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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~4/3GahS7jilXU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2009/07/the-menu-by-terence-winch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Biceps, Rodin, The Humble Pen, and Ballet [by Emma Trelles]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/k5_LPXU13WY/biceps-rodin-the-humble-pen-and-ballet.html</link><category>Art</category><category>Fiction</category><category>Guest Bloggers</category><category>Literary All Stars</category><category>Music</category><category>Photographs</category><category>Poems</category><category>Weblogs</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Emma Trelles</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 13:44:32 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e54fe4158b8833011571f91926970b</guid><description>A few nights ago I attended a bodybuilding-meets-visual art event at the Museum of Art in Fort Lauderdale. Yes, there were micro-bikinis and oiled muscles, but there was also a panel of humanities professors noting how the human form has...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~4/k5_LPXU13WY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2009/07/biceps-rodin-the-humble-pen-and-ballet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Emma Trelles, Guest Blogger July 12-18</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/bqzxdssCkUY/emma-trelles-guest-blogger-july-1218.html</link><category>Announcements</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Best American Poetry</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 23:00:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e54fe4158b8833011571026232970c</guid><description>This week we welcome Emma Trelles as our guest blogger. Emma is the author of Little Spells (GOSS183). She is a Pushcart Prize nominee for poetry and an arts and culture journalist. Her writing has appeared in publications such as...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~4/bqzxdssCkUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2009/07/emma-trelles-guest-blogger-july-1218.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Fast Flying Vestibule: I’m Glad I’m Prepared for the Recession (Terence Winch)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/_vAcy8kC3NE/the-fast-flying-vestibule-im-glad-im-prepared-for-the-recession-terence-winch.html</link><category>Terence Winch</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Terence Winch</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 06:55:08 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e54fe4158b88330115710099ca970c</guid><description>terry winch, jesse winch, alan oresky, joe stork, pete adland, doug pell ca.1973. Once upon a time (actually, late 1971), the strangest old-time string-band in American musical history was formed, and I was there at the beginning. The Fast Flying...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~4/_vAcy8kC3NE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><media:content url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~5/2QuyTsiUZgU/im-glad-im-prepared-for-the-recession-1.mp3" fileSize="4007902" type="audio/mpeg" /><itunes:subtitle>terry winch, jesse winch, alan oresky, joe stork, pete adland, doug pell ca.1973. Once upon a time (actually, late 1971), the strangest old-time string-band in American musical history was formed, and I was there at the beginning. The Fast Flying...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary>terry winch, jesse winch, alan oresky, joe stork, pete adland, doug pell ca.1973. Once upon a time (actually, late 1971), the strangest old-time string-band in American musical history was formed, and I was there at the beginning. The Fast Flying...</itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Terence Winch</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2009/07/the-fast-flying-vestibule-im-glad-im-prepared-for-the-recession-terence-winch.html</feedburner:origLink><enclosure url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~5/2QuyTsiUZgU/im-glad-im-prepared-for-the-recession-1.mp3" length="4007902" type="audio/mpeg" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/files/im-glad-im-prepared-for-the-recession-1.mp3</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></item><item><title>"Supernatural Love" [by Gjertrude Schnackenberg]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/OULnYR5_p4A/supernatural-love-by-gjertrude-schnackenberg.html</link><category>Poems</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Best American Poetry</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 08:32:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e54fe4158b8833011571ed8598970b</guid><description>Supernatural Love My father at the dictionary stand Touches the page to fully understand The lamplit answer, tilting in his hand His slowly scanning magnifying lens, A blurry, glistening circle he suspends Above the word 'Carnation'. Then he bends So...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~4/1D3vriSTdNw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2009/07/sir-larry.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Eileen Myles’s Cool for You: An American Classic (Terence Winch)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/XKO1YCXKPxs/eileen-myless-cool-for-you-an-american-classic-terence-winch.html</link><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Terence Winch</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:53:47 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e54fe4158b8833011570fd1b1a970c</guid><description>A few days ago, I wrote about the Irish-American reading at St. Mark’s Church in Manhattan in 1982, focusing on the work of the great Ted Berrigan. One of the other readers that evening was Eileen Myles (Download EileenMyles-onTedBerriganEileen Myles)....&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~4/XKO1YCXKPxs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><media:content url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~5/I_nd20gybg0/eileenmyles-ontedberrigan.mp3" fileSize="4227072" type="audio/mpeg" /><itunes:subtitle>A few days ago, I wrote about the Irish-American reading at St. Mark’s Church in Manhattan in 1982, focusing on the work of the great Ted Berrigan. One of the other readers that evening was Eileen Myles (Download EileenMyles-onTedBerriganEileen Myles)....</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary>A few days ago, I wrote about the Irish-American reading at St. Mark’s Church in Manhattan in 1982, focusing on the work of the great Ted Berrigan. One of the other readers that evening was Eileen Myles (Download EileenMyles-onTedBerriganEileen Myles)....</itunes:summary><feedburner:origLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2009/07/eileen-myless-cool-for-you-an-american-classic-terence-winch.html</feedburner:origLink><enclosure url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~5/I_nd20gybg0/eileenmyles-ontedberrigan.mp3" length="4227072" type="audio/mpeg" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/files/eileenmyles-ontedberrigan.mp3</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></item><item><title>Because it is bitter, and because it is my heart . . .</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/pvt2ErfDiwA/because-it-is-bitter-and-because-it-is-my-heart-.html</link><category>Current Affairs</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Best American Poetry</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 03:33:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e54fe4158b8833011570f70065970c</guid><description>This news item from the LA Times crossed our desks. Apparently some psychiatrists are proposing to identify bitterness as a mental illness. One of them defines bitterness as anger plus hopelessness and explains that those who succumb have a profound...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~4/hqS8NUSOAXY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2009/07/ms-by-berwyn-moore.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Un autre truc</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/KAd_TGDpXPQ/un-autre-truc.html</link><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jennifer Michael Hecht</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 20:08:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e54fe4158b8833011571ea7eec970b</guid><description>Much beloved Bleaders, Like Victor Frankenstein, before he made his big fellow, I was in the wrong century by several. My first introductions to what living poets were, occurred when they translated the long dead. Among others, Bly/Basho: The morning...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~4/KAd_TGDpXPQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2009/07/un-autre-truc.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Geoff Young: Style, Insight, and Durability (Terence Winch)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/nkzdSZye5R0/geoff-young-style-insight-and-durability-terence-winch.html</link><category>Book Recommendations</category><category>Guest Bloggers</category><category>Terence Winch</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Terence Winch</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 19:31:17 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e54fe4158b8833011570f42aff970c</guid><description>Let us now praise Geoff Young. In particular, the poems in Lights Out, which I think of as one of the necessary books of our time. In Geoff’s work, all kinds of pleasures and provocations abound—you get the playful silliness...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~4/nkzdSZye5R0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2009/07/geoff-young-style-insight-and-durability-terence-winch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Desert Island Disks (from the Poetry Society of America)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/VUL-QpNCAoo/desert-island-disks-from-the-poetry-society-of-america.html</link><category>Music</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Best American Poetry</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 15:52:17 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e54fe4158b8833011570ebf988970c</guid><description>The Poetry Society of America has initiated a series of "desert island disks." Poets are asked to name the five record albums or sets they would take with them to the proverbial desert isle. Brenda Hillman was the first to...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~4/VUL-QpNCAoo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2009/07/desert-island-disks-from-the-poetry-society-of-america.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>"Little Portion" [by Todd Boss]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBestAmericanPoetry/~3/Tm-CqZizn5o/little-portion-by-todd-boss.html</link><category>Poems</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Best American Poetry</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 10:29:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:typepad.com,2003:post-68490371</guid><description>Little Portion A friend tells me never to use the word little in a poem. Later I discover Anne Porter’s song of Little Portion, in Umbria, where an 800-year-old church is rumored by the local people to ring with the...&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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