217822653395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/01/sdpg-winter-showcase-when-friday-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107369399820687687</id><published>2004-01-09T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T17:56:14.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poker Ante [concluded]Kaku!I just got back from Barbara Kruger and Jerome Rothenberg discussing IMAGE &amp; TEXT over at the Vis Arts building at UCSD. The question of categories, as you'd expect, held fast as a centerpiece of conversation. "Kaku," J.R. noted toward the end, is the Japanese word used for both "writing" and "drawing." He wondered aloud how things might be different in the West </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107369399820687687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107369399820687687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107369399820687687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107369399820687687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/01/poker-ante-concluded-kaku-i-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107361156303990682</id><published>2004-01-08T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T18:06:10.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poker Sub Fic Ant [cont.]All of which (please see 1.2.04) brings me to what I wanted to write about in the first place -- these three zines and their object or artifact or pseudo-artifact status in a communication framework, assuming that's even a fair place to start.Editor Mark Wallace, for example, introduces the first issue of Submodern Fiction with a call for "alternative fiction to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107361156303990682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107361156303990682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107361156303990682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107361156303990682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/01/poker-sub-fic-ant-cont.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107339905698570613</id><published>2004-01-06T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T06:25:56.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...............!Happy BD, SDPG.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107339905698570613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107339905698570613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107339905698570613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107339905698570613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107306856052986340</id><published>2004-01-02T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T18:00:32.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Poker Sub Fiction AntennaeAt the recent MLA conference, I split my time between roughly literary and roughly communication oriented panels. Highlights on both sides included Jena Osman's visually-aided presentation on journalistic found poetry and Peter Jaszi's rather gloomy predictions for copyright and IP law. It was my first time at the MLA, and I went primarily because it was here, in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107306856052986340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107306856052986340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107306856052986340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107306856052986340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2004/01/poker-sub-fiction-antennae-at-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107280398133652655</id><published>2003-12-30T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T09:30:20.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Special Sessions of the Modern Language Appropriation {San Diego, Dec 31 - Jan 1}American Airlines LiteraturesAnachronistic LiteraturesBargain Bin LiteraturesBattered LiteraturesComparative Studies in Moribund LiteraturesComparative Studies in Shotgun LiteraturesComparative Studies in Tangible LiteraturesComparative Studies in Voluntary LiteraturesContagious LiteraturesDeer Head </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107280398133652655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...........@Some words about the Guild and my part in it -- now on Luminations. And here are some pix from the "Hotels/Motels" exhibit last weekend -- mentioned in the interview.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107236763437572233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107236763437572233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107236763437572233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107236763437572233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2003/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107187449477042051</id><published>2003-12-19T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T15:06:14.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..............*Dickens' A Christmas Carol seeps into today's Dead Letter Game.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107187449477042051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107187449477042051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107179042964054881</id><published>2003-12-18T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T15:35:04.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>............(Happy to find "Long Nose Pinnochio Bitch" in my mailbox today.Thanks Stephanie, Tim, Kasey, and Russel-via-Jonathan.Of course, my favorite bit was the stuff about the "squirrel puppet."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107179042964054881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107179042964054881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107179042964054881'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107178103532483089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107178103532483089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107178103532483089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2003/12/blog-post_107178103532483089.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107161321907851546</id><published>2003-12-16T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T14:24:21.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>End Fall Quarter 03End Communication as a Social ForceFinal Score:Market: 14Public Sphere: 7</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107161321907851546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107161321907851546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107161321907851546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107161321907851546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2003/12/end-fall-quarter-03-end-communication.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107115699267074499</id><published>2003-12-11T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T07:37:37.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Software paraphrases sentencesWe paraphrase all the time, often without thinking about it. Try to give a computer the means to reword a sentence, however, and it becomes apparent that figuring out how to say it differently is complicated. Researchers at Cornell University have tapped a pair of unlike sources -- on-line journalism and computational biology -- to make it possible to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107115699267074499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107115699267074499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107115699267074499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107115699267074499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2003/12/software-paraphrases-sentences-we.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-107093064939715863</id><published>2003-12-08T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T06:23:02.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Performance PublishingI finally got around to reading issue 4 of Tripwire (on "WORK") and that put me in the mood this month to work on some poems.Writing poems is all "work," obviously, and a particular kind of work that I've affectionately decided to label "the work of generating poems." It's a very guild-like way of talking about poetry, and I'm sure some of my more visionary friends (in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/107093064939715863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=107093064939715863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107093064939715863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/107093064939715863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2003/12/performance-publishing-i-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-106935227802405695</id><published>2003-12-01T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T12:39:47.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Student Essays, Vol. 1On M. Bakhtin's Art &amp; AnswerabilityI'm pretty sure this work is positioned somewhere between Russian Formalism and Neo-Kantian metapsychology. Bakhtin distinguishes his project from R.F., for example, by way of a clear emphasis on material aesthetics, finding the Formalist doctrine of defamiliarization limited and limiting. He proposes that material in art should not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/106935227802405695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=106935227802405695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/106935227802405695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/106935227802405695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2003/12/bad-student-essays-vol.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-106917989489718666</id><published>2003-11-18T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T11:01:04.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fence V6 N1[btw: I prefer the "b" tag to the "strong" tag for bolding.]On a journal-munching rampage this month, most recently feasting on Fence including (some of my favs) Anne Waldman, Eugene Ostashevsky, Eleni Sikelianos, Tom Horacek, Susan Schultz, Joshua Beckman, Neal Gill, Claudia Rankine, Sean Casey, Jeff Johnson, and Morgan Beatty.Plus a stellar performance by Kristin Prevallet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/106917989489718666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=106917989489718666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/106917989489718666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/106917989489718666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2003/11/fence-v6-n1-btw-i-prefer-b-tag-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-106916840252215568</id><published>2003-11-18T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T07:14:44.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sharpies are the drawing world's 'new media.' -- J.R. Osborn, SDPG</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/106916840252215568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=106916840252215568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/106916840252215568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/106916840252215568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2003/11/sharpies-are-drawing-worlds-new-media.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082266.post-106908530800612982</id><published>2003-11-17T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T08:09:22.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assemble the relatives.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/feeds/106908530800612982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4082266&amp;postID=106908530800612982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/106908530800612982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082266/posts/default/106908530800612982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdpg.blogspot.com/2003/11/assemble-relatives.html' title=''/><author><name>bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12784952400457002902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.factoryschool.org/btheater/works/quilt/quilt_center.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
