<?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-4577750899804537846</id><updated>2012-01-16T01:21:47.462-08:00</updated><category term='erasure'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>Blandiloquent</title><subtitle type='html'>the allure of flattened ideals, a bodily experience</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-347083157270986089</id><published>2011-12-31T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:14:20.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Site - Occupied MLA - Sat 7 Jan 730p</title><summary type='text'>

MLA 
off-site                                                           reading▶ Saturday,                                                       January 7, 7:30 pm                                                                                                
                                                                          
                                     
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Memory gets in the way 

The best path is to talk and listen at the same time

To hear oneself toast the death of heroic memory




Refusing to stand in the empty space

My ears disclose their up-ended discard

Descartes’ ball of wax that separates as it morphs 

Into an abandoned event at the opening gate




I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/6893121757764306639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/11/reading-like-loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6893121757764306639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6893121757764306639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/11/reading-like-loser.html' title='Reading Like A Loser'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-3985726425750972075</id><published>2011-10-09T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:26:24.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>White Days (the after draft) - for Curtis Taylor</title><summary type='text'>

  

"A gun is fired in tonight's performance"   





I take this pool cue from the program

Each propped up and
alone on the slippery slope





10 minutes?  Yes, an intermission


but the entire play releases us 

It's all transitional space 
rich layers of intransigent scrim 

The object is to initiate prehensions


subject to recognitions that track us 





We browse and swallow cookies
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Whose circus jerks to attention
Of those so precariously concerned

In this ring, in the grooves of this record
A refusal to capture what

Time's body disguised
A precision meant to be obeyed

As the open approaches others
Based on an equal presumption

His timing a cross between Buster Keaton and Beckett
Yes. Comedy needs space – a precise place for delivery

And film is such an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/5004488059533643415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-minute-dance-for-john-cage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/5004488059533643415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/5004488059533643415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-minute-dance-for-john-cage.html' title='Two Minute Dance (for John Cage)'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-6618720509931199005</id><published>2011-09-01T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T08:33:14.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return Of Pedagogical Error</title><summary type='text'>This talk given at the Hedreen Gallery last Friday evening. 

Why error? When you think about the these two words, Autonomous and University, they seem like two bad ideas. 

Universal notions often end up making static rules. They want to destroy anything that challenges their authority – and to set up a world view or model, in pursuit of Truth – in effect denying the validity of all other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/6618720509931199005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/09/return-of-pedagogical-error.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6618720509931199005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6618720509931199005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/09/return-of-pedagogical-error.html' title='The Return Of Pedagogical Error'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gej4qvYyLHg/TlmhBw2azmI/AAAAAAAAALI/RTPM8J6GJC4/s72-c/VisArtLead_KellyO-570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-3408809858363273698</id><published>2011-08-27T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:00:19.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day &amp; Night</title><summary type='text'>Essay published here a few days ago, at the Poetic Labor Project.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/3408809858363273698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/08/labor-day-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/3408809858363273698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/3408809858363273698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/08/labor-day-night.html' title='Labor Day &amp; Night'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-5093900619066884143</id><published>2011-08-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T10:40:24.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portland War of Reading: The World Books of Louis CABRI, Donato MANCINI &amp; Robert MITTENTHAL</title><summary type='text'>Poetry on the Piazza presents a reading by Louis CABRI, Donato MANCINI, Robert MITTENTHAL, who have new books titled Poetryworld, Buffet World and Wax World, respectively.     

The reading starts at 7:00pm on Monday the 22nd of August 2011.    

Free -- Downtown Portland, Oregon.  Outside at 
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Ranciere's Ignorant Schoolmaster first appeared in French in 1987.  Ranciere reviews the career and thinking of Joseph Jacotot, a french </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/7784451123076350367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/06/bolanos-2666-and-rancieres-ignorant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/7784451123076350367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/7784451123076350367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/06/bolanos-2666-and-rancieres-ignorant.html' title='Bolano&apos;s 2666 and Ranciere&apos;s Ignorant Schoolmaster'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-9185395248945236836</id><published>2011-05-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:47:36.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith Tilford | Collapse</title><summary type='text'>A congealed network of the undead.  It wants to rip us to pieces...

This beautiful piece by Tilford is available as part of the Urbanomic's Summer Auction, which runs from 26 May - 24 June. 

All proceeds of the auction go to support Urbanomic's journal Collapse. The lots – including original work and exclusive signed editions – have been generously donated by artists, musicians and writers who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/9185395248945236836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/05/keith-tilford-collapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/9185395248945236836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/9185395248945236836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/05/keith-tilford-collapse.html' title='Keith Tilford | Collapse'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-2619734546694251284</id><published>2011-05-09T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:21:59.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waxed &amp; Buffed</title><summary type='text'>A reprise of the double book launch, with both video and audio files, is available here, via the fantastical Greg Bem.

John Olson's review of Wax World: here.  And the Stranger's book editor, who (just like me) will never be Walt Whitman, reviews a trio of books, including Nico Vassilakis's staring@poetics: here.

ps.. Mark Wallace's review here.  Greg Bem's here. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/2619734546694251284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/05/waxed-buffed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/2619734546694251284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/2619734546694251284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/05/waxed-buffed.html' title='Waxed &amp; Buffed'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-7493932341935174874</id><published>2011-05-03T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:10:37.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wax Buffet: Double Book Launch</title><summary type='text'>Robert Mittenthal   *   Wax World  *  Chax Press
Donato Mancini    *   Buffet World   *  New Star Books

with film from Brandon Downing
Tuesday 3 May 8pm 
Gallery 1412
1412 18th Ave (just north of Union) - Seattle WA

 

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WAX WORLDRobert Mittenthal116 pagesChax Press
Robert Mittenthal is author of Value Unmapped (Nomados), Martyr Economy, Ready Terms (Tsunami Editions), and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/7493932341935174874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/04/wax-buffet-double-book-launch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/7493932341935174874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/7493932341935174874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/04/wax-buffet-double-book-launch.html' title='Wax Buffet: Double Book Launch'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-4763226842813556411</id><published>2011-03-30T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:28:34.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impossible -- with Alain Badiou</title><summary type='text'>It is not often than a momentous Badiouian event occurs.  And the recent events in Tunisian &amp; Egypt are all the more amazing for their spontaneity. 

This is your mission should you choose to accept it.  All that is solid melts into air.

Badiou's (somewhat utopian) goal is to follow the "destiny of an event" to solve "unsolvable problems without the help of the state..."  [All quotations here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/4763226842813556411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/03/mission-impossible-with-alain-badiou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/4763226842813556411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/4763226842813556411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/03/mission-impossible-with-alain-badiou.html' title='Mission Impossible -- with Alain Badiou'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-4375585302487334207</id><published>2011-03-06T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:53:50.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boykoff on 2010 Vancouver Winter Games in NLR</title><summary type='text'>In a new article in New Left Review, Jules Boykoff traces the genesis of the relations between Olympic sport and Capital.  Detailing the political economic contexts of the Vancouver Winter Olympics, where disproportionate long and short term public expenditures are made and short term profits privatized, Boykoff notes how this leads to government deficits and severe cuts to social programmes.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/4375585302487334207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/03/boykoff-on-2010-vancouver-winter-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/4375585302487334207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/4375585302487334207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/03/boykoff-on-2010-vancouver-winter-games.html' title='Boykoff on 2010 Vancouver Winter Games in NLR'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-8856896752227406718</id><published>2011-02-19T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:47:00.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The Subject of the Subject</title><summary type='text'>

Learning to unravel, let’s start at the end: chasing intensity beyond or before recognition; thinking with the unknowns and bearing witness to intersections of nature and culture.

Attached to our surrounds and divorced from habit
We demand the right to contradict ourselves

A noun’s noun, we verb – in transit  
Oh, how the world breeds inferiority
In pursuit of a lexicon’s indifference

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/8856896752227406718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/02/subject-of-subject.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/8856896752227406718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/8856896752227406718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/02/subject-of-subject.html' title='The Subject of the Subject'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5iX5s1n5X4/TV_6troQREI/AAAAAAAAAJo/c2j9M7SvPAY/s72-c/Cover_GroupletBookGB4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-813511769828448596</id><published>2011-02-18T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:59:08.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Luck -- Cris Bruch at Lawrimore Project</title><summary type='text'>Reposted from here.  Show is up at Lawrimore Project thru 27 Feb.

Mallarmé was mathematically correct:  A throw of the dice will never abolish chance.  That is, chance is never retrospective. It would be like me saying that the odds of writing this sentence here and now were 10 million to one. Prospectively, the artistic process yields unexpected results.  What really matters is how something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/813511769828448596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/02/blind-luck-cris-bruch-at-lawrimore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/813511769828448596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/813511769828448596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2011/02/blind-luck-cris-bruch-at-lawrimore.html' title='Blind Luck -- Cris Bruch at Lawrimore Project'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpyE1nGsa5A/TV_1Rx8KX3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/W2bwYz-gE34/s72-c/Bruch_Blind_2010_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-6340253570039141341</id><published>2010-12-20T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:47:42.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Working Day (from no walking it back)</title><summary type='text'>So that the acculturated Cherokee breathes
As the aforementioned men go off in open air

To be entertained, to evade the footpads
Vandals and thieves

Unclimbable steeps
A mass of white haired sheep

Their restless education
Fingers bent back to claws

As hours condensed and bred fears 
In those freed yet unable to sell their freedom

Each compelled to each – to follow steam


Empowered in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/6340253570039141341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2010/12/working-day-from-no-walking-it-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6340253570039141341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6340253570039141341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2010/12/working-day-from-no-walking-it-back.html' title='Working Day (from no walking it back)'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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/_DSLe53FVKZg/TQ_0Ac_4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/DTKMxuEDu3c/s72-c/accult.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-1428095473540425673</id><published>2010-11-07T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:35:45.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Music has an answer</title><summary type='text'>    - after Donato Mancini

What's the use dot dot dot
Information or 
Manic prolusions in the click track

It was better at the back of the room 
clowning or 
at the front churning heads first

The moral of the story is never affective
Affect hijacked by mores equals jaded judgement
the stickiness of burnt marshmallow

I prefer the notion of a precognitive aesthetics before the ethical turn
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Speculations on the place of labor: a ball and chain 

People “will ﬁght for their servitude as if for salvation” 
       – Spinoza

It is the fault of my foot – attached to its problem
The motion away or within or beyond those bounds

The fault is in the foot – suspension before an arrow’s release
Death by 1000 touches

The fabrication of meadow:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/6041526887227621641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2010/10/ball-chain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6041526887227621641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6041526887227621641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2010/10/ball-chain.html' title='Ball &amp; Chain'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-7272425004290071773</id><published>2010-09-26T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:27:24.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Against Explanation</title><summary type='text'>
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Epigraph for the talk is a software error that occurred this week. Not easily debugged -- and the user couldn’t tell me what action led to the poetry:

Error: The object invoked has disconnected from its clients.

To begin I’ll read from a draft statement from about seven years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/3877946207162174372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2010/03/pedagogical-error-autonomous-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/3877946207162174372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/3877946207162174372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2010/03/pedagogical-error-autonomous-u.html' title='Pedagogical Error: Autonomous U'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSLe53FVKZg/S6LeFMuwwqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hnCKL0DGQUo/s72-c/196.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-5033956901618401888</id><published>2010-02-20T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:01:42.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R Kelly’s Heimlich Maneuver</title><summary type='text'>   
Robert Kelly’s home page proposes that poetry is equal to “listening out loud.”  Recording the language in our head by pronouncing it or inscribing it.  This does not equal thinking.
“Most poets are too smart to believe in their own intelligence.”  
The resulting “lucid incomprehensibility” is the poet’s muse.  “The incomprehensible is the only thing that makes sense. That is, it creates </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/5033956901618401888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2010/02/r-kellys-heimlich-maneuver.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/5033956901618401888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/5033956901618401888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2010/02/r-kellys-heimlich-maneuver.html' title='R Kelly’s Heimlich Maneuver'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSLe53FVKZg/S4B9wFmVuFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NmYNn_Iu2dQ/s72-c/herusuryoko3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-3689992559084274429</id><published>2010-01-06T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:29:07.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Bernstein, Sophist</title><summary type='text'>Cross posted from Matt Brigg's Seattle Local Reading Blog.  The Bernstein reading at the Henry Art Gallery is Thursday at 7p.  Free admission.
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Nothing can contain the empty stare that ricochets 
haphazardly against any purpose.

Both comedic and political, Charles Bernstein’s work embraces a slapstick economy of words that questions the very things writers hold most dear. I’ve always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/3689992559084274429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2010/01/charles-bernstein-sophist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/3689992559084274429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/3689992559084274429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2010/01/charles-bernstein-sophist.html' title='Charles Bernstein, Sophist'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-5062317944949525875</id><published>2009-12-09T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:07:54.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes toward an ecology of the practice of poetry</title><summary type='text'>This is a talk given in Seattle on December 6 at Pilot books. 


What I want to talk about is Isabelle Stengers' notion of an Ecology of Practices as a tool for thinking -- and what the implications of this might be for poetics and poetry – ie, for those who write and read and listen to it. 

First as a preliminary example, I want to say that Irrational Dude viewed immanently, that is, from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/5062317944949525875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/12/notes-toward-ecology-of-practice-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/5062317944949525875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/5062317944949525875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/12/notes-toward-ecology-of-practice-of.html' title='Notes toward an ecology of the practice of poetry'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSLe53FVKZg/SyCc_btK2SI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iiZEZ5B2Owk/s72-c/diag43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-8496778132258588604</id><published>2009-11-23T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:36:55.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allegiance of the Drones: WTO Libretto</title><summary type='text'>
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Until the crayons ran out of color. A gargantuan snag of me uphill. Supine on their backs an instrument with heads attached. The stars are out above the bivouac.
       -from Testosterone Poisoning

On collaboration, to quote the others on the plateaux:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/1345756638037315783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-tapseries-irrational-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/1345756638037315783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/1345756638037315783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-tapseries-irrational-dude.html' title='from t.a.p./SERIES: IRRATIONAL DUDE'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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/_qzEQJr_I7JQ/St-9RUlQJ3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/-nHDcaetDDE/s72-c/IDude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-1993672618008382513</id><published>2009-10-24T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:31:56.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackbox or blog?</title><summary type='text'>The shell beyond which clarity
Counting to five wrongly
The armor that prevents understanding
A pedestal sink in the way of thought

Not metaphor or one idea
Following but the urge to tear apart
The fingers and hands cannot
Unscrew the phillips screw


The fingers can only seek the various
Tools that built the tools that built
The object inflated in a world without will
The foregone conclusion we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/1993672618008382513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/blackbox-or-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/1993672618008382513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/1993672618008382513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/blackbox-or-blog.html' title='Blackbox or blog?'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-5022334578330611959</id><published>2009-10-16T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:36:40.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transpiercing The Text - Nico Vassilakis Books On</title><summary type='text'>A book museum - pinning up the object of affection.  It's your defection I read between cover stories - each reveal of tattered color running into open air.  To worship such ships the most relevant foresails.  Their representation of blood trickling to the street.    To feel the wound - the uncorrected proofs - the inadvertent flair of internal text.  Blurbs of the high minded imagined there.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/5022334578330611959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/transpiercing-text-nico-vassilakis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/5022334578330611959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/5022334578330611959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/transpiercing-text-nico-vassilakis.html' title='Transpiercing The Text - Nico Vassilakis Books On'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1HPLiIrTVug/Sqb0bf7XHbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mxohXdQdeBw/s72-c/IMG_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-6852119364095408650</id><published>2009-10-11T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:34:30.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumb Drive - Stelarc</title><summary type='text'>Circulating flesh body to bodya book floats above the streetprintable organs in excess of body weight"Can we switch to the prosthetic head please?"I talked to the ear - fractal and phantomone exalts ones own face-stationthe hook line and sink  the allure of blind carbonThis involuntary writing withdistributed footprintsthe artist’s indifferenceperceives a possible actionImplicated in eachobjects </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/6852119364095408650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/thumb-drive-stelarc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6852119364095408650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6852119364095408650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/thumb-drive-stelarc.html' title='Thumb Drive - Stelarc'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-682916212922104133</id><published>2009-10-04T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:03:09.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Blandiloquence (the word for “a word for Seattle”)</title><summary type='text'>Startled by the décor of the logic gates a portrait stands tall with the genial spirit. Black plastic patent pending the diameter of your wrist – about three inches small. Its vinyl bindings pinch the thighs – running down the double wide. An optical cable. Rods of refracted light marbled between cork and wainscot. Logic as such lines up watching subroutines work their way to the top.Already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/682916212922104133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/blandiloquence-word-for-word-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/682916212922104133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/682916212922104133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/blandiloquence-word-for-word-for.html' title='Blandiloquence (the word for “a word for Seattle”)'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-5327302954469873515</id><published>2009-08-01T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:49:08.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erasure'/><title type='text'>She In Blood - Essay on the feminine subject in Cormac McCarthy</title><summary type='text'>Reads like a conflation of the Inferno, the Iliad and Moby Dick…                   -John Banville, The independentEvokes the styles of both Sam Peckinpah and Hieronymus Bosch…                 -USA Today   She brings his meals, she carries out his slops.   She looked at him some more, then she called toward the back of the house.   She stopped at the gate and watched him go.   She looked harried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/5327302954469873515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-in-blood-essay-on-feminine-subject.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/5327302954469873515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/5327302954469873515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-in-blood-essay-on-feminine-subject.html' title='She In Blood - Essay on the feminine subject in Cormac McCarthy'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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-4577750899804537846.post-1478311479065872892</id><published>2009-07-31T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:55:10.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on Spite: Apostrophes and Pronouns</title><summary type='text'>Diogenes: To own nothing is the beginning of happiness.     The pretext or precondition for spite is a sense of propriety.  I have created or built or found X.  I've tended to it, thus X is mine, I own it.      Your sense of ownership can get so large that it owns you.  Having too many things or too many choices can be a burden. Everyone today seems obsessed with both tangible and intangible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/1478311479065872892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/07/notes-on-spite-apostrophes-and-pronouns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/1478311479065872892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/1478311479065872892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/07/notes-on-spite-apostrophes-and-pronouns.html' title='Notes on Spite: Apostrophes and Pronouns'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSLe53FVKZg/StJ9meXcoLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ob2oTwDBtBI/s72-c/treehouses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-6198918467948102073</id><published>2009-06-21T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:08:30.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the thing (the rough-age) - Non-Poetics</title><summary type='text'>A poem is nothing.The conversion of nothing into something is the task of criticism.  By persistence a poem can be made something, but then it is something not a  poem.  Why is it nothing?  Because it cannot be looked at, heard, touched or  read (what can be read is prose). Once a poem is classified as the cause of an effect or both cause and effect, it  counts itself out of experience - as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/feeds/6198918467948102073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/06/heres-thing-rough-age-non-poetics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6198918467948102073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4577750899804537846/posts/default/6198918467948102073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmutts.blogspot.com/2009/06/heres-thing-rough-age-non-poetics.html' title='Here&apos;s the thing (the rough-age) - Non-Poetics'/><author><name>rmutts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536</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>
