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	<description>Joseph Duemer&#039;s blog about reading, writing, politics, birds, food, &#38; weather</description>
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		<title>By: edward mycue</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2008/11/30/publishing/comment-page-1/#comment-8596</link>
		<dc:creator>edward mycue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 18:33:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>talking about poetrymaking reminds me of my neighbor mindy the one who works at safeway
on outer mission near nancy keane&#039;s 3300 bar as
she walks old squat and small arthritic mickey
waiting for him as he limps across the driveway
as i watch hoping no driver fails to notice his
old white low form as it moves still onward 

reminding me of william empson&#039;s LET IT GO poem
of just 6 lines said to be the last he wrote
before stopping many years before he died:

&quot;It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange.
  The more things happen to you the more you
cant
    Tell or remember even what they were.

The contradictions cover such a range.
  The talk would talk and go so far aslant.
    You don&#039;t want madhouse and the whole thing   there.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>talking about poetrymaking reminds me of my neighbor mindy the one who works at safeway<br />
on outer mission near nancy keane&#8217;s 3300 bar as<br />
she walks old squat and small arthritic mickey<br />
waiting for him as he limps across the driveway<br />
as i watch hoping no driver fails to notice his<br />
old white low form as it moves still onward </p>
<p>reminding me of william empson&#8217;s LET IT GO poem<br />
of just 6 lines said to be the last he wrote<br />
before stopping many years before he died:</p>
<p>&#8220;It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange.<br />
  The more things happen to you the more you<br />
cant<br />
    Tell or remember even what they were.</p>
<p>The contradictions cover such a range.<br />
  The talk would talk and go so far aslant.<br />
    You don&#8217;t want madhouse and the whole thing   there.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2008/11/30/publishing/comment-page-1/#comment-8595</link>
		<dc:creator>Peter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 16:58:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>WRITING TO PUBLISH

That wing of poetry
the dramatic arts of publication

that there is a part of us
always working to limit us

who argues vainly against
the things he loves 

(that’s a question
that one him 

amazing in the depth
of his self-congratulation

I keep trying to capture 
his attention  

if only to tell him
to get back to work.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>WRITING TO PUBLISH</p>
<p>That wing of poetry<br />
the dramatic arts of publication</p>
<p>that there is a part of us<br />
always working to limit us</p>
<p>who argues vainly against<br />
the things he loves </p>
<p>(that’s a question<br />
that one him </p>
<p>amazing in the depth<br />
of his self-congratulation</p>
<p>I keep trying to capture<br />
his attention  </p>
<p>if only to tell him<br />
to get back to work.</p>
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		<title>By: T. Clear</title>
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		<dc:creator>T. Clear</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 02:54:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nice post. Once a poem has gone public, it becomes something else, with its own life-generating energy.
Through the years I&#039;ve often been amazed at how much a poem possessed the possibility for change (for me) the moment it went public -- whether it be in a workshop, read aloud, or published.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice post. Once a poem has gone public, it becomes something else, with its own life-generating energy.<br />
Through the years I&#8217;ve often been amazed at how much a poem possessed the possibility for change (for me) the moment it went public &#8212; whether it be in a workshop, read aloud, or published.</p>
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		<title>By: Alice Pettway</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2008/11/30/publishing/comment-page-1/#comment-8591</link>
		<dc:creator>Alice Pettway</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 19:42:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You&#039;ve struck at the heart of a misperception I frequently find myself confronting.  Quite often when I reveal that I am a poet, I am asked if I find writing to be therapeutic, comforting, etc. On some level, of course, I do.  But poetry, as you so eloquently stated, cannot be a private endeavor.  

A poem must be both the writer&#039;s and the reader&#039;s before it has accomplished its purpose.   If a piece fails to reach this symbiosis, I am afraid it must reside in some other world than that of poetry.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You&#8217;ve struck at the heart of a misperception I frequently find myself confronting.  Quite often when I reveal that I am a poet, I am asked if I find writing to be therapeutic, comforting, etc. On some level, of course, I do.  But poetry, as you so eloquently stated, cannot be a private endeavor.  </p>
<p>A poem must be both the writer&#8217;s and the reader&#8217;s before it has accomplished its purpose.   If a piece fails to reach this symbiosis, I am afraid it must reside in some other world than that of poetry.</p>
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		<title>By: jd</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2008/11/30/publishing/comment-page-1/#comment-8587</link>
		<dc:creator>jd</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 19:01:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jeffree, in some ways, the audience keeps one honest -- though of course we can make the mistake of pandering to an audience, which I guess is the flip side of this. 

By the way, I think doing the work -- sketching or writing in one&#039;s journal -- in private, for one&#039;s self alone, can be a useful prelude to going public -- preparation. And private working might be useful to individuals who do not aspire to art. The processes of art can be healing, I think, even if they do not produce finished work. But artists, as such, are interested in the finished, public, work.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jeffree, in some ways, the audience keeps one honest &#8212; though of course we can make the mistake of pandering to an audience, which I guess is the flip side of this. </p>
<p>By the way, I think doing the work &#8212; sketching or writing in one&#8217;s journal &#8212; in private, for one&#8217;s self alone, can be a useful prelude to going public &#8212; preparation. And private working might be useful to individuals who do not aspire to art. The processes of art can be healing, I think, even if they do not produce finished work. But artists, as such, are interested in the finished, public, work.</p>
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		<title>By: Jeffree Stewart</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jeffree Stewart</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 17:21:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I enjoyed reading this, Joseph- what you are saying relates well to my experience as a painter. While there is nothing so powerful or important for an artist as, to quote Painter Guy Anderson, &quot;....doing the work...&quot; it is also true there is a real alchemy to placing one&#039;s work where others can see it. Only then, one lives with the fact others are seeintg, experiencing it....and while their response is often unknown, somehow the whole equation changes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I enjoyed reading this, Joseph- what you are saying relates well to my experience as a painter. While there is nothing so powerful or important for an artist as, to quote Painter Guy Anderson, &#8220;&#8230;.doing the work&#8230;&#8221; it is also true there is a real alchemy to placing one&#8217;s work where others can see it. Only then, one lives with the fact others are seeintg, experiencing it&#8230;.and while their response is often unknown, somehow the whole equation changes.</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 10:04:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>For years my writing turned me inward - it was a survival tactic as a child, I think, to make worlds where none were proffered - and it has been a long journey for me to turn my writing outward. It feels different, writing for a presumed reader. It makes me want to be more clear; I assume fewer givens at the outset of a piece. It feels more genuiune, and it feels more generous. (And, most certainly not incidently, it led to my first acceptances.)

&quot;An entirely private poem, like an entirely private language, is impossible.&quot; I&#039;ll have to keep thinking about this.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For years my writing turned me inward &#8211; it was a survival tactic as a child, I think, to make worlds where none were proffered &#8211; and it has been a long journey for me to turn my writing outward. It feels different, writing for a presumed reader. It makes me want to be more clear; I assume fewer givens at the outset of a piece. It feels more genuiune, and it feels more generous. (And, most certainly not incidently, it led to my first acceptances.)</p>
<p>&#8220;An entirely private poem, like an entirely private language, is impossible.&#8221; I&#8217;ll have to keep thinking about this.</p>
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