<?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-6805763</id><updated>2012-01-27T18:26:03.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther Press</title><subtitle type='html'>?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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>719</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4893597366158095017</id><published>2012-01-27T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:26:03.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little did the ones who knew the one in question know that the one in question was always planning, three steps ahead, the contours of those friendships.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4893597366158095017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=4893597366158095017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4893597366158095017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4893597366158095017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-did-ones-who-knew-one-in.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5290326805729187773</id><published>2012-01-26T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:08:43.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading "Albatross" across the street from CVS, Marysville, CA

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5290326805729187773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5290326805729187773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5290326805729187773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5290326805729187773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2012/01/reading-albatross-across-street-from.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1OQ3qHmEybg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-8326508281714822561</id><published>2012-01-26T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T07:31:51.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A reputation built on nothing but half-hearted sarcasm and grim networking, clique maintenance, periodic public displays, mostly overcompensated, of how lovely the friends are, especially the friends just like the one overcompensating. Add a touch of milked mystery. A dash of superiority complex, never exactly balanced by a not-to-believed humility. Run some weather around it. Splash about in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8326508281714822561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=8326508281714822561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/8326508281714822561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/8326508281714822561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2012/01/reputation-built-on-nothing-but-half.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4863576593677695054</id><published>2011-12-04T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T09:41:09.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT DO WOMEN DO ON SUNDAY?



by Monika Rinck





by the way, i'm developing a malevolent streak.

this no longer effects you. but it does effect me.

i find myself run through by different ages.

nothing at all bothers me in any one of them.

so i see everything as it is. outlines.

mentally drained, sodden with poison, with honey.

fidgety with rage and devotion. no one understands.

only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4863576593677695054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=4863576593677695054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4863576593677695054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4863576593677695054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-do-women-do-on-sunday-by-monika.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-2910397720751118651</id><published>2011-11-15T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:06:10.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ayya Khema--Anxiety

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2910397720751118651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=2910397720751118651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2910397720751118651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2910397720751118651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/11/ayya-khema-anxiety.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a58HEqfOXfk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-2743929665218338456</id><published>2011-11-08T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:57:11.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So great to decide to not respond to certain people ever again."

"Run, don't walk"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2743929665218338456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=2743929665218338456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2743929665218338456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2743929665218338456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-great-to-decide-to-not-respond-to.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-2572100972155154736</id><published>2011-11-08T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:29:35.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>assurance, backbone, boldness, bravery, certainty, certitude, constancy, conviction, courage, dauntlessness, decision, dedication, doggedness, dogmatism, drive, energy, fearlessness, firm-ness, fortitude, grit, guts, hardihood, heart, independence, indomitability, intrepidity, nerve, obstinacy, persistence, pluck, purpose, purposefulness, resoluteness, resolution, resolve, self-confidence, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2572100972155154736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=2572100972155154736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2572100972155154736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2572100972155154736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/11/assurance-backbone-boldness-bravery.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5469408074426640898</id><published>2011-11-07T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:52:44.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ape, barmy, bats in the belfry, batty, berserk, bonkers, cracked, crazed, cuckoo, daft, delirious, demented, deranged, dingy, dippy, erratic, flaky, flipped, flipped out, freaked out, fruity, idiotic, insane, kooky, lunatic, mad, mad as a March hare, mad as a hatter, maniacal, mental, moonstruck, nuts, nutty, nutty as fruitcake, of unsound mind, out of one's mind, out of one's tree, out to lunch,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5469408074426640898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5469408074426640898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5469408074426640898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5469408074426640898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/11/ape-barmy-bats-in-belfry-batty-berserk.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-3784104854661655656</id><published>2011-11-06T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:18:17.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jack Kornfield 2011-10-10 63:01 
Poetry and Beauty 
Spirit Rock Meditation Center: Monday and Wednesday Talks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3784104854661655656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=3784104854661655656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3784104854661655656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3784104854661655656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/11/jack-kornfield-2011-10-10-6301-poetry.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-7846744589317580662</id><published>2011-11-05T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:43:46.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Stay as a bridge because the desert is lonely. There is always a sifting... of friends and lovers."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7846744589317580662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=7846744589317580662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7846744589317580662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7846744589317580662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/11/stay-as-bridge-because-desert-is-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5123426866473306245</id><published>2011-11-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:09:47.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the greatest things I've seen recently. Thank you Stand Up! Chicago. (For those unfamiliar with the Wisconsin governor, Scott Walker--he's the worst union-buster around, and may be recalled.)

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5123426866473306245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5123426866473306245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5123426866473306245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5123426866473306245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-of-greatest-things-ive-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1oHRdiklTlU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-8757327932950456150</id><published>2011-10-29T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:45:30.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading Zizek transcripts, Chandra’s Sacred Games, Zultanski’s Cop Kisser, viewing video of national occupations of inner cities, watching Conceiving Ada, Tea and Sympathy, Rome, Open City, Paisan, Two Women, Undercurrent, Mamma Roma, finished Erofeev’s Moscow to the End of the Line, watering garden plot and watching little green things push out of unlevel dirt, missing the daylong meditation in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8757327932950456150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=8757327932950456150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/8757327932950456150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/8757327932950456150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/10/reading-zizek-transcripts-chandras.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-3182868756870327968</id><published>2011-10-25T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:00:21.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Germany Year Zero

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3182868756870327968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=3182868756870327968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3182868756870327968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3182868756870327968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/10/germany-year-zero.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I-DY0gulXp0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-752719370860049987</id><published>2011-10-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:58:50.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paisan

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/752719370860049987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=752719370860049987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/752719370860049987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/752719370860049987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/10/paisan.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Albdpxkooo8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5120260690369388083</id><published>2011-10-25T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:55:43.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Roma, città aperta

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5120260690369388083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5120260690369388083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5120260690369388083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5120260690369388083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/10/roma-citta-aperta.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4__lDQMLa4E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-7874906701771501683</id><published>2011-10-20T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:32:18.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exhausted by the relentless self-boosterism on Facebook.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7874906701771501683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=7874906701771501683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7874906701771501683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7874906701771501683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/10/exhausted-by-relentless-self-boosterism.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5323249172724587185</id><published>2011-10-15T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:18:33.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I disagree.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5323249172724587185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5323249172724587185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5323249172724587185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5323249172724587185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-disagree.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-1941223766642189603</id><published>2011-10-11T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:59:30.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slavoj Žižek at Occupy Wall Street

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1941223766642189603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=1941223766642189603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/1941223766642189603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/1941223766642189603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/10/slavoj-zizek-at-occupy-wall-street.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eu9BWlcRwPQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-9061786457076738650</id><published>2011-10-01T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:34:17.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nada Gordon
Scented Rushes
Roof
2010
$13.95
Softcover



Bawdy, over-the-top, absurd, believable, sensual, romantic, mitotic, pan-sexual, exuberant, flowing, wild, purple, laughable, erotic, sensory, disjunctive, overwhelming, narcotic, obsessive, lovely, passionate, funny, swollen, diction-harried. Scented Rushes is a feast of release: of gendered and genderless passion, freely flying into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/9061786457076738650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=9061786457076738650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/9061786457076738650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/9061786457076738650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/10/nada-gordon-scented-rushes-roof-2010-13.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-6976153779298093202</id><published>2011-09-16T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T07:31:43.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DUSTY SPRINGFIELD, THE WHITE STRIPES--"I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself"



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6976153779298093202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=6976153779298093202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6976153779298093202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6976153779298093202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/09/dusty-springfield-white-stripes-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YYiowohwVuY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-9000585533648861296</id><published>2011-09-14T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T15:54:47.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PJ HARVEY--"The Words That Maketh Murder"

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/9000585533648861296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=9000585533648861296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/9000585533648861296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/9000585533648861296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/09/pj-harvey-words-that-maketh-murder.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Va0w5pxFkAM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-7230016178587932266</id><published>2011-09-11T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:59:23.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7230016178587932266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=7230016178587932266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7230016178587932266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7230016178587932266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OVi7yX9X35A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-7486819666905525257</id><published>2011-09-07T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:50:18.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An addendum 
to my list for 
Steve Evans’ Attention Span
Would include two supreme beauties:

Brandon Brown | The Persians by Aeschylus | Displaced Press | 2011
Julian T. Brolaski | gowanus atropolis | UDP | 2011</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7486819666905525257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=7486819666905525257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7486819666905525257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7486819666905525257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/09/addendum-to-my-list-for-steve-evans.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-3359355239537803020</id><published>2011-08-28T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:50:39.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   
$36 at SPD’s sidewalk sale equals

Bök, C. (2001). Eunoia . Toronto: Coach House Books.
Brolaski, J. T. (2011). Gowanus atropolis. Brooklyn,  NY: Ugly Duckling Presse.
Calkins, J. (2006). A story of witchery. Los   Angeles, Calif.: Les Figues Press.
Conrad, C. A. (2009). The book of Frank. Tucson,  Ariz.: Chax Press.
Doris, S. (2000). Conference . Bedford,  Mass.: Potes &amp; Poets Press.
Foust,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3359355239537803020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=3359355239537803020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3359355239537803020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3359355239537803020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/08/36-at-spds-sidewalk-sale-equals-bok-c.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5709367312112903491</id><published>2011-08-20T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T05:34:10.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   
Translator’s note: Katsu means “arrowroot” and to means “wisteria.” Arrowroot and wisteria, being vines, are unable to stand by themselves but grow by entwining with other plants. Because of this, in China and Japan, arrowroot and wisteria are used as a symbol of something that is very complicated. Buddhist philosophy strives to describe what reality is. Because reality cannot be adequately </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5709367312112903491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5709367312112903491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5709367312112903491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5709367312112903491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/08/translators-note-katsu-means-arrowroot.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-2511431909352999064</id><published>2011-08-09T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:26:28.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   
EXPOSITION 36 (DECOMPOSITION 10)



Intentionality of the author, in her words,
In her plot, in her quoting, in his views,
In his/her memory, in his/her class,
{Gramsci removed class}
outpouring into alterity, the wheel
spinning, the unknown naming, the
end of guidance, the nodes working
a nothingment into an alsomeant.
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"Why is the educational apparatus in fact the dominant ideological State apparatus in capitalist social formations, and how does it function? 
For the moment it must suffice to say: 
1. All ideological State apparatuses, whatever they are, contribute to the same result: the reproduction of the relations of production, i.e. of capitalist relations of exploitation. 
2. Each of them contributes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2445684204830551820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=2445684204830551820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2445684204830551820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2445684204830551820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-is-educational-apparatus-in-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-735516607003935889</id><published>2011-08-04T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:42:11.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Originally published by BlazeVOX in 2005, my After the Giraffes is now on Scribd.

After the Giraffes
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Averse to persuasive, 
fragment shapes,
Beckoning headlands,
Tightly the diving shies
Free of the falling
Ambi-squeak, omni-heavenly,
Mighty erasing
Country carousal.
What we came from for
What from 
From what
The decay in 
The brain
The talking
Gibbering 
Jailhouse
Jumping.
The present’s 
The method.

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Therapeutic solutions, shot through with flow,
Disabled brain, 
The sensuous unspellable locations. 

The déjà vu in a patterned hat,
The déjà vu in a glance,
The déjà vu in a déjà vu

All symptomatic stations
Vericose very close veins
Toward a philosophy

Breaking in eighths,
And those going
Under eventually

To rivers you never
Wended, the dark
Deep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4767221248315143961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=4767221248315143961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4767221248315143961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4767221248315143961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-37.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/smisXZ7KVpo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-7022592127720639873</id><published>2011-07-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:40:52.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 36 MATANA ROBERTS (I AM, 2011)


Arc narrow name place many same
Care dove shriek down hitch 
hat match
Man can ack scram 

Albumen 
Oh horses

Jo john lob monster 

Fick fick fick 

Under sundry tumbles hung lunar tubes

And so and so 

Gummint 

Ichor liquor kitchen 
licentious
Uma away sole told
Notice open
Sendings.

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What it sounds as if the memory were sure.
So many errors one never sees even.
Compounding of forgiving the liquids the 
Distillating situations arisen from a dark
Only justified in equating proximates. So
As buddhas laughing one can not be but
Wondering the cars and their thermal
Metal and the sun with its sexual intention
Laughing to a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5104317917468688317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5104317917468688317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5104317917468688317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5104317917468688317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-35.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m4RW2hyGMR4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-9007199397452080297</id><published>2011-07-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:38:00.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 34. DEREK BAILEY/ EVAN HUNTER (IMPROVISATION, 1985)



To not write analogous, or as synonym in image,
To document the spaces co-rising, no trying to 
Impress the connection (sea lions) (moving)
The roses mean nothing but living let us
Witness the nothing to nod to. Branches of 
What you came with as absence presence
Measure (proximity, volume, sexuality).
The house lowers its factual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/9007199397452080297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=9007199397452080297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/9007199397452080297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/9007199397452080297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-34.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9VkeiKqc-xc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5605942119756473173</id><published>2011-07-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:36:42.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 33. ALLAN HOLDSWORTH / JOHN STEVENS (LIVE 1978)



Googlebotted sotted sodded plotted plodded lauded
Audited. I did it. I didn’t. Eden not. Eye den not.

Macrocephalous. Big dick? My crow is fallacious.
False headed. Microcy. Small lousy selves rowing.

Frazzled. As isles led from. Lead aside isles.
A side isle is an ass frizz. From what side?

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The personal is a crime.
Elevators obey stories.

Numbers of ways to burn.
Pass the romantic hat on.

Always everything decontexted identity constructs fictions.

Thursday was here Tuesday.
Salem witches in britches.

Cedars in swing shaken ache.
Codes of lonelinesssssssssss.

Angels relieve themselves waiting for your inspiration.

Hive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7551943166656117340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=7551943166656117340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7551943166656117340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7551943166656117340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-32.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gkTEfrmqxws/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4218220234434928625</id><published>2011-07-21T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:34:09.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 31. NICOLE MITCHELL AND BLACK EARTH ENSEMBLE (METAMORPHISIS, 2005)


The Paris Commune a climate change story, notify
Max Thursday. Intel Micro, novel vowel usage, flows

Into districts, scanning the wires, he always enters
With his mouth made to revolt in simmering shade.

Hard to copy what’s a fiction invested in identity
Like a human refusing internal difference, land of 

Lakes and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4218220234434928625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=4218220234434928625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4218220234434928625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4218220234434928625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-31.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/klDuSbA3nuk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-3069660813588104149</id><published>2011-07-21T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:32:45.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 30. MCCOY TYNER QUARTET (MOMENT’S NOTICE, 2002)



The words are already unintelligible there’s no need to
Make any tha’ way—belief’s a river of stones—being
So, drifts decoys. In apparent necessity the fraud is 
Actualized into knees on the table realism which is
An ism of odd forgiveness. Habits swarm. The xylophone
Charms into memory an African dictator late as the 
Wasps retrieving vast </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3069660813588104149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=3069660813588104149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3069660813588104149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3069660813588104149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-30.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YgRLTqfuuFM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-412974504496130157</id><published>2011-07-21T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:31:37.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 29. PETER BRÖTZMANN CHICAGO TENTET (AMSTERDAM, 2009)
(while using ISR, issue 78)


The United States attempted typically Islamist at times,
The left, FREEDOM, from self-isolation, edge the,
Mayoral race in situational harmony, an influential
Income distribution, $20000 for a six day hospital 
Stay, when the Civil war blue sky behind thin hanging
Leaved trees, but they did, the soil exhausted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/412974504496130157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=412974504496130157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/412974504496130157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/412974504496130157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-29.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uOmlcoaH1VA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-6420503957334188279</id><published>2011-07-21T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:30:14.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 28. DEREK BAILEY (AT TONIC, NYC, 2003)


California. Califia. Foreign night.
Bitten. In the smidge. Red letters in blue.

You stumble in space, like a chasing angle,
Imparted, deserted, lofts of air in the city.

Dark markers in a shaded maze, combs,
Love you, then measures of investigation.

Twins in every building beside the the the.
Buddhas, useless humor, reminders.

Associative </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6420503957334188279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=6420503957334188279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6420503957334188279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6420503957334188279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-28.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Nm2hAFAZayk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4115234764758949954</id><published>2011-07-21T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:28:58.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 27. BILL EVANS TRIO (NARDIS, LIVE AT UMBRIA, 1978)



Yellow swelling into blue universe. Catching systems.
Mired and impressive living and breathing and west
Of the saids, the stations careen in cars with death
In the beams. 

All talk is of Iraq and Afghanistan and hunger and
Whores, no one asserts the words 
That sends the centers breeding into
Faith places (a joke in few) (loosening

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A of the be few microtextual moments,
Sloped sense of (parsed) (Plutonic)
Garbled blown love by acrid ocher.

Steps upon heroic islands of dicey
Play, minor, shapes, telltale, ear
Meaning you division in.

Head an unblessed mess, shallow,
Deo, Neo, Retro, Metro, 
Plucked by a number of elements

Into freezing the seasons so,
Allowing beaches </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3483301478519309479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=3483301478519309479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3483301478519309479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3483301478519309479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-26.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C84KmJwtPeI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5462403884499005578</id><published>2011-07-21T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:25:33.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 25. TAKAYANAGI W/ ZORN (YOKOHAMA) Mystery of trees in leaning feelingWhat mirrors know Or seldom meant (softly) (agony)So intelligible of loft, parlance ofEspecial spiders, the music ofNylons in ballons humorouslyFictive winds, no stop only gorillas.Gangplankdom, bees, let the Method develop ocelots, Odd little mixtures of misunderstoodSources whom eye-lighting doesIn, AB 01 000059, point of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5462403884499005578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5462403884499005578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5462403884499005578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5462403884499005578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-25.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SSEv89MCEpg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5207186580203265848</id><published>2011-07-21T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:24:01.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 24. BRAXTON (LIVE AT JAZZ ALDIA, 2008) Horses natural valence snubbing love,Furor over open inherited winds,Diminishing. Identification.Bracket. Flexible, confirmation, Wednesday.Into this absence a paltry haltingSignificance, then a tide of Unknowing. Rats, north, services, to the notches.Criteria. Envelopes. Spoken hopes,Results in each answer supply Relief to the villagers. Perfect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5207186580203265848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5207186580203265848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5207186580203265848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5207186580203265848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-24.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aWa8JkgXyb4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4746146343410961394</id><published>2011-07-21T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T03:57:53.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 23. KAORU ABE (PIT INN TEA ROOM, 1972) Snooze loosening abtuse movements,Lemons, sense-organs, maladaptive trance. No one cares of silos in zones of your ions.Nor brunch amid brazen mistaken lay people. And what of the torpor we’re having?Sooner and later, the crossing off into fog. Reminding of horror songs in fallen ovaries.The deal done, the figures with mouths, and All along carrying a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4746146343410961394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=4746146343410961394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4746146343410961394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4746146343410961394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-23.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/11dkb7t-yAk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-1165760430915993477</id><published>2011-07-21T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T03:51:59.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 22. TAKAYANAGI (MASS HYSTERISM, 1980, LIVE AT MOERS)


To say it is the same is not the same same.
Trading tens, pulses of little fictions in the eyes, 
Believe what the bird told yah, and the ambulance.
The same maintenance of voice in an agreed upon
Sensibility to know who one is why it was if they
Had assembled you, tacked up, jarred awake.
The trouble with mushrooms. The instant he said
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This disorder. This disordinance. This disorderly
Dogmatic hello.
In small talk angles shape a certainty around which
Uncertainty impedes and aggresses.
Values dotting the branches on the lashes.
Circumspection of French-speaking unequals.
Crossed-off, layered, mitotic, simultaneous.
They come over and roast you in awkward love.
My, my, my and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/588959157486640964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=588959157486640964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/588959157486640964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/588959157486640964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-21.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eY16VJc69Kw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-404449115751594753</id><published>2011-07-20T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:17:20.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 20.WORLD SAXOPHONE QUARTET (BANLIEUES BLEUES, 2009)


Tacit absence of lactation, figurines in stark shambles,
Let us pray.
Murmurs in windows, you said you were
A ghost in your life or that life was a ghost,
With no smells of hell.

The tape adjusts to the asking.
Intelligible avenues.
Sears, swearing before Congress, seers
Of black magic.

The down sugar motions—days train themselves
Into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/404449115751594753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=404449115751594753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/404449115751594753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/404449115751594753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-20.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DCxvtfTGRxw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-7231534318682813592</id><published>2011-07-20T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:14:11.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 19. TAKAYANAGI (ECLIPSE, 1975)


Artificial doctor components in lily loud mama.
Perception is a gate toward aleph beta massage.
Division of able. Portending. So many Art is
Statements one needs a headache. 

Watching the raspberries, few planes here,
Inducements to come, to listen to, threads,
Abjections, jack-offs. Stern, cloudy, cars.
I involved in logico-ethical brainplatedness.

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Buoyant black silver hills, Yuba, all should be visible
Strangers, dells, brown heart. The clear acceptance
Of lake, insecurity, of cocky documents. Cancel. Help.
Through them.

Days fabled and verticality smash in center of bells,
You are seldom understood in your Basque mansion,
Baroque bathroom, your bathetic abruptness.
Skies develop amnesias.

Into what sense</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6027256471100051758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=6027256471100051758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6027256471100051758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6027256471100051758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-18.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CmdhSq5Hp6w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4245973537742588711</id><published>2011-07-20T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:08:00.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 17. GUSTAFSSON W/  MOORES (2009)


Identity so soft toward bend in expression
Character devolves habits of 
So one follows a bone home toward how.
Little spaces of sun amid crazy
Laters and mental hospital socks.
Retrieval of sense from a from
That is distance of air but caring
No then or now but beautiful abyssal
Impressions around which to 
Leave trees in the foreground
And walk back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4245973537742588711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=4245973537742588711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4245973537742588711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4245973537742588711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-17.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tSf3TzuCW4M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4009832431665684143</id><published>2011-07-20T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:06:08.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 16. AYLER (THE TRUTH IS MARCHING IN)


We having paying we mistakenly 
Embrace the love of the other
In the fiction of the first mission.
The turning in is a brewer’s fuse
In a year of townish camaraderie.
A dark cowardly toxicity accompanies the granite amulet whispers
In marriages, whereof
The sweet shadows in line on the fallen wall.
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Egyptian radio or radiation gypping us 
The saws swarms five knives the moles
From ectoplasm froth identities 
The weathering in the present. What
Matters the fertile linearity of guns in
Stomachs. No one around in the sound.
There’s a shallow hardly heard 
Supposition of struggling, fevers, cats
And answers underwhelming. This is
Coming to this. It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7494229085231933402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=7494229085231933402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7494229085231933402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7494229085231933402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-15.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oABZJu1gTRM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-8457702986737627930</id><published>2011-07-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:48:10.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 14. SUN RA ARKESTRA (CHICAGO JAZZ FEST 1981)


Strapped to the 
My,
Moon dour owes
Haste makes
You
--afghanistan
--pakistan
--detroit
Into five layers
And your thin
Placements
Your recordables
In soul holes
Beside the questions
Coming from
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Cybergleaming impromptu palindromes.
Forestalling mitotic compunction.
The red sky lies and lies and said desert.
Identical is not identical.
Metadata bridges your sexual
Bicameral
Longing. Like a kite,
Nodes, grunts, wars.
The apartness is apparent.
Diagnosis of a dream 
Proving the world a sacred buzzing instability,
Quietly nightly wrapping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3522998176062200984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=3522998176062200984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3522998176062200984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3522998176062200984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-13.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GmJwV3Xkl8M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-6005449751150016771</id><published>2011-07-18T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T02:25:10.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JAZZ 12. SUN RA ARKESTRA (TWIN STARS OF THENCE)



Insular axon of neuron,
Down down there in triplets,
The moon douses its daughters,
And prearranges the slim
Distances between the figments
Of orangutans.
Clap it. Snap it. Glad dip
In language’s art of deception,
Where you were saying
So many nice tings
That meant the other sides
Had water altars
To a frog god’s hospital.

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In relation to synonym, in analogous
Formation,
The dendrites,
The lunar compulsion to think of evenhanded operas
While missing the doldrums
Of lumbering inside vocables.

Here is a saw. A sensation,
Dangling, in relation to,
What is the feather underpinned identity
Realized in factual abasement---

Schooled in—
Shooed out—

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Just the issuance of this and this and this and this.

Parboilings, fictive faces, the reasoning

Allows the impertinent certainties

To drain.

What that war means, what that occupation feather that Equator

Elevating the supreme

Rising up is.

Is an amphitheater of pain

Mainly. Fishes, song-saws, cats in the barley,

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Horse head in amber art, you are there,

In the staring impregnable inquisition.

Layers of palsy, fluttering instinctual

They say.


Keep coming to me, minuses

Abstractions in plaited 

Alphabets, your love an oven

Or some this way flets.


Trainers all in training,

Buddhic usurpers

Supping on nothing,

The tremendous 


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The alarm of the arm in the martyr.



Art excuses no one.



Art excuses no one.



Be there a bonobo in chastity of advancing



Litmus, or



Musings in a room



Frequented by few upholsterors.



You said it, winsome wind.



The future is madeup, as is the secret



Scent of the present.



Bibles will not make you alumni,



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Izz, izz, izz, am, am, hood.

Felt a way was leaning in on.


There’s no hollow here:

Circles, aghast, magic.


Sun on some

Later lake, transcribed data.


Histrionic sea, leavings,

Falstaffian taffy.


You know the reasons.

They show you the low how in the way.


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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ark

Spaces, mazes, Dr. Mental.

The staring, the stairs
To you,

Ingested,
Corpho.

No remedy you can’t escape.

The feeling comes on.

Your mother was never right.

The feeling comes on.

The entrances, there are those.

Those that come and wonder.

Take this place.

Take this face.


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Edge measure,

swept.


Let us in.

The fool-you


Notch,

Night.


Where goes he.

There goes he.


Bright telltales.

The Hello-ocean.

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The door is a forgotten frown,
Luring a leftover head,
In case of bees
and feelings.

Welcome.
It rises up. Like a fiction
Of a situation
Many counted on counting.

Last year your face
Changed and the annuals
Erupted and the fierce
Teasing pleasing

Plummeting began.
It comes in. And birds
Triangulate, scores of
Red letters, as in windows.


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Almonds moon dial 

lionize

islands

is-ands.


September embers

Bare ten slept

Timbers.


You said there

Was no between

Between us,

Nobody even.


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Hihihihihihihihihi.
The tea and the database.
The tea and the database say.

4cc60uOf.
Tranquilizers.
Pens, saids in space.

“I am at a considerable distance.”
The political house in a mouth.
Yellow, hero, blinking.

The president is a fictional character.
PROGRESS
Process Rogers.

They are!
Implacable. Twistings, 
Windings.  Alter native leaves.


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None. Nothing. Now.None.
Now none.
Now none.
Not hing.
Ing.
Ing.
Now
Nowing.
No wing.
None.


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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5017774106738824275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5017774106738824275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5017774106738824275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5017774106738824275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/07/jazz-1-none.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bJULMOw69EI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-6306020195467345798</id><published>2011-06-08T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T18:52:56.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gale Nelson, This Is What Happens When Talk Ends, Burning Deck, 2011
Roberto Bolaño, Between Parantheses, New Directions, 2011
Amina Cain, "Hunger," Belladonna #135, 2011
Michael Burkard, One Day My Face, 2011
Phillip Moffitt, Dancing with Life--Buddhist Insights for Finding Meaning and Joy in the Face of Suffering, Rodale, 2008
ARTnews, May 2011
Allyssa Wolf, Loquela, Parrot 5/Insert Press, 2010</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6306020195467345798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=6306020195467345798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6306020195467345798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6306020195467345798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/06/gale-nelson-this-is-what-happens-when.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-6699998254598560609</id><published>2011-06-06T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:54:56.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>David LespiauFour Cut-ups or The Case of the Restored VolumeTranslated from the French by Keith WaldropSerie d’ECRITURE, No. 24Burning Deck2006 (original)/2010 (English translation)Paper$14

Sugar comes and goes: confectionary, bodily necessity, and dietary restriction. Perhaps it is the sweet stitching in this assemblage, Four Cut-Ups, or running through—of distributions, distinctions—of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6699998254598560609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=6699998254598560609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6699998254598560609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6699998254598560609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/06/david-lespiau-four-cut-ups-or-case-of.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-6355560151915563813</id><published>2011-05-28T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:50:47.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will be reading in Los Angeles next Saturday, June 4th, at The Empty Globe reading series, curated by Amina Cain.  Teresa Carmody will also be reading, and Laida Lertxundi will show one of her films.

Teresa Carmody’s recent work includes Explanation as Composition, a collaborative audio project with Sarah Shun-lien Bynum, Harold Abramowitz, Amanda Ackerman and Kate Durbin. She is the author of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6355560151915563813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=6355560151915563813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6355560151915563813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6355560151915563813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-will-be-reading-in-los-angeles-next.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5904295169846594001</id><published>2011-05-19T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T18:43:40.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Pain Body is very Seductive--Eckhart Tolle

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5904295169846594001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5904295169846594001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5904295169846594001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5904295169846594001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/05/your-pain-body-is-seductive-eckhart.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4aUjLiLiriA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4754006826756067360</id><published>2011-05-18T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:55:09.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TODAY MARKS:

13 Years Sober
13 Years Off Dope
12 Years Off Cigarettes
8 Months Off Caffeine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4754006826756067360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=4754006826756067360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4754006826756067360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4754006826756067360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/05/today-marks-13-years-sober-13-years-off.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-1342838106689021129</id><published>2011-05-13T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:00:18.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FEATHER FALLS



10 mile hike.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1342838106689021129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=1342838106689021129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/1342838106689021129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/1342838106689021129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/05/feather-falls-10-mile-hike.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v7tejv_W90s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-1646006064898015395</id><published>2011-05-07T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:48:05.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enter in sound: Breaking the mirror

University  of Maine New Writers Series, April 1, 2011

The logic-defying phrases in César Vallejo’s original Trilce (1922/1992) work mostly on the level of uni-vocal patterning.  There is seemingly less feeling of outside entries (multiple voices) than what appears in my Trilce (Wagner, 2006).  In both cases, these are syntactical choices.  I was interested </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1646006064898015395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=1646006064898015395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/1646006064898015395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/1646006064898015395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/05/enter-in-sound-breaking-mirror.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-3679099563302679067</id><published>2011-05-01T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T09:46:53.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dogtooth

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3679099563302679067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=3679099563302679067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3679099563302679067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3679099563302679067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/05/dogtooth.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QFtDzK64-pk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-796705830245606198</id><published>2011-04-29T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:40:53.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tapping Points</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/796705830245606198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=796705830245606198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/796705830245606198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/796705830245606198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/04/tapping-points.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-760012970260776204</id><published>2011-04-25T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:09:36.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Artforum. (2011, February). 49(6)

Boriharnwanaket, K. S. (1995). Metta: loving kindness in Buddhism. London: Triple Gem Press.

Hahn, T. N. (1996). Cultivating the mind of love: the practice of looking deeply in the Mahayana Buddhist tradition. Berkeley, Calif.: Parallax Press.

Lunde, P. (2009). The book of codes: understanding the world of hidden messages : an illustrated guide to signs, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/760012970260776204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=760012970260776204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/760012970260776204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/760012970260776204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/04/artforum.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-2503079721745618880</id><published>2011-04-08T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:18:09.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dharma Talks at Dharma Seed

Download, Streaming, or Ordering--hundreds of talks

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2503079721745618880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=2503079721745618880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2503079721745618880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2503079721745618880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/04/dharma-talks-at-dharma-seed-download.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-888731265125494541</id><published>2011-04-07T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:23:04.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Newspaper review of my University of Maine reading here.



Sand Beach, Acadia National Park 


Sand Beach, Acadia National Park 

Geddy's ("you can't get there from here") 

 Hotel lobby.  Bear, real.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/888731265125494541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=888731265125494541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/888731265125494541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/888731265125494541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/04/newspaper-review-of-my-university-of.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8JqQenG5To/TZ5-eYn7-RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SdbnsmQ9O-4/s72-c/maine+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4175052299434363402</id><published>2011-03-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:43:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the continuing, interweaving series, Why is Art? 

PAUL MALISZEWSKI

I haven’t made much art lately, so your question, which is a good one, vital even, fills me with guilt and dread. The thing is, I wouldn’t call myself an artist. I rarely even call myself a writer. You know on the tax form, on the 1040, where they ask you what you do for a living? Over the years, I’ve said there that I’m a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4175052299434363402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=4175052299434363402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4175052299434363402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4175052299434363402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-continuing-interweaving-series-why_20.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5088763244745545115</id><published>2011-03-12T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:15:04.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Chico Creek
47 sec

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5088763244745545115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5088763244745545115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5088763244745545115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5088763244745545115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-chico-creek-47-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EiERFdsapdw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-2635936011202397429</id><published>2011-03-04T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:11:04.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the continuing, interweaving series, Why is Art?


DEB OLIN UNFERTH 


Most art is simile -- this is like that or in some way like that. And simile imitates the strange logic of the mind, but in a more ordered, controlled way (unlike the mind, which explodes with unpredictable associations at the mention of a single word). Controlled simile helps us to stay calm. These days I'm inclined to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2635936011202397429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=2635936011202397429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2635936011202397429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2635936011202397429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-continuing-interweaving-series-why.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-7137778515665315969</id><published>2011-03-02T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:41:39.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>University of Maine New Writing Series


31 MAR  JAMES WAGNER- Thurs 4:30, Soderberg

I will read from Trilce on the 31st and give a short talk on the 1st of April.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7137778515665315969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=7137778515665315969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7137778515665315969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7137778515665315969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/03/university-of-maine-new-writing-series.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-2192688024019485887</id><published>2011-02-27T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T10:41:12.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realized that I spend time on certain issues important to me, and then they just die out with me.  Some of these things I feel are important or just helpful, and that they may be helpful to others, so I will post them here. 

Health:
Check that you are getting the RDA of magnesium. It’s a hugely important nutrient.  It’s in spinach, almonds, brown rice, tofu, pumpkin seeds, chocolate, chard, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2192688024019485887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=2192688024019485887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2192688024019485887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2192688024019485887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-realized-that-i-spend-time-on-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-7411341075537630065</id><published>2011-02-26T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:08:53.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Megaphone:  Some Enactments, Some Numbers, and Some Essays about the Continued Usefulness of Crotchless-pants-and-a-machine-gun FeminismJuliana Spahr, ed.Stephanie Young, ed.Chain Links403 pages2011Paperback$27.95

A Megaphone is an anthology of responses to a fairly unlistening world, and heavily and admirably at patriarchy, with good reason.  It pushes at it with strength, conviction, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7411341075537630065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=7411341075537630065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7411341075537630065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7411341075537630065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/megaphone-some-enactments-some-numbers.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5993629812983661071</id><published>2011-02-24T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:27:11.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the continuing, interweaving series, Why is Art?


STEVE TIMM


I don’t know so I offer an asking back, let accident dent. Receive and you will lask f(r)ever? Loud gourd! Lewd guerdon! Ply of the hankies starring garrulous barrelmaker. Beryl motherfucker. Honeysucker moneylicker. Chicory sand fritter. Corpse-a-lot fetlocker. Unfooted rhymestiff. Chicken-starting chitlin maven. Jack Throst. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5993629812983661071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5993629812983661071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5993629812983661071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5993629812983661071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-continuing-interweaving-series-why_24.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-8599912997665368890</id><published>2011-02-21T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:10:10.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THEN WHAT

And ifthe “Real”
turns outto be
just asphony?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8599912997665368890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=8599912997665368890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/8599912997665368890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/8599912997665368890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/then-what-and-if-real-turns-out-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4609051092211699816</id><published>2011-02-20T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:52:18.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the continuing, interweaving series, Why is Art? 

ANNE BOYER


After the weaving are the tenterhooks. Or the cloth is not cloth at all until it is stretched beyond what a weaver thought possible.  The very stretching out of shape gives shape.  Is it not this cloth that reminds us what the cloth requires? Can it be that there is  no way to make a cloth other than make a cloth? And every time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4609051092211699816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=4609051092211699816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4609051092211699816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4609051092211699816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-continuing-interweaving-series-why_20.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-1293167426867871458</id><published>2011-02-20T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T08:54:41.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently reading:

Arendt, H. (1958). The human condition. Chicago: University Of Chicago Press.

Batchelor, S. (1997). Buddhism without beliefs: a contemporary guide to awakening. New York: Riverhead Books.

Maliszewski, P. (2011). Prayer and Parable. Albany: Fence Books.

Moschovakis, A. (2010). You and three others are approaching a lake. Minneapolis: Coffee House Press.

Rivera, E. (2010). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/1293167426867871458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=1293167426867871458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/1293167426867871458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/1293167426867871458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/currently-reading-arendt-h.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-4048910162519660073</id><published>2011-02-19T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T17:40:46.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading "Shadow Narrative 1 &amp; 2"

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/4048910162519660073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=4048910162519660073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4048910162519660073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/4048910162519660073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/reading-shadow-narrative-1-2.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8EUcjgK95Ps/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-8696265742332802241</id><published>2011-02-17T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:30:39.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY  FIRST ACUPUNCTURING                   


I decided to visit an acupuncturist yesterday, after hearing many good things said about him from a friend.  
When I arrived I was not surprised to find that this was a house and a remodeled back building.  Perhaps it was once a garage.  It was now fully carpeted with a maroon hue.  There were windows, with sun coming in, and various sacred paintings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/8696265742332802241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=8696265742332802241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/8696265742332802241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/8696265742332802241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-acupuncturing-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-6850705514894956503</id><published>2011-02-17T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:53:19.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the continuing, interweaving series, Why is Art?

DANIEL BORZUTZKY 


To isolate specific moments of the yes-no illogical-logic of the world and to take their logic to extreme circumstances to demonstrate the deathly logic of their illogic. 


To show that life is beautiful by showing that it is awful. 


To demonstrate the movement of bodies, the unification of bodies, the decomposition of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6850705514894956503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=6850705514894956503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6850705514894956503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6850705514894956503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-continuing-interweaving-series-why.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-2853094986690580833</id><published>2011-02-15T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:52:49.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first response in a continuing, interweaving series, Why is Art? 


KEVIN KILLIAN


Art is the first cause, from which all things begin.  When scientists peel back the skies I expect they will find Art right where it has always been, pulling the strings of the puppet theater all of us live in.  Lately I've been reading up on Scientology via a lengthy New Yorker profile of writer/director Paul</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/2853094986690580833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=2853094986690580833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2853094986690580833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/2853094986690580833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-response-in-continuing.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5708083356959589830</id><published>2011-02-14T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:34:22.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phantasms of black and quite, phantasms of us and them for when we are the them from another us, phantasms of s/mockery, phantasms of another pliant righteousness, phantasms of spock, phantasms of private school saviors who dress in rags when their drycleaning is not yet in, phantasms of romantic coxswains with carefully modified chin stubble, phantasms of mind/poetry regulated by slightly higher</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5708083356959589830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5708083356959589830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5708083356959589830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5708083356959589830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/phantasms-of-black-and-quite-phantasms.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-9215769733131270986</id><published>2011-02-09T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:52:57.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>self-promotion syndrome, self-promotion symptomology, self-promotion via victimology, self-promotion as redactive assault, self-promotion as inexact coffin, self-promotion in mono-emotional alcoholics, self-promotion in laughter cued, self-promotion in seasonal marxist hiding silver spoon, self-promotion in gender, self-promotion in “style,” self-promotion in indistinct depressive mumble, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/9215769733131270986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=9215769733131270986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/9215769733131270986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/9215769733131270986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/self-promotion-syndrome-self-promotion.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-5166604746404239559</id><published>2011-02-08T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:04:48.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Moods dictate my behavior.  If something makes me feel good, I want to have it; if it makes me feel bad, I want to get rid of it; if it leaves me indifferent, I ignore it.  I find myself in a perpetual state of conflict:  emotionally pulled one way and pushed another.  Yet underpinning both attraction and aversion is craving:  the childish and utopian thirst for a situation in which I finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/5166604746404239559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=5166604746404239559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5166604746404239559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/5166604746404239559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/moods-dictate-my-behavior.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-3911768991417674853</id><published>2011-02-04T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T07:14:12.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 

"You want me to tell you what sets Maliszewski apart? The answer is probity. The answer also is decency. Here's another answer: modesty, tact, exactitude, pertinence, reverence, wit. All told, Maliszewski has all the graces, which is why I, in my old age, am renewed and schooled by him. Oh, and another thing: Paul Maliszewski takes no crap."—Gordon Lish
At a campground, a divorced father </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3911768991417674853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=3911768991417674853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3911768991417674853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3911768991417674853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-want-me-to-tell-you-what-sets.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-3348153143784701751</id><published>2011-02-01T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:36:18.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We are reliving an edited version of the past, planning an uncertain future, or indulging in being elsewhere.  Or running on automatic pilot, without being conscious at all.

And instead of a coherent personality that stretches back in an unbroken line to a first memory and looks forward to an indefinite future, we discover a self ridden with gaps and ambiguities.  Who "I am" appears coherent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/3348153143784701751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=3348153143784701751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3348153143784701751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/3348153143784701751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-are-reliving-edited-version-of-past.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-7799617593829637450</id><published>2011-01-26T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:13:21.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOHN ASHBERY


Some Trees


These are amazing:  each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance

To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try

To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain.

And glad not to have invented
Such comeliness, we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/7799617593829637450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=7799617593829637450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7799617593829637450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/7799617593829637450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/01/john-ashbery-some-trees-these-are.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805763.post-6583173781698833288</id><published>2011-01-25T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T01:38:44.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill."

--Buddha


"We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. 
When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves."

--Buddha


A brahmin once asked The Blessed One:
"Are you a God?"
"No, brahmin" said The Blessed One.
"Are you a saint?"
"No, brahmin" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/feeds/6583173781698833288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6805763&amp;postID=6583173781698833288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6583173781698833288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6805763/posts/default/6583173781698833288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherpress.blogspot.com/2011/01/whatever-words-we-utter-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066844450420389687</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
