<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674</id><updated>2009-12-31T11:56:48.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosses from an old manse</title><subtitle type='html'>a blog from Nanaimo

pjculley at shaw.ca</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-1892959105234886413</id><published>2009-12-31T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:56:48.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three Stooges marathon on AMC....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/1892959105234886413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/1892959105234886413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1892959105234886413' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_awAKkZ1o0/Sz0B2sB5xYI/AAAAAAAAJSQ/FPkdU4onecY/s72-c/the-three-stooges-2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-3579125163192073873</id><published>2009-12-31T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:52:09.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Baby Toss" from Julie Blackmon Photographsvia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/3579125163192073873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/3579125163192073873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3579125163192073873' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-8229593442110692561</id><published>2009-12-31T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:10:11.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anthony Stewart CulleyDec 31st 1925-Dec 19th 1992</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/8229593442110692561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/8229593442110692561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8229593442110692561' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_awAKkZ1o0/Szy-zeMiN7I/AAAAAAAAJSE/FvWqDZ2rg-k/s72-c/P1060473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-7489220036909980351</id><published>2009-12-30T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:04:41.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a happy, safe &amp; healthy new year readers! see you in a new &amp; better decade!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/7489220036909980351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/7489220036909980351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7489220036909980351' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_awAKkZ1o0/SzwUY258dEI/AAAAAAAAJR8/Qu9pSSobRnQ/s72-c/WaltKelly_PeterWheat_characterdrawing_100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-4075052851660962900</id><published>2009-12-30T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:02:16.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>local trees &amp; c.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/4075052851660962900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/4075052851660962900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4075052851660962900' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_awAKkZ1o0/SzwUEQi6DBI/AAAAAAAAJR0/Tf7uTb7I5q4/s72-c/P1330887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-5957359390750781331</id><published>2009-12-30T18:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:42:06.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>review of a new book on MonkMany remember the six-month residency as a turning point when Coltrane became a legend. Sonny Rollins, whose star rose before Coltrane's, also remembered Monk as an incomparable teacher. Each of them attempted to play beyond the boundaries of what their instruments were made to do. They tried to re-create Monk's musical sense on an instrument that could only play one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/5957359390750781331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/5957359390750781331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#5957359390750781331' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-2711776375633609900</id><published>2009-12-30T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:54:52.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anthony Lane on The Legacy of Grace Kelly A paper napkin, a Christmas-tree decoration, a Schaefer beer mat, a bookmark with lines from Emily Dickinson, a red matchbook, a ticket for a charity golf match, and the wrapper from a pack of Wrigley’s Doublemint, its cheerful greenness still bright. Joseph Cornell would have taken one look and wept... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/2711776375633609900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/2711776375633609900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2711776375633609900' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-6788197489556902076</id><published>2009-12-27T15:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:30:31.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Samplerin memoriam Jonathan WilliamsSkutz Falls onBruckner's 4thnon-fog salvia'sanecdote the antidote.Clarence Bendbroke then re-broke the ice-endsconfectioner's toffee holespatched the interior.Gravel spot-weldsbaked the basket's graniteinto flakes of fondanticed with dust.Fornicating leavesof each five one's upwardthe vestige of Fielding Roadnot excepted.Mythago Woodscreech of harrierscreech </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/6788197489556902076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/6788197489556902076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6788197489556902076' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_awAKkZ1o0/Szfs5nhnEDI/AAAAAAAAJQU/M7DKbbYZAr4/s72-c/P1330719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-9149483034480118312</id><published>2009-12-25T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:16:29.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nice anthology of Christmas Poems...A Christmas Carol So now is come our joyful feast,  Let every man be jolly;Each room with ivy leaves is dressed,  And every post with holly.     Though some churls at our mirth repine,     Round your foreheads garlands twine,     Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,  And let us all be merry.Now all our neighbors' chimnies smoke,  And Christmas blocks are burning;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/9149483034480118312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/9149483034480118312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#9149483034480118312' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-6007634373086408952</id><published>2009-12-25T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:13:42.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Musselsoppans Vänner: Vintage Christmas Album Covers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/6007634373086408952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/6007634373086408952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6007634373086408952' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-6275073759531140469</id><published>2009-12-22T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:11:06.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Local trees &amp; c.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/6275073759531140469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/6275073759531140469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6275073759531140469' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_awAKkZ1o0/SzELqRNPW8I/AAAAAAAAJO0/KCtVe7ZcVU8/s72-c/P1330499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-2157104713814938777</id><published>2009-12-22T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:59:30.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YouTube - John Fahey plays "In Christ There Is No East Or West" 1969</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/2157104713814938777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/2157104713814938777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2157104713814938777' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-788820550005391038</id><published>2009-12-22T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:57:25.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Kalle Anka) &amp; Swedish Christmas EveThe show's cultural significance cannot be understated. You do not tape or DVR Kalle Anka for later viewing. You do not eat or prepare dinner while watching Kalle Anka. Age does not matter—every member of the family is expected to sit quietly together and watch a program that generations of Swedes have been watching for 50 years. Most families plan their entire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/788820550005391038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/788820550005391038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#788820550005391038' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-2616100018364450061</id><published>2009-12-21T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:17:31.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Solstice readers!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/2616100018364450061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/2616100018364450061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2616100018364450061' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_awAKkZ1o0/SzAsHrDylvI/AAAAAAAAJNM/7qNVe6S5khM/s72-c/winter_solstice.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-8495181728999480453</id><published>2009-12-21T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:45:31.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The men who stare at bar-codesWorking out of a Reno, Nevada, software firm called eTreppid Technologies, Montgomery took in officials in the CIA's Directorate of Science and Technology and convinced them that technology he invented -- but could not explain -- was pulling terrorist-produced "bar codes" from Al Jazeera television broadcasts. Using his proprietary technology, those bar codes could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/8495181728999480453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/8495181728999480453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8495181728999480453' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-6352646711025138401</id><published>2009-12-21T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:38:05.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wonderful Walt (Pogo) Kelly blog...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/6352646711025138401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/6352646711025138401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6352646711025138401' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-8702995787724119794</id><published>2009-12-20T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:45:43.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NASA - Hubble's Festive View of a Grand Star-Forming RegionThe massive, young stellar grouping, called R136, is only a few million years old and resides in the 30 Doradus Nebula, a turbulent star-birth region in the Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC), a satellite galaxy of our Milky Way. There is no known star-forming region in our galaxy as large or as prolific as 30 Doradus.Many of the diamond-like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/8702995787724119794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/8702995787724119794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8702995787724119794' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-7181996073685830903</id><published>2009-12-20T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:08:40.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Notes toward an ecology of the practice of poetryThe implications for poetry here are interesting. What does poetry look like if there’s no split between human word and world? What does a non-anthropocentric poetics look like? Is it a celebration of the democracy of all objects? Along the lines of: “Hello! tree” And what would a non-modern poetry look like? A poetry that would not privilege (the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/7181996073685830903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/7181996073685830903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7181996073685830903' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-8632629912930921724</id><published>2009-12-18T13:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:48:20.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glenn Greenwald ...I've honestly never understood how anyone could think that Obama was going to bring about some sort of "new" political approach or governing method when, as Kilgore notes, what he practices -- politically and substantively -- is the Third Way, DLC, triangulating corporatism of the Clinton era, just re-packaged with some sleeker and more updated marketing.  At its core, it seeks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/8632629912930921724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/8632629912930921724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8632629912930921724' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-3845179544137054131</id><published>2009-12-17T14:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:38:10.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. Johnson’s DictionaryWA’YLESS. adj. [from way.] Pathless; untracked.When on upon my wayless walk,As my desires me draw,I, like a madman fell to talkWith every thing I saw. Drayton’s Queen of Cynthia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/3845179544137054131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/3845179544137054131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3845179544137054131' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-2103104668957955963</id><published>2009-12-17T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:29:17.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Canadian Poetry Festival (1980)The event and its print rendering suggest how scattered Canadian poetry can be — even amongst the closest of poet-friends or within a given generation. Some participants aren’t even interested in the “Canada” question so much as in localism or the phenomenology of language or literary community. Some participants seem, at times, completely uninterested in or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/2103104668957955963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/2103104668957955963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2103104668957955963' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-7485117011426177597</id><published>2009-12-17T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:42:48.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Local trees &amp; c.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/7485117011426177597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/7485117011426177597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7485117011426177597' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_awAKkZ1o0/SypfghMspPI/AAAAAAAAJL8/AGvBgSu84iw/s72-c/P1330445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-5961772895070132571</id><published>2009-12-16T18:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:42:44.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mike watt talks w/michael t. fournier about "double nickels on the dime"Teen years I wrote this song called "Mr. Bass King Outer Space" about blowing everybody away with a bass solo. I never wrote a song, you know? We had no thing in it - no craft. You know? It's just words. Words were like - Bob Dylan was some weirdo showed up at Thanksgiving muttering. All the other words, T. Rex, Alice Cooper.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/5961772895070132571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/5961772895070132571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#5961772895070132571' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-8873363696840803307</id><published>2009-12-15T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:20:25.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not-seen-by-me Barbara Stanwyck picture His Brother’s Wife (1936) (with Robert Taylor) on TCM tonight...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/8873363696840803307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/8873363696840803307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8873363696840803307' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559674.post-588665319247780644</id><published>2009-12-15T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:22:36.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ange Mlinko on Rainer Maria Rilke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/588665319247780644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559674/posts/default/588665319247780644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mossesfromanoldmanse2.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#588665319247780644' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04198355310362167087'/></author></entry></feed>