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		<title>By: daniela elza</title>
		<link>http://qarrtsiluni.com/2009/02/24/in-the-trade/#comment-18784</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 20:01:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thanks Peter,

Yes, I guess I can say I have written for a long time. In terms of chronology. I think it may even go back to my childhood, where i remember stitching words in ways I can only describe as poetry, because they were expressions of my awe. Yet, a long time seems like such a relative term where poetry is concerned. When I write, time stops. How can we measure that?:-)

Viva us, indeed. And I would also raise a toast to all the people here who have made this effort to reach out to another and engage in collaborating.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks Peter,</p>
<p>Yes, I guess I can say I have written for a long time. In terms of chronology. I think it may even go back to my childhood, where i remember stitching words in ways I can only describe as poetry, because they were expressions of my awe. Yet, a long time seems like such a relative term where poetry is concerned. When I write, time stops. How can we measure that?:-)</p>
<p>Viva us, indeed. And I would also raise a toast to all the people here who have made this effort to reach out to another and engage in collaborating.</p>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://qarrtsiluni.com/2009/02/24/in-the-trade/#comment-18755</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Peter]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 14:55:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Daniela,

You sound very grounded as a poet.  You&#039;ve been writing a long time, yes?  I feel like I have.  I&#039;ve written a lot of poems so sometimes it&#039;s hard to come up with fresh, new interesting terrain.  That&#039;s definitely one good thing about collaborations: they help shake things up.

Viva us.

-P.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Daniela,</p>
<p>You sound very grounded as a poet.  You&#8217;ve been writing a long time, yes?  I feel like I have.  I&#8217;ve written a lot of poems so sometimes it&#8217;s hard to come up with fresh, new interesting terrain.  That&#8217;s definitely one good thing about collaborations: they help shake things up.</p>
<p>Viva us.</p>
<p>-P.</p>
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		<title>By: daniela elza</title>
		<link>http://qarrtsiluni.com/2009/02/24/in-the-trade/#comment-18719</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[daniela elza]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 01:54:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[interesting. I myself do not believe in writer&#039;s block, which is why I suspect it does not believe in me. 

I take it as the sign, the time to fill up. New ideas, new experiences. Time to restore the balance. Writing is a kind of emptying. And so it goes. . . 
cool]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>interesting. I myself do not believe in writer&#8217;s block, which is why I suspect it does not believe in me. </p>
<p>I take it as the sign, the time to fill up. New ideas, new experiences. Time to restore the balance. Writing is a kind of emptying. And so it goes. . .<br />
cool</p>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://qarrtsiluni.com/2009/02/24/in-the-trade/#comment-18711</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Peter]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 22:18:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes, yes, I&#039;m glad you feel me.  If we want to write deep poems there are no shortcuts, we have to live deeply so we can access those levels.  I don&#039;t think of the times I don&#039;t write as writer&#039;s block - it&#039;s that I have to live more and get bigger again.

Thanks for pushing me a little closer to the big boy pants...

-P.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, yes, I&#8217;m glad you feel me.  If we want to write deep poems there are no shortcuts, we have to live deeply so we can access those levels.  I don&#8217;t think of the times I don&#8217;t write as writer&#8217;s block &#8211; it&#8217;s that I have to live more and get bigger again.</p>
<p>Thanks for pushing me a little closer to the big boy pants&#8230;</p>
<p>-P.</p>
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		<title>By: daniela elza</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:07:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[thanks, peter and colette, for the poem. and the lines that jumped out at me and got me by the throat:

real
only in the way

that small things
can be, our imperfect
worlds hung up

on tired clothes
lines.---------

and
can you see me?
I’m prone as a telephone
trading gridlocked

bodies for infinite
rows of dreaming

and I also like the comment you make: &quot;the reason C’s such a great poet is that she’s such a great person.&quot; I do believe we need to live our lives the way we write our poetry. And the two should feed into each other.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>thanks, peter and colette, for the poem. and the lines that jumped out at me and got me by the throat:</p>
<p>real<br />
only in the way</p>
<p>that small things<br />
can be, our imperfect<br />
worlds hung up</p>
<p>on tired clothes<br />
lines.&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;</p>
<p>and<br />
can you see me?<br />
I’m prone as a telephone<br />
trading gridlocked</p>
<p>bodies for infinite<br />
rows of dreaming</p>
<p>and I also like the comment you make: &#8220;the reason C’s such a great poet is that she’s such a great person.&#8221; I do believe we need to live our lives the way we write our poetry. And the two should feed into each other.</p>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://qarrtsiluni.com/2009/02/24/in-the-trade/#comment-18706</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Peter]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 16:07:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hey Tammy, those were Colette&#039;s favorite lines too.  But alas, I Peter Isaac Schwartz of the barely still recognized state of Maine, am the author of them there lines.  To me, they refer to our limitations, how so many people get good at their job or family role, and then never shine in other realms.  It&#039;s a real temptation to simply live the life you think will be easiest and keep yourself protected but the cost is killing the best parts of your self.  The best parts involve risk and opening and being vulnerable to real love, not the kind for sale.

Thank you for attending the Pete Schwartz Questionable Lecture Series, have a great day and breathe like a champion.  If Colette were here she&#039;s say something funnier.  Peace.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Tammy, those were Colette&#8217;s favorite lines too.  But alas, I Peter Isaac Schwartz of the barely still recognized state of Maine, am the author of them there lines.  To me, they refer to our limitations, how so many people get good at their job or family role, and then never shine in other realms.  It&#8217;s a real temptation to simply live the life you think will be easiest and keep yourself protected but the cost is killing the best parts of your self.  The best parts involve risk and opening and being vulnerable to real love, not the kind for sale.</p>
<p>Thank you for attending the Pete Schwartz Questionable Lecture Series, have a great day and breathe like a champion.  If Colette were here she&#8217;s say something funnier.  Peace.</p>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://qarrtsiluni.com/2009/02/24/in-the-trade/#comment-18705</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Peter]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 15:52:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thanks Deb.  I must admit I am weirdly proud of the notes for this poem.  A couple months ago I went to the birthday dinner of a 94 year old grandma and her grandson gave a toast that completely honored her legacy of always doing new things and being so kind, it acknowledged how lucky their whole family was to experience her, to love her.  This really got me thinking how most of us don&#039;t actively honor people very often.  So since Colette is the greatest human being on the West coast (provable with DNA and chi levels) I decided I&#039;d let the world (or at least the readers of this site) know that the reason C&#039;s such a great poet is that she&#039;s such a great person.   Thanks again for the comment, rock on.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks Deb.  I must admit I am weirdly proud of the notes for this poem.  A couple months ago I went to the birthday dinner of a 94 year old grandma and her grandson gave a toast that completely honored her legacy of always doing new things and being so kind, it acknowledged how lucky their whole family was to experience her, to love her.  This really got me thinking how most of us don&#8217;t actively honor people very often.  So since Colette is the greatest human being on the West coast (provable with DNA and chi levels) I decided I&#8217;d let the world (or at least the readers of this site) know that the reason C&#8217;s such a great poet is that she&#8217;s such a great person.   Thanks again for the comment, rock on.</p>
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		<title>By: tammy</title>
		<link>http://qarrtsiluni.com/2009/02/24/in-the-trade/#comment-18692</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[tammy]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 00:08:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love the poem too. It deserves multiple readings.

I like these lines:

&quot;I’m pretty in this—
my little prison
of the obvious&quot;

Who wrote them? Peter or Colette?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the poem too. It deserves multiple readings.</p>
<p>I like these lines:</p>
<p>&#8220;I’m pretty in this—<br />
my little prison<br />
of the obvious&#8221;</p>
<p>Who wrote them? Peter or Colette?</p>
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		<title>By: deb</title>
		<link>http://qarrtsiluni.com/2009/02/24/in-the-trade/#comment-18689</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[deb]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 20:13:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love the poem. I adore the process notes.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the poem. I adore the process notes.</p>
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