<?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-5708658</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:34:31.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Budge doctors of the stoic fur</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-110550389994374647</id><published>2005-01-11T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:24:59.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm done blogging now. Bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/110550389994374647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/110550389994374647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110550389994374647' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-109691399551530521</id><published>2004-10-04T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T14:19:55.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* * *In our never-ending quest to make chapbook publishing sexy again, Atticus/Finchis pleased to announce the release of its third volume: Tanya Brolaski’s _TheDaily Usonian_.People, this one’s HOT! If you purchase only one chapbook this year by a younger writer, do yourself (and us!) a favor and make it _The Daily Usonian_. One part Sapphic delirium, three parts Delphic train wreck, you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/109691399551530521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/109691399551530521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109691399551530521' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-109064738201389073</id><published>2004-07-24T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T01:39:41.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* * * Atticus/Finch is pleased to announce the release of its second chapbook: Elizabeth Willis’ Meteoric Flowers. Printed in an edition of 200 copies with elegantly letter-pressed covers, Meteoric Flowers is the first new work from Willis since 2003’s Turneresque. In this new volume, Elizabeth Willis’ lyric maelstroms are at once rooted in a lost pastoral economy, dripping with the lush </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/109064738201389073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/109064738201389073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109064738201389073' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-10820346683910704</id><published>2004-04-15T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T09:14:00.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check out this review of "Involuntary Vision" at Rain Taxi Online: http://www.raintaxi.com/online/2004spring/cross.shtml</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/10820346683910704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/10820346683910704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10820346683910704' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-108181929589391847</id><published>2004-04-12T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:24:25.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mark Tardi responds to my query (see post: Tues. March 23rd):You asked about the Hildegaard von Bingen poem at the end, "Eventual Horizon." Structurally, I was aiming at certain approximations of her plain chants, both their disruptiveness and their flatness.  And of course there's something disquieting about her chants, a morbid quality.  But silence seemed equally important, how it moves, can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108181929589391847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108181929589391847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108181929589391847' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-108181858537444815</id><published>2004-04-12T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:12:34.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See Mark Tursi's review of "Involuntary Vision" at Rain Taxi Online: www.raintaxi.com/online/2004spring/ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108181858537444815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108181858537444815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108181858537444815' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-108174047086265886</id><published>2004-04-11T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T23:30:39.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*WARNING*If you've wanted to purchase a copy of Cynthia Sailers' new chapbook "Rose Lungs," but haven't yet got around to making an order, DO SO NOW! I only have a few dozen copies left, and they've been moving quickly! Do yourself a favor and buy one, and then buy one for somebody that is especially nice to you.Send $5 here:atticus / finch chapbooksc/o Michael CrossSUNY BuffaloSamuel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108174047086265886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108174047086265886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108174047086265886' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-108165150594133238</id><published>2004-04-10T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:47:53.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eli Drabman goes home tomorrow. He was supposed to go home tonight, but I "accidentally" forgot to set the alarm, so he got to stay another day! Opps. He gave a kick ass reading at the Cuneiform/ atticus finch book release party of his long poem _the ground running_.  Buffalo might be his new home, no?Speaking of Cuneiform, go see the website for new books: www.cuneiformpress.com. Kyle is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108165150594133238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108165150594133238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108165150594133238' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-108135243512335591</id><published>2004-04-07T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T11:43:19.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go see the generous review of "Involuntary Vision" at Silliman's blog: www.ronsilliman.blogspot.com. And people, regarding his comment abt. me scaring away BFLO professors: HE'S KIDDING! Yes, Ron Silliman has a sense of humor! I've been receiving concerned messages asking why Ron is calling me out!! He's a serious scholar, a smart poet, and a generous member of the poetry community, AND he has a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108135243512335591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108135243512335591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108135243512335591' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-108010385450381131</id><published>2004-03-23T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T23:53:23.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've fallen desperately in love with Mark Tardi's new book _Euclid Shudders_. You've probably seen these poems in one of your favorite small mags.--I've been following them for awhile now, and I'm constantly surprised at how fresh each poem feels. Take this:series 37before slumber found a stonethe toric frequencyrobed lightleft at the pianothreadless factorially stilledunpronounced </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108010385450381131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/108010385450381131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108010385450381131' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107889970666704077</id><published>2004-03-10T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T01:24:02.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two new hot-shit chaps on my desk right now, both already worn from use. Buffalo expatriate Patrick Durgin, editor of Kenning (who, by the way, just finished Lorenzo Thomas' new book), sent on his chapbook "Wise Up." I'm glad to see that Patrick is still printing books, and as always, this chapbook is both elegant and unique. I haven't seen much of Patrick's work, but what I have seen, I LOVE! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107889970666704077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107889970666704077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889970666704077' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107881573948383097</id><published>2004-03-09T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T02:04:34.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just returned from seeing Peter Brotzmann at Hallwalls with Kyle Schlesinger, Christopher Alexander, and Thom Donovan. WOW! Brotzmann on sax (of course) and clarinet, William Parker on everything (but mostly bass), and Hamid Drake on drums. Drake is my new favorite drummer. Someone got yelled at for trying to walk across the stage. The guy from Eremite record was on hand to talk jazz, and he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107881573948383097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107881573948383097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881573948383097' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107881556831651513</id><published>2004-03-09T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T02:01:43.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've received so many beautiful books of late, I've been putting off blogging because I have so much to write! (strange that I'm compelled to avoid writing as I've too much content!). I want to spend a day or so on each, but in order to get moving, I'll have to do quickish reviews in spurts (probably over a number of days)First, Pinball Publishing:Pinball is a publishing venture out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107881556831651513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107881556831651513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881556831651513' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107644703304754553</id><published>2004-02-10T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T14:05:37.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANNOUNCING!atticus/finch is pleased to announce the release of its inaugural chapbook, Cynthia Sailers’ Rose Lungs.Rose Lungs  is printed in an edition of 100 copies with beautifully letterpressed covers (with the help of Kyle Schlesinger of Cuneiform Press), and here’s the best part: they’re actually affordable! That’s right folks, each is only FIVE DOLLARS!! This is Sailers’ first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107644703304754553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107644703304754553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644703304754553' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107635914958240297</id><published>2004-02-09T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T20:43:05.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Books I bought at the conference:Robert Duncan's Copy Notes (Meow)Dan Featherston's Doors (Paper Brain)Ben Friedlander's A Knot is not a Tangle (Meow or Paper Brain)A great paperback copy of Whitehead's Process and Reality (ready to be marked up)A very old edition of Benjamin's IlluminationsSome Charles PeirceBooks I wanted:John Wieners' Hotel Wentley Poems at the Bookery in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107635914958240297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107635914958240297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635914958240297' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107635874481396496</id><published>2004-02-09T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T15:34:10.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh wow! The fun that was had at the Small Press Culture Workers conference in Ithaca this weekend!We sledded! We fired firecrackers! I was beaten at chess by a nine year old boy! Badly beaten! I nearly broke my tailbone trying to sled down Jane's driveway! We drank! We talked abt. printing books and selling said books! I sold some books! I read poems at the Lost Dog Cafe! I hung out with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107635874481396496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107635874481396496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635874481396496' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107582575421062116</id><published>2004-02-03T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T11:31:09.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't blogged in awhile. Sorry. New content coming soon. Lots going on! See you at the Small Press Conference in Ithaca on Saturday!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107582575421062116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107582575421062116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582575421062116' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107340949151312640</id><published>2004-01-06T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T12:19:23.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Related note: Find Duplessis' unnumbered "Draft," "Precis" on Nomados, PO BOX 4031, 349 West Georgia Street, Vancouver BC V6B 3Z4. Nice looking chapbook, and sonnet-summary of every draft written to date!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107340949151312640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107340949151312640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340949151312640' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107340903366998546</id><published>2004-01-06T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T12:21:56.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished Baus' The To Sound   while at the gym, and I must reiterate that one ought to own this volume. Here is the title poem:The To SoundTo look out a window is to want to be on the side of the birds.You arrange your arms so the distance is clear.If the entire was wound. Breathed glass. A tooth embedded so far it burst.A cut of your cloth to negate every saw.You are the one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107340903366998546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107340903366998546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340903366998546' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107340852414557922</id><published>2004-01-06T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T12:03:16.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have I mentioned Jane Sprague and her newly established Palm Press?? Jane came through BFLO to read with Kyle Schlesinger, Thom Donovan, and Terrence Churiso (I have no idea how to spell his last name!), and while passing through dropped off Juliana Spahr's new chapbook "things of each possible relation hashing against one another." The book is great (though much too short) and beautifully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107340852414557922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107340852414557922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340852414557922' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107326749604839445</id><published>2004-01-04T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T14:04:56.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had the pleasure of receiving The To Sound   in the mail last week, Eric Baus' new book on Verse Press. Baus is real, real good, and I've been a little less than calm about this volume for awhile. I commend Forest Gander for his impeccable taste in selecting Baus for the 2002 Verse Prize, and as it is now 2004, I commend verse for finally printing this thing!  The To Sound   compiles two of Baus'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107326749604839445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107326749604839445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107326749604839445' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107210655002901609</id><published>2003-12-22T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T10:23:27.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog hiatus is officially over! Bring on a restful break! Find Guest review below.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107210655002901609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107210655002901609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107210655002901609' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107210643910199749</id><published>2003-12-22T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:57:17.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Barbara Guest’s Forces of Imagination:In Rocks on a Platter  (Wesleyan University Press), Barbara Guest “attempt(s) to write about the making of a poem and, in so doing, establishes a literary approach other than the essay form.” Rocks   is a longish poem that reads as notes for further writing, as if Guest’s marginalia jumped from the page and into the lyric of her poem. The book is as much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107210643910199749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107210643910199749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107210643910199749' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107106592674934373</id><published>2003-12-10T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T09:19:32.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you would like to finish my papers, I could update my blog...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107106592674934373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107106592674934373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107106592674934373' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107060150801819979</id><published>2003-12-05T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T12:01:01.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Malcolm for his help in formatting le Joyce. Now you don't have to imagine the poem's form!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107060150801819979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107060150801819979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107060150801819979' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-107060129869098236</id><published>2003-12-05T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T12:00:03.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Received two beautiful packages in the mail the other day. The first, from Canadian publisher Nate Dorward, full of goods! The newest issue of the Gig (#15, featuring Phillip Jenks, C.S. Giscombe, etc.) along with some back-issues, and the new chapbooks by Trevor Joyce. I mentioned Trevor's work awhile back, and I stand by my gushiness! He is a really interesting poet, and while much of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107060129869098236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/107060129869098236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107060129869098236' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106979293890010069</id><published>2003-11-25T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:37:26.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, the snow hit. At least an inch by midnight. And what a nice evening for snow, as I was deep in the confines of Hallwall's listening to the Full Blown Trio. Holy cow! Dave Burrell on piano, William Parker on bass, and Andrew Cyrille on drums. It's not often one can spend a few hours with living legends in such an intimate space. Packed full, surprisingly, and interestingly, very, very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106979293890010069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106979293890010069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106979293890010069' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106925492352579821</id><published>2003-11-19T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T10:16:40.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Excited abt. the new Lisa Jarnot Black Dog Songs (Flood)--Did I mention you can get Involuntary Vision: after Akira Kurosawa's Dreams  from me for a HUGE discount??Send $7 (that's right!! Only $7) and it will be in the mail asap:Michael Cross434 Ashland AveBuffalo NY 14222Send other things too (especially books!). --ON THE HORIZON:CYNTHIA SAILER'S NEW CHAPBOOK ROSE LUNGS  FROM </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106925492352579821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106925492352579821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106925492352579821' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106904285715696819</id><published>2003-11-16T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T23:27:06.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“For want of the image of a voice”We have lost many senses.			—Henry Adams Love is the mind’s desire and the eye’s achievement.			—David MelnickTrees have been stripped to the root by a seer on her path across circumference of intellection. This is a tragic poem.			—Susan Howe		In the fifth installment of Matthew Barney’s film cycle Cremaster, the Queen of Chain and her lover, an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106904285715696819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106904285715696819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904285715696819' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106878547192581397</id><published>2003-11-13T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T12:11:23.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A note from Taylor Brady regarding Microclimates: (sorry for the strange right hand margin!)Dear Michael,Just wanted to send a quick note of thanks for the kind words about Microclimates on your blog the other day. As you might guess, I'm in agreement with you concerningits having been overlooked -- but should add, lest that degenerate into special pleading, that the readers who have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106878547192581397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106878547192581397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106878547192581397' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106874416022931563</id><published>2003-11-13T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:24:18.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Announcing!!"Involuntary Vision," poetry working with Akira Kurosawa's "Dreams," is just out from Avenue B press, edited by yours truly. This is the first anthology of New Brutalist writing, featuring work by Ryan Bartlett, Trevor Calvert, Julia Bloch, Tanya Brolaski, James Meetze, Cynthia Sailers, Eli Drabman, Geoffrey Dyer, Stephen Ratcliffe, Elizabeth Willis, and myself.Juliana Spahr says </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106874416022931563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106874416022931563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106874416022931563' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106856931319320927</id><published>2003-11-11T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T11:48:30.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Four Consecutive Upcoming Readings (Holy Cow!!):Tina Darragh and Dan FarrellWed., Nov. 12, 4pm; Poetry/Rare Books SUNY BuffaloAlan LoneyThurs., Nov. 13, 4pm; Poetry/Rare Books SUNY BuffaloSimon Cutt and Erica Van Horn(Discussion &amp; Exhibition of Coracle Books)Fri., Nov. 14, 12:30-1:30 pm; Poetry/Rare Books SUNY BuffaloJane Sprague &amp; the Donolesinger Transmutation (Thom Donovan and Kyle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106856931319320927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106856931319320927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856931319320927' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106848532135816121</id><published>2003-11-10T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T12:28:38.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my stereo:Spoon "Kill the Moonlight" (Merge)Deathcab for Cutie "Transatlantacism" (Baruk)Laddio Boloko "Strange Warmings of..." (Hungarian)Six Organs of Admittance "Dark Noontide" (Communion??)Thuja "Suns" (??)Songs: Ohia "Ghost Tropic" (Secretely Canadian)Music I want:New Howard Hello (Temporary Residance)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106848532135816121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106848532135816121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106848532135816121' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106842180344164284</id><published>2003-11-09T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T18:50:01.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am only now aware of how cold can manifest itself. Cold independent of other elements is one thing, but the wind off the lake...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106842180344164284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106842180344164284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842180344164284' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106833167639077390</id><published>2003-11-08T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T17:48:44.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seriously Overlooked Books from 2002:(Being a list of my favorites from last year that were seemingly ignored by peeps doing critical work on cont. poetry / A list of books you ought to start writing about)* bk of (h)rs by Pattie McCarthy (Apogee Press)This little number renewed my faith in the prose poem as a generative form. McCarthy's lines are deft and interesting and they sing (often </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106833167639077390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106833167639077390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106833167639077390' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106796893978766637</id><published>2003-11-04T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T09:07:50.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a serious couple of weeks!! Last night, Songs:Ohia at the Mohawk!! Surprisingly full evening (stayed 8pm-2am). Talked at length with Jonathan Joseph (drummer of Bonfire Madigan, ex-Tarantel) about the city and my love of California. They have three-four weeks left in a van and it's getting cold! Obbyrkill River (Jagjaguwar) was a major surprise and very, very fun to watch. The label on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106796893978766637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106796893978766637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106796893978766637' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106740219847610937</id><published>2003-10-28T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T23:36:37.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from click clickvegetal evilfears no perditionno eared exitto be illumined from my browthe many caresof outer scoopthe weather scoopagainst the pot-green weathering those things groomed to be eaten for solaceto eat the vegetalsthe scoop is on the waterit can argue the kind of consolationmy wits daily feel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106740219847610937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106740219847610937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740219847610937' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106691435372296351</id><published>2003-10-23T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T09:05:53.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elliott Smith is Dead. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106691435372296351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106691435372296351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106691435372296351' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106606181048747657</id><published>2003-10-13T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T12:16:50.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>old man, reckoningthe large glass panes in which the neighbor's eyelids slidethink of us as steambedswe frame the laws of animal sleepingfrom this door I have spoken atthe age of the horse and its countermeasures of agingdown the street, in the slick of the bath photosthe orioles are wet across the buildingsthey have announced the coming of a citythey too near the coming streetsthey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106606181048747657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106606181048747657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106606181048747657' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106558271491807609</id><published>2003-10-07T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T23:11:54.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>near sighted anatomist, two nudesa potion near either templeand there two of you not wholly positionedmy outside of the event eyes thereare animals ready to leap into your open abdomenyou want night, you are a culprit of living matterand why you smack of late eveningto wear things placeable remove your garb only to be videotaped and regarbedand with glasses you have no excuse to get so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106558271491807609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106558271491807609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106558271491807609' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106530133373951156</id><published>2003-10-04T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T17:02:13.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bluecoatare lungs beautified by the starletumbrellas float by many carcasswe can fuck all night on the shoreif you bring the medicationamidst the undulating bodieswoven among the lanternsthe bluecoat must be ready for the nightdon the further element its rainwets us as we sit close for the busuncomfortable in how the bluecoat is on my handstops me from (naked beneath its length)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106530133373951156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106530133373951156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106530133373951156' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106519759565166019</id><published>2003-10-03T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T12:13:15.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lytle Shaw stopped by Buffalo last Wed. to drop science on the uninitiated. He read from "the Lobe" (Roof) and also from a critical work about the visual art of Jimbo Blanchy (sp?) and the difficulties of searching for natural springs in NYC. I attended a talk in Berkeley featuring Shaw and Juliana Spahr awhile back, and I was pleased to see him again and to be taken to school by his hot-shit "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106519759565166019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106519759565166019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106519759565166019' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106519701598771172</id><published>2003-10-03T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T12:03:36.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from click clickthe swamp legis ideal for the bird's nestas Hollywood peopled, derivative, yesvivid interest in the bird's lifelikein how, say, making friends elsegassing the subway againwe are allowed to take the leg and walk aroundthe smell must not detain us, we are makers of artin fact, the leg is from the swampthe children at the park nest nearthe suburbs as the city without leg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106519701598771172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106519701598771172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106519701598771172' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106487024377805633</id><published>2003-09-29T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T17:17:23.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more from click clickmother witchagainst I throw my voiceand jump from the water to attack youfrom the water with my handsor my mouth frozethe shock test guythinks we need toothe shock guy on the floorconcealed from the workerthe underage have sex in carsmiasma in the general vicinity of the tealcountertops, the face travels the manyabandoned rooms of the partyonly to be made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106487024377805633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106487024377805633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106487024377805633' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106476863717764707</id><published>2003-09-28T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T13:03:57.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey all! Sorry it's been so long. I've been a bit busy writing a paper for the Zukofsky conference on Halloween (my costume is Reznikoff if his costume was Niedecker!). I'm also trying to finish an introduction for the Lytle Shaw reading on Wed. So many great things have been going on! Scalapino visited last week and read her paper on Jalal Toufic's "Forthcoming." In her essay "Fiction's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106476863717764707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106476863717764707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106476863717764707' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106360624515136007</id><published>2003-09-15T02:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T02:10:45.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from click clickrider before an obstaclelight before the rider left the fern'd post on timethat mouth was gassed in the far seata rubber where I work insteadnot long for blood in the ears where foundthe tincture using legs to the subwaycovered my mouth from the gas to the seatused legs I work not long from the bloodthe rider over the log weightforward on her stead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106360624515136007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106360624515136007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106360624515136007' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106348830620513865</id><published>2003-09-13T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T17:25:06.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wesley Willis is DeadLong Live Wesley Willis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106348830620513865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106348830620513865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106348830620513865' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106338506915630500</id><published>2003-09-12T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T12:44:29.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Has everyone heard the news about the first annual "Jack Spicer Prize"?See here: www.tougherdisguises.comThe deadline has been pushed back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106338506915630500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106338506915630500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106338506915630500' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106338396150299740</id><published>2003-09-12T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T12:26:01.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOHNNY CASH IS DEADLONG LIVE JOHNNY CASH</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106338396150299740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106338396150299740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106338396150299740' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106338383249660439</id><published>2003-09-12T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T12:24:14.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So then the important literary thinking is being done. Who does it.I do it.Oh yes I do it.Stein, The Geographical History of America</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106338383249660439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106338383249660439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106338383249660439' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106324705690642585</id><published>2003-09-10T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:29:44.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from click click:three headsyour outside crippled, appleyou nervous dogsmay not leashward star my writing handit is warm enough to mate near the roadfor traffic cops mean nothingit is only a certain comelyI, an attractive shade,can be attractive for the heavily armed blinking in the trafficthese yellow rods that first I've noticedthree heads(attractive)it is customary now to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106324705690642585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106324705690642585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324705690642585' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106312739640337882</id><published>2003-09-09T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T13:12:14.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Stein Criticism Identity:Bernstein suggests that Stein’s identity is an “acting out rather than as an inner state; externally animated, not innately fixed” (Bernstein 141). That is, Stein’s writing practice holds identity (social, political, sexual) in abeyance by the very nature of its “excited meaning.” Piombino, Bernstein, and (seemingly) Stein make a distinction between self and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106312739640337882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106312739640337882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312739640337882' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106312698753027124</id><published>2003-09-09T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T13:03:07.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106312698753027124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106312698753027124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312698753027124' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106308783012495442</id><published>2003-09-09T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T02:10:30.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my WOW! Today I received Kasey and Noah's new books!!! My first thoughts: Noah looks nothing like I imagined (I was picturing something much more book-ish, perhaps with alligator embroidered polo and indie-boy-bang-cut!), in fact, he looks very much like Trevor (weird). And flaps!! The mark of success is a flapped book! I am very excited to read both, as I have heard nothing but lunatic raving</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106308783012495442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106308783012495442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308783012495442' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106308735245478854</id><published>2003-09-09T02:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T02:02:32.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Krzysztof Ziarek is coming to teach at Buffalo in the Spring! See his "The Historicity of Experience: Modernity, the Avant-garde, and the Event" (This book is part of Northwestern's "Avant-garde and Modernism Studies" series; Christian Bok's amazing "'Pataphysics: The Poetics of an Imaginary Science" was released by the same press).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106308735245478854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106308735245478854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308735245478854' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106308690943871266</id><published>2003-09-09T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T01:55:09.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If only I had done more lifting...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106308690943871266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106308690943871266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308690943871266' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106308685092262638</id><published>2003-09-09T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T01:54:40.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go see the other Michael Cross:http://www.menmagazine.com/issues/M0107/M0107_michael_cross.asp</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106308685092262638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106308685092262638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308685092262638' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106308659873721503</id><published>2003-09-09T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T01:49:58.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, K. and I found a seagull drowning in the Nigara River. We were walking down a long concrete path that cuts parrallel to the Niagara and perpendicular to the Peace Bridge (into Canada). The seagull was drowning because it had fish hooks lodged in numerous places in its body; it could not remove its head from its wing. We borrowed a pair of wire cutters from a local fisherman and spent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106308659873721503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106308659873721503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308659873721503' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-10627735188850501</id><published>2003-09-05T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T10:56:30.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before moving to Buffalo, I heard MANY, MANY rumors of the demise of the Poetics Program. People are smoking crack. There are SO MANY hot shit poets in Buffalo it makes me want to pee my pants. For example: Thom Donovan, Barbara Cole, Kristen Gallagher, Gregg Biglieri, Myung Mi Kim, Susan Howe (still here! perhaps for a long while...), Gordon Hadfield, Sasha Steensen, Kyle Schlesinger, Nathan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/10627735188850501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/10627735188850501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10627735188850501' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106277263985206712</id><published>2003-09-05T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T10:37:19.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Cow! I figured out links!!! I've only got the preliminaries up. Don't be scurd...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106277263985206712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106277263985206712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106277263985206712' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106262035243174241</id><published>2003-09-03T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T16:19:12.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will never figure out how to links.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106262035243174241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106262035243174241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106262035243174241' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106262033786647587</id><published>2003-09-03T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T16:18:57.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Until I figure out how to do links, here is my email address: michaelthomascross@hotmail.com. Drop a line. And talk about me on your blog. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106262033786647587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106262033786647587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106262033786647587' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106256553066702099</id><published>2003-09-03T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T01:05:30.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How many people knew that Casual T is Trevor's hip hop name??! I prefer Causal T...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106256553066702099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106256553066702099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106256553066702099' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106256426896437424</id><published>2003-09-03T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T13:18:29.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Negativity: a Constellative “Model”(Or, Reading Report: Barrett Watten, Rust Belt Books, Friday, August 29, 2003)Negativity: “part of a system that cannot be represented positively” (Watten), actualized by internal semantic shifts within the text. Frederic Jameson: “That modern thought of experience is somehow ‘fragmentary’ might be an instructive feature of yet another Kulturkritik of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106256426896437424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106256426896437424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106256426896437424' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106219424627667586</id><published>2003-08-29T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T17:57:26.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Barrett Watten on "Negativity" tonight at Rust Belt. Report soon... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106219424627667586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106219424627667586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219424627667586' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106219410786176842</id><published>2003-08-29T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T17:55:07.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the witch with the comba disaster each coming light asspocketed combI’m supposed to stop my chores to better frame my thoughts of you belaboredas so many words lodged against lips coming, a thought in traffic how it travels from your greentint pecks it’s freezing outside and still we wear little to the clubnor do we alter the clouds from where, arch-neckedto see my poem taking shape</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106219410786176842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106219410786176842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219410786176842' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106217407756807098</id><published>2003-08-29T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T12:21:17.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A student told me today that one of her pastimes is reading the Constitution...! Wow!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106217407756807098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106217407756807098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106217407756807098' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106216621967301890</id><published>2003-08-29T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T12:19:23.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The great thing about the New Brutalism is that it doesn't matter if you want to be involved or not! The conspicuously absent aesthetic makes it possible for us to assign members! That is, I have deemed Patrick Durgin "Brutalist" by posting his secret swan all throughout Western New York (well, maybe not ALL throughout). Does that make me Brutal? Yes (it is not an easy job). Does that make him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106216621967301890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106216621967301890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106216621967301890' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106210463096926282</id><published>2003-08-28T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T17:03:51.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have I mentioned that Trevor and I have a new website?? I would list it as a link, but I've sort of given up on figuring that out. Go check it out at www.manifestpress.org. There you will find information about our new book "On the Shining Screen of the Eyelids," and our newly instituted reading dates for syllogism. Have I mentioned that syllogism #6 will be coming out this Fall/Winter and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106210463096926282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106210463096926282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106210463096926282' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106210355873618599</id><published>2003-08-28T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T16:45:58.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's another:a spirit serves a small breakfastand with small utensils even, small matters of the soul likein the sky, crucifix-green birds, v-like birds, or birds evenpainted above the grass is but smiling two different crayon textures where grow the tulipstree smiling bananas, stump with natural looks, crucifix birdsmiling in y’s and addition signs, it is a great day for the witch her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106210355873618599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106210355873618599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106210355873618599' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106210293173709492</id><published>2003-08-28T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T16:36:50.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is a poem from click click. All of the titles were borrowed from Paul Klee paintings. There will be more.the cheerful aspectcephalic, the driver round something for the headO the world is milky with us and will neither leave my side. the hollow point of where we flee the noise, our shying inquiry the shutters of its eyes have loose picked at its resolutions alone and from where I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106210293173709492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106210293173709492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106210293173709492' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106199616558238323</id><published>2003-08-27T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T22:11:44.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On my way to work this morning, I heard a song by Rush on the local rock station. I find that much of what I like about the best prog is also what I tend to enjoy in my favorite poetry. The Prog Rulebook is as "outside" rock as most experimental poetry is outside everything. I mean EVERYTHING. Bands like Magma and Yes, that ought to be as big as any of the current "alternative" rock one can hear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106199616558238323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106199616558238323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106199616558238323' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106182941702458163</id><published>2003-08-25T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T12:36:57.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished teaching my first comp. class at Buffalo, and I realize that most comp. students are exactly the same. They are scared, most of them look very tough at first, and many do not like my jokes. Even when I talk about Slayer or 50 Cent. My Justin Timberlake joke fell flat on its face.Guess what??? My favorite drummer OF ALL TIME is coming to Buffalo in February! Rashid Ali, famed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106182941702458163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106182941702458163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106182941702458163' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106156882095728470</id><published>2003-08-22T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T12:13:41.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading your own blog is sort of like listening to your voice on an answering machine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106156882095728470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106156882095728470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106156882095728470' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106156875985211762</id><published>2003-08-22T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T12:12:39.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just kidding. oh, and please tell me how to spell check.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106156875985211762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106156875985211762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106156875985211762' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106156871634985169</id><published>2003-08-22T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T12:11:56.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am starting to realize that blogging is an honesttogod commitment. I left the computer yesterday and began thinking about all the things I want to write about and how much time it might take. I started feeling anxious, and then decided that I probably shouldn't blog. So this will be my last post. Goodbye bloggers, forever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106156871634985169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106156871634985169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106156871634985169' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106148639364780629</id><published>2003-08-21T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T12:09:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before I say important things, can anyone tell me how to add links and how to change the color scheme?? oh and how to link my email address?? arrgh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106148639364780629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106148639364780629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106148639364780629' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5708658.post-106148583890988657</id><published>2003-08-21T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T12:09:12.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess what? This is my blog. I waited to see if blogging was going out of style (like rap did) before I joined up. Now that I live in Buffalo, it is important to stay connected. Here I will say many interesting things. I will blog dilligently, and you will not stop me. Even now you can not stop my typing. I will post daily. Perhaps multiple posts a day. I will talk about poetics mostly. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106148583890988657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5708658/posts/default/106148583890988657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelcross.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106148583890988657' title=''/><author><name>michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873636924754086342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
