<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>poetic practice journal by zillakiller {ryan ormonde}</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PoeticPracticeJournal" /><description></description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 16:00:50 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">727</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="poeticpracticejournal" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle></itunes:subtitle><item><title>(initial standing for a name) #3</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/initials-standing-for-names-of-7-family_9181.html</link><category>a</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 15:44:53 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-6488928684775159435</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;West Hill, Hastings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(initial standing for a name) #3&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She lives here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is not from here, she lives here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was here for a summer in the 1960s and now she lives here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She has lived here for thirteen years, nearly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She has lived here for over forty years, but&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She has lived here for thirteen years, nearly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She lives in a house here, behind me, behind the hill, and she lives here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She lives by the sea and mostly she does not see the sea and sometimes she sees the sea&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She has shown her work here for many years, since before she is living here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She has been making work here for thirteen years nearly, and working&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For a few years she was making scotch eggs over there somewhere, in the bakery&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She has a life here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-6488928684775159435?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T15:44:53.283-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>etymologies</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/etymologies.html</link><category>a</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 04:27:06 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-1673862174498083470</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;West Hill, Hastings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
etymologies&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the car needs a name, the van&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the extraordinary funfair ride&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and there is a big apple, but it isn't, but it isn't&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
smoke does so much and we call it smoke&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and it is smoke&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and mist, the sea sky, see the sea&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hastings in translation&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hastings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
JERWOOD&lt;br /&gt;
GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ƎMITWOHƧ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-1673862174498083470?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T04:27:06.816-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>(initial standing for a name) #2</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/initials-standing-for-names-of-7-family_13.html</link><category>a</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 11:46:03 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-7606918595176541248</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;West Hill, Hastings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(initial standing for a name) #2&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A certain person&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We do not sit here, or not for long. We play the town a certain way, we say the town a certain way, the town is that way of saying and that way of playing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We do not sit here at length, we do not look at the sea at length, we do not walk the beach at length, we do not walk the front at length&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
we walk to here and then we are here &lt;br /&gt;
we walk to here and then we are here&lt;br /&gt;
we walk to here and then we are here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and then we return, we leave&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
that is the way we are here and &lt;br /&gt;
that is the way we are two here and&lt;br /&gt;
that is the way we are two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-7606918595176541248?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T11:46:03.696-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>day</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/day.html</link><category>a</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 03:53:43 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-815233386788896849</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;West Hill, Hastings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you close your eyes it is not night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is not night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is not simply visibility although it may be all for light&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is in the air&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is where the body is at, when&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is in the breath&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is in the ear&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is on the skin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is in the eye&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is in the eye an exercise, it is a positive outcome of a trust exercise in the eye&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to be repeated every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-815233386788896849?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T03:53:43.056-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Pantoum of possibilities</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/pantoum-of-possibilities.html</link><category>pantoum</category><category>writing</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 08:49:27 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-4037867030057268848</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Possibility A&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility B&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility C&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility B&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility E&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility D&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility F&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility E&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility G&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility F&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility H&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility G&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility I&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility H&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility J&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility I&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility K&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility J&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility L&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility K&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility M&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility L&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility N&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility M&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility O&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility N&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility O&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility Q&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility P&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility R&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility Q&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility S&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility R&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility T&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility S&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility U&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility T&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility V&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility U&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility W&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility V&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility X&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility W&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility Y&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility X&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility Z&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility Y&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility C&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility Z&lt;br /&gt;
Possibility A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-4037867030057268848?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T08:49:27.878-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>an intro</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/intro.html</link><category>beads</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 11:48:25 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-8405596681176525427</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The 'travel shoe case' writing tool is a drawstring bag (previously marketed as a 'travel shoe case') holding a number of beads, on each one is written a different word (or term, image, phrase) from the map. The map is a map I drew of my/our/a/the universe. Each bead prompts in a test of moment, of location, of writing position, in writing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this the first moment these four beads were selected, one at a time:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(initial standing for a name) #1&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(blocked out phrase) #1&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-8405596681176525427?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T11:48:25.253-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>beauty</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/beauty.html</link><category>a</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 04:34:28 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-8113757171874731597</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Occupy London camp, 'Tent City' / steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, late morning / early afternoon, Thursday 09/02/12&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
beauty&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
reset beauty to this form, these colours, these shapes, this setup&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but do not&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
do not idealise even this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
let it turn again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
these two city beauties, heads on pillars, one obscured by branches, this one firstly presented pleasingly in an aperture, then off set between two dry trees baring dry fruits and between the trees and beneath the face a line and on the line black ragged material belonging back to the camp&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;the beauty of the camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
or dispose of beauty, never allow it, never settle&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the beautiful occupation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-8113757171874731597?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T04:34:28.115-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>(blocked out phrase) #1</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/blocked-out-phrase-1.html</link><category>a</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 11:47:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-6308602556508850026</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Occupy London camp, 'Tent City' / steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, late morning / early afternoon, Thursday 09/02/12&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(blocked out phrase) #1&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How he is to me and how this stranger, this camper, this protester,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How he is to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How men are in necessity&lt;br /&gt;
How men are living together&lt;br /&gt;
How men are sleeping together&lt;br /&gt;
How men are sleeping together out of necessity and how men are sleeping together out of need&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and through that, from that, after that, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How he is to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A shared passion, a shared intention&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look directly at a face carved from stone facing my face and facing the space around me, a head on a pillar, this is a human face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this is an individual with a passion, with an intention, and with sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What happens when there are a hundred&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;the same passion&lt;br /&gt;
and other passions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the same intention&lt;br /&gt;
and other intentions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and sensitivities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-6308602556508850026?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T11:47:00.313-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>home</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/home.html</link><category>a</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 04:19:27 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-251922704662398855</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Occupy London camp, 'Tent City' / steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, late morning / early afternoon, Thursday 09/02/12&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
live in a tent among the homeless&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; live in a tent&lt;/span&gt; like the homeless&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; live in a tent&lt;/span&gt; as the homeless&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
a city of homes, of tents, in the city, in the city&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
home since October, four months a cold home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to make a home exactly where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in the heart of the city&lt;br /&gt;
in the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
two kinds of homeless&lt;br /&gt;
two kinds of home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what is necessity&lt;br /&gt;
where is necessity&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is home to homeless a spectrum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-251922704662398855?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T04:19:27.249-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>(initial standing for a name) #1</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/initials-standing-for-names-of-7-family.html</link><category>a</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 11:49:37 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-8694093508218153834</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Occupy London camp, 'Tent City' / steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, late morning / early afternoon, Thursday 09/02/12&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(initial standing for a name) #1&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She said to me it is the most romantic thing, the most poetic thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She and I should share a tent here. We would keep each other's spirits up. She would feel for us the romance of the camp at night when it is freezing and also laugh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We would have to drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We would wonder if there is a camp of city workers asleep at their desks or under their desks, warmer than us, with toilets, a kitchen with coffee&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
up  there, those windows&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We would have to have music, headphones&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let's face it, we'd go home all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-8694093508218153834?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T11:49:37.797-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>'travel shoe case' writing tool</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/travel-shoe-case-writing-tool.html</link><category>amap apart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 07:56:37 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-4936499978827956909</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Going out today for the first time with the 'travel shoe case' writing tool. I made this yesterday, it is a drawstring bag (previously marketed as a 'travel shoe case') holding a number of beads, on each one is written a different word from the map (in the below images I pull out 'physical pain'.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3_AbPsNSaB8/TzODGKo4TdI/AAAAAAAABoA/ZJLr2mGX6I8/s1600/Photo-0740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3_AbPsNSaB8/TzODGKo4TdI/AAAAAAAABoA/ZJLr2mGX6I8/s400/Photo-0740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok6WXa44Sz0/TzODLZzEMdI/AAAAAAAABoM/uC5JzhALo7Q/s1600/Photo-0741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok6WXa44Sz0/TzODLZzEMdI/AAAAAAAABoM/uC5JzhALo7Q/s400/Photo-0741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUDKL1dpGls/TzODZBcykGI/AAAAAAAABoY/bnfJRDksTrc/s1600/Photo-0742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUDKL1dpGls/TzODZBcykGI/AAAAAAAABoY/bnfJRDksTrc/s400/Photo-0742.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-4936499978827956909?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T07:56:37.763-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3_AbPsNSaB8/TzODGKo4TdI/AAAAAAAABoA/ZJLr2mGX6I8/s72-c/Photo-0740.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>thinking about Occupy London</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/thinking-about-occupy-london.html</link><category>work in progress</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 07:24:01 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-9041019549724418680</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"From conducting its business in the coffee houses of 17th century London, the Exchange is one of the world’s oldest stock exchanges and can trace its history back more than 300 years."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - London Stock Exchange website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"[The Corporation of the City of London] is a medieval commune dating back 1,000 years which represents the interest of international finance"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - Nicholas Shaxson, author of Treasure Islands, 'a book about the world of tax evasion', quoted in The Guardian 28/10/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1GWuPDlENI/TzE-pHJijnI/AAAAAAAABms/p8H2iqWzCiM/s1600/occupy.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1GWuPDlENI/TzE-pHJijnI/AAAAAAAABms/p8H2iqWzCiM/s400/occupy.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-9041019549724418680?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-07T07:24:01.911-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1GWuPDlENI/TzE-pHJijnI/AAAAAAAABms/p8H2iqWzCiM/s72-c/occupy.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>writing test for amap apart: disease</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/writing-test-for-amap-apart-2.html</link><category>amap apart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:27:53 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-3830813733369018675</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;disease&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sitting in bed alone, all my clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This raised mattress with sheets for sleep, for sex, for rest, for recuperation&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This bed as a site of disease&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This bed as a stage for recovery from disease&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This bed as a stage of consciousness, sleep&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
An idea of disease as something that has to do with the window, with entry first into the home, the room&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or the window lets it out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Invisible disease&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
disease as a taste&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
disease as a signal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
disease from an unclean home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could lie here undiseased and then I would disease&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could die undiseased and then my body would disease&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
here on this bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-3830813733369018675?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-07T03:27:53.615-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>writing test for amap apart: what I write</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/writing-test-for-amap-apart.html</link><category>amap apart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 16:18:07 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-6256030548899402795</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I am sitting in a cinema box office in the West End of London.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what I write&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what I write in this context is what the person sitting in a cinema box office in the West End of London writes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am in front of a computer so I could access other things I write (I have written)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
as a symbol for what I write (I could write): &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the computer keyboard in front of me, under my fingertips (at my fingertips)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I read back. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is a thing I write, or writing is a thing I do (I can do).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I read back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
my fingers typing and my screen typing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
writing my fingers and reading my screen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here around here is the person writing, here in this part of the space.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here in this part of the building and here in this part of the internet (which is the same thing)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-6256030548899402795?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T16:18:07.393-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>More thinking (amap apart)</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-thinking-amap-apart.html</link><category>amap apart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 11:02:25 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-7351785794318360931</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;To repeat:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I find what I can, write from where I am, collect experience, find an approach, find an angle, identify, define, expand, and then pull out another word to change course.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This text becomes active in testing itself in the moment, in a location, from a point of access to information, to experience.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need to imagine how this will work before I do it, or at least I am curious...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These words are conceptual (or actual?) distinctions/territories from (my) living&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although life writing is nothing new, I feel there is something perverse about pinning down with life's strange specificities the (potentially, possibly 'free', 'unbound') experience of writing, but it is a perversity that makes sense to me, to how I can write. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These personally ideological words (words forming a personal ideology) give permission to write from experience, to be subjective.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-7351785794318360931?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T11:02:25.258-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>new plan for amap apart</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-plan-for-amap-apart.html</link><category>theory</category><category>amap apart</category><category>work in progress</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 08:50:23 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-3740272622875061605</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I think I need to start again with &lt;a href="http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-words-from-map.html"&gt;the list of words from the map&lt;/a&gt;. Until now I have been responding to life as it happens and countering experience to these words (or divisions), writing against their boundaries in a way that either enlarges or restricts (defines) depending on how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to introduce more energy and wit. I want to be less precious with it and more productive, and more playful. And a bit more Jackson Mac Low. And a bit more Becky Cremin.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The idea I have is to carry a bag of 86 beads and write on each one of the words from the list, then wherever I am I pull out a word and find what I can, write from where I am, collect experience, find an approach, find an angle, identify, define, expand, and then pull out another word to change course.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So the seed text (to adapt and misconstrue Mac Low's terminology) is the bag of beads, words that have come from a map that is a demarcation of personal universe, an initial understanding, an ideology, an attempt to fix belief&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This text becomes active in testing itself in the moment, in a location, from a point of access to information, to experience.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See how it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-3740272622875061605?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T08:50:23.269-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Rhyme for the Victoria Line (northbound, taking longer)</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/rhyme-for-victoria-line-northbound.html</link><category>writing</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 05:20:25 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-2694461754010402376</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Brix &amp; Stox &amp; Vaux &amp; Pim&lt;br /&gt;
Lico &amp; Vicko &amp; Oxo &amp; Green&lt;br /&gt;
Warren &amp; Euston &amp; Kings X St Panc,&lt;br /&gt;
Highbury &amp; Islington, Finsbury Park.&lt;br /&gt;
Multiple Siblings &amp; Tottenham Hale,&lt;br /&gt;
A black horse, a race course, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp; National Rail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-2694461754010402376?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T05:20:25.630-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Rhyme for  the Victoria Line (southbound)</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/rhyme-for-victoria-line-southbound.html</link><category>writing</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 14:37:20 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-2659426116510398662</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Dogs* is Blackhorse, Tots is Seven,&lt;br /&gt;
Finsbury's Highbury, Kings is Euston.&lt;br /&gt;
Warren is Green and Ox is Vicks,&lt;br /&gt;
Pimlico's Vaux and Stocks is Brix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Walthamstow Central, where you can go to the dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-2659426116510398662?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T14:37:20.053-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>words from the map: "GAY"</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/02/words-from-map-gay.html</link><category>amap apart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 09:53:13 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-8042738125859986833</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;some kids are shouting "GAY" at a friend who is sweaty from a jog&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in the moment she says she is thinking two things&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
one, I can't get angry I'm a Buddhist&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and two, it's not like it's an insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-8042738125859986833?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T09:53:13.803-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>words from the map: strangers!</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/words-from-map-strangers.html</link><category>amap apart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 05:17:36 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-6912816571367905800</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;three strangers&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big red doors pushed in off their hinges. So somebody, not the wind, scrape marks in the red paint. Probably a car so the person driving, driving off. Or people, do people drive a car or a person? The question is accidentally or on purpose. D said there is a possibility it was accidental.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He wasn't strange enough for me to sit in the back given that he would often drive G and they liked each other so I sat in the front. He told me what I already knew about G but he would have known things about G that I would not have known - knowing someone as an accumulative process of seeing them and hearing them. So I saw him sideways and quickly here and there and I heard the sound of his voice and I heard the use of his voice and I heard and saw his position. His position was not simply next to me at the steering wheel, there was more to it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
D told me he was a bit of a character. It was all about when he was ready to so something, ready to do it now, and he was very careful. Impatient enough for it to seem like he would not do the thing, but careful enough that he would see it through. I saw and I heard two things about him and after he fixed the doors and I was holding the doors on the phone D told me two things about him that are sort of the opposite but they are not two sets of opposite things they are four things you can see and you can hear he has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-6912816571367905800?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T05:17:36.982-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>words from the map: domesticity</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/words-from-map-domesticity_30.html</link><category>amap apart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 08:36:57 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-8419593585289907172</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;get out there&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to approach others who are out there&lt;br /&gt;
to approach others who are not&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to see street life and public life&lt;br /&gt;
to observe or to engage in&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to interrupt or not interrupt other business&lt;br /&gt;
to interrupt or not interrupt other behaviour&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to guess&lt;br /&gt;
to divine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
or else speculate&lt;br /&gt;
or else write a novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-8419593585289907172?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T08:36:57.900-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>words from the map: (initials standing for names of 7 family and 3 other names)</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/words-from-map-initials-standing-for_28.html</link><category>amap apart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 10:07:05 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-8178635537146833949</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;initial #3&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this given name in writing or pronounced is &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
how we pass you &lt;br /&gt;
how we see you &lt;br /&gt;
how we say we see you we pass you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is to you the special name of you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is your species those to whom your name is special&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
or are you my sibling?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We share a family name&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and some things were mine &lt;br /&gt;
and some things were yours&lt;br /&gt;
and some things we had to share&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
between our given names an &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
these days is rare :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-8178635537146833949?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T10:07:05.360-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>words from  the map: (initials standing for names of 7 family and 3 other names)</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/words-from-map-initials-standing-for.html</link><category>amap apart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 06:06:28 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-6265472485008184627</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;initial #2&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this one letter&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
is it M&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this one letter of 26&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the first initial of your name&lt;br /&gt;
a capital letter&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this one letter&lt;br /&gt;
a simple mnemonic&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
like you, one&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
one, like you were &lt;br /&gt;
not and like you &lt;br /&gt;
were and like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
are not&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
is not R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-6265472485008184627?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T06:06:28.955-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>words from the map: (the name of the cinema where I work)</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/words-from-map-name-of-cinema-where-i.html</link><category>amap apart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 00:00:56 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-3925292248671467080</guid><description>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;in a box &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
resembling the formal box, name of employer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in a box&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and also the rough outline of the building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-3925292248671467080?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T00:00:56.540-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>sort of villanelle 2</title><link>http://poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/sort-of-villanelle-2.html</link><category>bits</category><category>villanelle</category><category>writing</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ryan Ormonde)</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 08:03:23 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920772001938378599.post-8595139346922528850</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jd6g3AfgV_o/Tx7WN2GXMkI/AAAAAAAABmU/4mJhDsaC1R0/s1600/sort%2Bof%2Bvillanelle%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jd6g3AfgV_o/Tx7WN2GXMkI/AAAAAAAABmU/4mJhDsaC1R0/s400/sort%2Bof%2Bvillanelle%2B2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920772001938378599-8595139346922528850?l=poeticpracticejournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T08:03:23.001-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jd6g3AfgV_o/Tx7WN2GXMkI/AAAAAAAABmU/4mJhDsaC1R0/s72-c/sort%2Bof%2Bvillanelle%2B2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

