<?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-788337988081232681</id><updated>2012-01-25T06:42:07.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 A.M. BOOKS</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;4 A.M. BOOKS: The Poetry Imprint of Insomniac Press edited by Paul Vermeersch&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;2002 - 2012</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-2190195885456480704</id><published>2011-10-15T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:26:03.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#27 Grunt of the Minotaur by Robin Richardson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hrnGjmKmrU/TjtTgLyf6VI/AAAAAAAAArA/STkRJD8MEG8/s1600/Grunt+of+the+Minotaur+Front+Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hrnGjmKmrU/TjtTgLyf6VI/AAAAAAAAArA/STkRJD8MEG8/s320/Grunt+of+the+Minotaur+Front+Cover.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2011&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt; &lt;a class="quickedit" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;amp;widgetType=Image&amp;amp;widgetId=Image29&amp;amp;action=editWidget&amp;amp;sectionId=main" target="configImage29" title="Edit"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-55483-031-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Toronto’s Robin Richardson is a poet and illustrator who is pursuing an MFA in poetry from Sarah Lawrence College. Her work has appeared in many Canadian and American journals including &lt;i&gt;CV2&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Dandelion&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Berkeley Poetry Review&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Westchester Review&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praise for Grunt of the Minotaur:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Robin Richardson’s intense, quietly unsettling fables of the everyday are pitched in a jagged language uncannily tuned to the never-quite-sweet music of human history. These fresh, fire-bright poems are barbed blooms petaled with wise cautions and unexpected joy.”&lt;br /&gt;—Kevin Connolly, author of &lt;i&gt;Drift&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Revolver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A canvas explains nothing, only folds and musters light,” reflects Robin Richardson, poet of rare sharpness, for whom every page is a canvas rich in mystery. Flaunting a painterly attention to the seductive textures of menace—“pike smiling from a skillet,” “an arm offered up in buttermilk,” “crystal cups now dust which cuts the palms”—here are portraits, still lifes, fables and allegorical tableaux that enrapture the ear with the textures of language itself. Taxidermy, trussed birds, daguerrotypes, a crow-foot tub. This book makes ecstasy of ekphrasis, “each separate occasion rising for distinction in the lamp.”&lt;br /&gt;—Suzanne Buffam, author of &lt;i&gt;Past Imperfect&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Irrationalist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The speakers in Grunt of the Minotaur are concerned with classification and cures. Instructions for “paying visits of condolence” include the wonderfully bodily “coo, pretend to give / a kiss when sniffing the seasoned marrow.” Richardson writes for the ear, eye and mouth—you’ll want to read these lush poems out loud."&lt;br /&gt;—Matthea Harvey, author of &lt;i&gt;Sad Little Breathing Machine&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Modern Life&lt;/i&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" 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/788337988081232681-2190195885456480704?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/2190195885456480704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=2190195885456480704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/2190195885456480704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/2190195885456480704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/27-grunt-of-minotaur-by-robin.html' title='#27 &lt;i&gt;Grunt of the Minotaur&lt;/i&gt; by Robin Richardson'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hrnGjmKmrU/TjtTgLyf6VI/AAAAAAAAArA/STkRJD8MEG8/s72-c/Grunt+of+the+Minotaur+Front+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-2849106733961847665</id><published>2011-10-15T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:01:08.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#26 Love Figures by Sam Cheuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHoEqua0pWs/TW0D_b3GNpI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zerUgXnbza4/s1600/LOve+Figures+Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHoEqua0pWs/TW0D_b3GNpI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zerUgXnbza4/s320/LOve+Figures+Cover.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-55483-024-4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his debut poetry collection, Sam Cheuk attempts to invent a new way of truth-telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text33"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowing   disparate ideas and modes ranging from self-censorship and identity   performance, lyric poetry and phenomenology, Cheuk reverse-engineers the   parlance of postmodernism in search of the primal motivation behind   expression, all the while asking the question: is a lie a lie if the   liar shows you how he lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Praise for &lt;i&gt;Love Figures&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;"Sam Cheuk's first collection, &lt;i&gt;Love Figures&lt;/i&gt;,  reveals the poet  as a kind of detective in inner sanctum. Cheuk's wit  shows in the  movement of each trope and through moments of adroitness  where both pain  and joy meet in the same line. Get ready for &lt;i&gt;Love Figures&lt;/i&gt;, as the poet aims continuously and hits the mark slantwise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;— Yusef Komunyakaa, author of &lt;i&gt;Warhorses&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Talking Dirty to the Gods&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwWUhEdJAmk/Tqje0FTmBSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TasFZEeClDY/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwWUhEdJAmk/Tqje0FTmBSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TasFZEeClDY/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-2849106733961847665?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/2849106733961847665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=2849106733961847665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/2849106733961847665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/2849106733961847665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/26-love-figures-by-sam-cheuk.html' title='#26 &lt;i&gt;Love Figures&lt;/i&gt; by Sam Cheuk'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHoEqua0pWs/TW0D_b3GNpI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zerUgXnbza4/s72-c/LOve+Figures+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-2790925498126119638</id><published>2011-10-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:34:14.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#25 Dance, Monster! Fifty Selected Poems by Stan Rogal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQgAhGQW4M4/TW0DKk6ZKKI/AAAAAAAAApI/xot0Nc0OGvI/s1600/Dance+Monster+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQgAhGQW4M4/TW0DKk6ZKKI/AAAAAAAAApI/xot0Nc0OGvI/s320/Dance+Monster+cover.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-55483-023-7"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing from a variety of sources including folksong, philosophy,   linguistics, chaos theory, theatre and sexuality, Stan Rogal's poetry is   a rollicking and adroit expression of the world in flux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text32"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This   selection gathers together fifty of Rogal's best poems from the last   thirty years; it is sure to delight long-time fans and new readers   alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praise for Stan Rogal &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It  is as though Rogal had snuck up on a whole regiment of stock  cultural  myths and assumptions, armed only with a folksong, imaginative  muscle,  abundant mother wit and a wicked talent for subversive wordplay:  it's  the surprise that enlivens; the trickster's art."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="main_body" width="560"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt; — Don McKay&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there ever was a poet to articulate our collective death wish, Rogal is it."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;i&gt;Books In Canada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXGuUJ3nZvM/TqjfPRWIYXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Kc6b7RdZJrs/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXGuUJ3nZvM/TqjfPRWIYXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Kc6b7RdZJrs/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-2790925498126119638?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/2790925498126119638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=2790925498126119638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/2790925498126119638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/2790925498126119638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/25-dance-monster-fifty-selected-poems.html' title='#25 &lt;i&gt;Dance, Monster! Fifty Selected Poems&lt;/i&gt; by Stan Rogal'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQgAhGQW4M4/TW0DKk6ZKKI/AAAAAAAAApI/xot0Nc0OGvI/s72-c/Dance+Monster+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-22835512929671472</id><published>2011-10-15T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:35:01.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#24 Winterkill by Catherine Graham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9H-oFMrK7c/S_Q0ykTgDAI/AAAAAAAAAms/nE1jJAsxBUM/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9H-oFMrK7c/S_Q0ykTgDAI/AAAAAAAAAms/nE1jJAsxBUM/s320/-1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897415-32-0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Graham's new collection &lt;i&gt;Winterkill&lt;/i&gt; completes the trilogy that includes her critically acclaimed previous books&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-894663-55-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Pupa&lt;/i&gt; (2003) and &lt;i&gt;The Red Element&lt;/i&gt; (2008).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text26"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her  poems always navigate the difficult paths between grief and memory,   between intimacy and strangeness, with a disarming, surefooted grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are Graham's most powerful, most affirming works to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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by Catherine Graham'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9H-oFMrK7c/S_Q0ykTgDAI/AAAAAAAAAms/nE1jJAsxBUM/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-5691006106792124539</id><published>2011-10-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:35:42.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#23 Tiny, Frantic, Stronger by Jeff Latosik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZqn49-WBSg/S7XwkHjplYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Q_cqKZ9-k34/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZqn49-WBSg/S7XwkHjplYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Q_cqKZ9-k34/s320/-1.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;-WINNER OF THE 2010 TRILLIUM BOOK AWARD FOR POETRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;-FINALIST FOR THE 2011 GERALD LAMPERT MEMORIAL AWARD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control" style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt; &lt;a class="quickedit" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;amp;widgetType=Image&amp;amp;widgetId=Image24&amp;amp;action=editWidget&amp;amp;sectionId=main" target="configImage24" title="Edit"&gt; 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PAGE FOUNDERS' AWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text30"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;-WINNER OF THE 2008 GREAT CANADIAN LITERARY HUNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;-FINALIST FOR THE 2008 RBC BRONWEN WALLACE AWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-95-9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;"In &lt;i&gt;Tiny, Frantic, Stronger&lt;/i&gt;   (whose  title is derived from one of the poet’s ‘insect elegies’), a  slap  shot leaves a “purple mouth” on a shin, days “lean against the   crowd fence of other days,” a subway train is “a long, moody thing   inside that grows like a vine,” and tomorrows come “dressed in   newspaper,  balancing a phone book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In this clever,  heartbreaking first  collection, no subject is so small it can’t hint at  the ineffable,  or so large it isn’t fraught with the everyday struggle  of being alive.  Equal parts architect, clown, mesmer, and armchair  psychologist, Jeff  Latosik is the very best kind of poet: an original."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;— &lt;i&gt;Kevin  Connolly&lt;/i&gt;, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drift&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVmH2V73YTk/TqjfkZYrs_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/2hb10gOKPNE/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVmH2V73YTk/TqjfkZYrs_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/2hb10gOKPNE/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-5691006106792124539?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/5691006106792124539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=5691006106792124539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/5691006106792124539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/5691006106792124539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/23-tiny-frantic-stronger-by-jeff.html' title='#23 &lt;i&gt;Tiny, Frantic, Stronger&lt;/i&gt; by Jeff Latosik'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZqn49-WBSg/S7XwkHjplYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Q_cqKZ9-k34/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-3755185781678350213</id><published>2011-10-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:36:25.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#22 Why Are You So Long And Sweet?: Collected Long Poems by David W. McFadden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6_HEFxgteU/S7Xu-59zl_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Wm2YR_KBWg8/s1600/WAYSLAS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6_HEFxgteU/S7Xu-59zl_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Wm2YR_KBWg8/s320/WAYSLAS.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2010&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-93-5"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A companion volume to&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-41-6" title="Why Are You So Sad?"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Why Are You So Sad?&lt;/i&gt; — David W.  McFadden's book of selected poems shortlisted for the  Griffin Poetry  Prize — this book finally brings together, in one place,  all of  McFadden's masterful long poems, once again selected and edited by Stuart Ross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text29"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some poets, the  long poem is an occasion to stretch one's lyrical  legs, try on  different stylistic hats, or work out ideas too complex for  shorter  poems. For David McFadden, the long poem is much more; here is   McFadden's prodigious imagination in overdrive, his language always   mischievous and mesmerizing, spinning yarns both comic and cosmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNMn44Zh-qs/Tqjfv5J4LrI/AAAAAAAAAt8/wwon3SacUsU/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNMn44Zh-qs/Tqjfv5J4LrI/AAAAAAAAAt8/wwon3SacUsU/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-3755185781678350213?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/3755185781678350213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=3755185781678350213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/3755185781678350213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/3755185781678350213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/22-why-are-you-so-long-and-sweet.html' title='#22 &lt;i&gt;Why Are You So Long And Sweet?: Collected Long Poems&lt;/i&gt; by David W. McFadden'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6_HEFxgteU/S7Xu-59zl_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/Wm2YR_KBWg8/s72-c/WAYSLAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-6258878421510816892</id><published>2011-10-15T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:37:06.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#21 Wanton by Angela Hibbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpw2C6Bthd0/Sr6foAHuhLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HzKV5aCBau4/s1600/Wanton.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpw2C6Bthd0/Sr6foAHuhLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HzKV5aCBau4/s320/Wanton.JPG" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-84-3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first section of Angela Hibbs's second collection, short lyrical  poems blur the lines between personal, geographical, and artistic  spaces, demonstrating how we blend the intimate details of our lives  with the culture we consume — be it modern literature, primetime  television, or contemporary art. Here, liminal spaces are not denounced  as confusing gray areas, but celebrated as welcome places of pause, ripe  with opportunity for fertile mutation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text2"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second section of the  book, a long poem sequence set in the imaginary town of Wanton, is  concerned with familial legitimacy from the point of view of adopted  children put to work to earn their keep. Absentee fathers and  overly-present benefactors haunt the long narrative poem, and the result  is something like the bastard child of Harold Gray's &lt;i&gt;Little Orphan Annie&lt;/i&gt; and Harmony Korine's &lt;i&gt;Gummo&lt;/i&gt;.  At once sweetly comic and brutally grim, it always manages to assert  its oddball characters and misfit emotions with vulnerability and verve.&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/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-6258878421510816892?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/6258878421510816892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=6258878421510816892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/6258878421510816892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/6258878421510816892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/21-wanton-by-angela-hibbs.html' title='#21 &lt;i&gt;Wanton&lt;/i&gt; by Angela Hibbs'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qpw2C6Bthd0/Sr6foAHuhLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HzKV5aCBau4/s72-c/Wanton.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-7312552736224404618</id><published>2011-10-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:38:19.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#20 Naming the Mannequins by Nic Labriola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDJvITEPPik/ScOhkBJVlSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZgRrW0-qweQ/s1600/Naming+the+Mannequins.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDJvITEPPik/ScOhkBJVlSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZgRrW0-qweQ/s320/Naming+the+Mannequins.JPG" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2009&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-78-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naming the Mannequins&lt;/i&gt; is an ecstatic journey through the seamy  underbelly of a fading, unnamed town populated with seemingly hollow,  anonymous souls. Taking place over the span of one night, this series of  linked poems gives us glimpses into the lives of unlikely urban saints  on their individual quests for personal humanity and spiritual  redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text3"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marred by loneliness, violence and desire, Labriola's  world, at once lyrical and cinematic, occupies that irresistibly dark  place in our cultural consciousness somewhere between film noir, crusade  story and the songs of Tom Waits.&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/-5aEyXklHJs4/TqjgMqJeu7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/sFKSFq5ASao/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aEyXklHJs4/TqjgMqJeu7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/sFKSFq5ASao/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-7312552736224404618?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/7312552736224404618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=7312552736224404618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/7312552736224404618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/7312552736224404618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/20-naming-mannequins-by-nic-labriola.html' title='#20 &lt;i&gt;Naming the Mannequins&lt;/i&gt; by Nic Labriola'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDJvITEPPik/ScOhkBJVlSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZgRrW0-qweQ/s72-c/Naming+the+Mannequins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-8595850136139249509</id><published>2011-10-15T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:40:00.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#19 Porcupine Archery by Bill Howell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gf7VEhuajBc/ScOfbAOHSeI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EPmAn4Jbpeo/s1600/Porcupine+Archery.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gf7VEhuajBc/ScOfbAOHSeI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EPmAn4Jbpeo/s320/Porcupine+Archery.JPG" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-77-5"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the original 'Storm Warning' poets, Bill Howell is now at the  height of an award-winning literary career spanning four decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text4"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  has published three previous collections of poetry, including &lt;i&gt;The Red  Fox&lt;/i&gt; (1971), &lt;i&gt;In a White Shirt&lt;/i&gt; (1982), and &lt;i&gt;Moonlight Saving Time&lt;/i&gt; (1990),  as well as a recent chapbook &lt;i&gt;Ghost Test Flights&lt;/i&gt;. His writing has  appeared in literary journals and magazines across the country, in the  United Kingdom, and in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YwgT0L0NCuE/Tqjghtu0KzI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dqYWe_8IxbA/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YwgT0L0NCuE/Tqjghtu0KzI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dqYWe_8IxbA/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-8595850136139249509?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/8595850136139249509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=8595850136139249509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/8595850136139249509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/8595850136139249509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/19-porcupine-archery-by-bill-howell.html' title='#19 &lt;i&gt;Porcupine Archery&lt;/i&gt; by Bill Howell'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gf7VEhuajBc/ScOfbAOHSeI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EPmAn4Jbpeo/s72-c/Porcupine+Archery.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-2295082333767658200</id><published>2011-10-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:40:49.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#18 Into the Drowned World by Ryan Kamstra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARcNmx3N3Io/ScOhshhUcNI/AAAAAAAAAag/nbRFufu9QyY/s1600/into+the+drowned+world.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARcNmx3N3Io/ScOhshhUcNI/AAAAAAAAAag/nbRFufu9QyY/s320/into+the+drowned+world.JPG" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-66-9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Into the Drowned World&lt;/i&gt; is a visionary work of pop-culture  apocrypha, recited by a nodding, benumbed narrator who is perpetually  reliving the day before the turn of the millennium. At its heart is  Kamstra's breathless, ecstatic response to Madonna's infamous Drowned  World Tour of 2001, which forms both a lyrical and lexical shorthand for  our stunted relations, abandoned tenets, and an almost forgotten civil  society.&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/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" 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/788337988081232681-2295082333767658200?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/2295082333767658200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=2295082333767658200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/2295082333767658200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/2295082333767658200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/18-into-drowned-world-by-ryan-kamstra.html' title='#18 &lt;i&gt;Into the Drowned World&lt;/i&gt; by Ryan Kamstra'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARcNmx3N3Io/ScOhshhUcNI/AAAAAAAAAag/nbRFufu9QyY/s72-c/into+the+drowned+world.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-7040135554317104550</id><published>2011-10-15T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:41:59.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#17 The Red Element by Catherine Graham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2n7nxvP5W0/SBIJItYTpzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uWw_Y7WuN3g/s1600/Redelement.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2n7nxvP5W0/SBIJItYTpzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uWw_Y7WuN3g/s320/Redelement.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-60-7"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In her stunning new volume of poems, &lt;i&gt;The Red Element&lt;/i&gt;,  Catherine Graham distills the whirling ambiguities of memories into  gorgeous, mysterious single images, making the short poem triumph again  on the Canadian literary landscape. With the dense, new energy of &lt;i&gt;The Red Element&lt;/i&gt;, where all the poems form a bravura lyrical sequence, Graham proves herself as one of Canada's premier younger poets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text6"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;— Molly Peacock &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/-5aEyXklHJs4/TqjgMqJeu7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/sFKSFq5ASao/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aEyXklHJs4/TqjgMqJeu7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/sFKSFq5ASao/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-7040135554317104550?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/7040135554317104550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=7040135554317104550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/7040135554317104550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/7040135554317104550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/17-red-element-by-catherine-graham.html' title='#17 &lt;i&gt;The Red Element&lt;/i&gt; by Catherine Graham'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2n7nxvP5W0/SBIJItYTpzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uWw_Y7WuN3g/s72-c/Redelement.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-3586903143146994896</id><published>2011-10-15T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:42:43.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#16 The Debaucher by Jason Camlot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i6oYH0s-_uw/SAyQXp-f14I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0EY8nt4q3vc/s1600/TheDebaucher.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i6oYH0s-_uw/SAyQXp-f14I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0EY8nt4q3vc/s320/TheDebaucher.JPG" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-61-4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Debaucher&lt;/i&gt;, Jason Camlot's third collection of poetry, walks  an oscillating lyrical tightrope between realms of cosmopolitan  sophistication and ribald hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text7"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these surprising poems  high art and low art gather together, sometimes on the battlefield,  sometimes at lover's leap. Camlot's poetry always maintains an evocative  connection to the tender absurdities of our daily lives. He makes us  laugh, nervously, at ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-3586903143146994896?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/3586903143146994896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=3586903143146994896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/3586903143146994896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/3586903143146994896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/16-debaucher-by-jason-camlot.html' title='#16 &lt;i&gt;The Debaucher&lt;/i&gt; by Jason Camlot'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i6oYH0s-_uw/SAyQXp-f14I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0EY8nt4q3vc/s72-c/TheDebaucher.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-1394127957696267182</id><published>2011-10-15T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:43:20.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#15 Shell by Olive Senior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hY65mTsRPY8/SAyQdp-f16I/AAAAAAAAAFE/YN6rsx4A0s0/s1600/Shell+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hY65mTsRPY8/SAyQdp-f16I/AAAAAAAAAFE/YN6rsx4A0s0/s320/Shell+2.JPG" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;FINALIST FOR THE 2008 PAT LOWTHER AWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-48-5"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;amp;postID=1394127957696267182&amp;amp;from=pencil"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Shell&lt;/i&gt;, Olive Senior continues her ongoing investigation of the  natural world, the nature of poetry and the power of her Caribbean  heritage. She is our guide through realms of miniature elegance, those  of shells in their abundant manifestations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text8"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her grace,  generosity and world-renowned lyricism, Senior gives us hen's eggs as  hymns, molluscs as metaphors, shells of all kinds — sometimes fragile,  sometimes unyielding — as home, as womb, as token and as totem.  Ultimately, she places these shells, small and delicate, at the heart of  the Jamaican cane fields, revealing a history rich with culture and  haunted by slavery. These are Senior's most powerful and affirming poems  to date.&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/-5aEyXklHJs4/TqjgMqJeu7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/sFKSFq5ASao/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aEyXklHJs4/TqjgMqJeu7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/sFKSFq5ASao/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-1394127957696267182?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/1394127957696267182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=1394127957696267182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/1394127957696267182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/1394127957696267182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/15-shell-by-olive-senior.html' title='#15 &lt;i&gt;Shell&lt;/i&gt; by Olive Senior'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hY65mTsRPY8/SAyQdp-f16I/AAAAAAAAAFE/YN6rsx4A0s0/s72-c/Shell+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-9126797586855346534</id><published>2011-10-15T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:43:56.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#14 Why Are You So Sad?: Selected Poems by David W. McFadden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9NOaLAzWlow/SBIJ19YTp3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/FoGD80mVadE/s1600/McFaddeb+Selected+cover.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9NOaLAzWlow/SBIJ19YTp3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/FoGD80mVadE/s320/McFaddeb+Selected+cover.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;FINALIST FOR THE 2008 GRIFFIN POETRY PRIZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-41-6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His life in Canadian poetry has spanned five decades, and David W. McFadden is still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text9"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  selection from his career to date brings back into print many of the  greatest poems from nearly two dozen books. Chosen and introduced by  fellow poet Stuart Ross, in full collaboration with the author, these  poems reaffirm McFadden's status as one of Canada's most gratifying,  ineffable, and necessary poets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwWUhEdJAmk/Tqje0FTmBSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TasFZEeClDY/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwWUhEdJAmk/Tqje0FTmBSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TasFZEeClDY/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-9126797586855346534?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/9126797586855346534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=9126797586855346534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/9126797586855346534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/9126797586855346534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/14-why-are-you-so-sad-selected-poems-by.html' title='#14 &lt;i&gt;Why Are You So Sad?: Selected Poems&lt;/i&gt; by David W. McFadden'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9NOaLAzWlow/SBIJ19YTp3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/FoGD80mVadE/s72-c/McFaddeb+Selected+cover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-3614825769885095321</id><published>2011-10-15T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:44:58.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#13 A Newer Wilderness Roseanne Carrara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41c55lJKAHQ/SAyUEZ-f2UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dLITQ7YdEfY/s1600/A+Newer+Wilderness+final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41c55lJKAHQ/SAyUEZ-f2UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dLITQ7YdEfY/s320/A+Newer+Wilderness+final.JPG" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=978-1-897178-40-9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In Roseanne Carrara's &lt;i&gt;A Newer Wilderness&lt;/i&gt;, the world's rich and  compelling past buckles and swells beneath our feet, and its abiding  influence rises like geothermal steam into the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text10"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful  voices from history and legend issue forth and mingle with our familiar,  circadian surroundings. These poems serve to remind us that our future  need not cost us our past, that our capacity for intellect need not  diminish our basic humanity, and that civilizations need not be built at  the expense of the natural environment in which they thrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXGuUJ3nZvM/TqjfPRWIYXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Kc6b7RdZJrs/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXGuUJ3nZvM/TqjfPRWIYXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Kc6b7RdZJrs/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-3614825769885095321?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/3614825769885095321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=3614825769885095321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/3614825769885095321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/3614825769885095321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/13-newer-wilderness-roseanne-carrara.html' title='#13 &lt;i&gt;A Newer Wilderness&lt;/i&gt; Roseanne Carrara'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41c55lJKAHQ/SAyUEZ-f2UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dLITQ7YdEfY/s72-c/A+Newer+Wilderness+final.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-4960362377430342141</id><published>2011-10-15T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:46:40.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#12 Every Inadequate Name by Nick Thran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKd23OegXvk/SAyT5J-f2TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MKLUsh-sb7k/s1600/Every+name.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKd23OegXvk/SAyT5J-f2TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MKLUsh-sb7k/s320/Every+name.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;FINALIST FOR THE 2007 GERALD LAMPERT MEMORIAL AWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-897178-27-1"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In this, his highly anticipated debut collection of poems, Nick Thran  fuses a whimsical pop sensibility with an urgent poetic gravitas that  refuses to sell the human heart short. The resultant poems are  emblematic of the clash between our private enthusiasms and the cool  diffidence of the world around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text11"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, a private school student  stashes a stolen sheep's brain inside the bookcase of a girl he thinks  is beautiful; a mother bakes banana bread with sugar borrowed from a  neighbour who beats his wife. With equal parts playfulness and tenacity,  Nick Thran writes refreshingly substantial poems about the risks we  take in our struggle to remain passionate about something (anything) in  an age when an ingrained cynicism attempts to keep genuine passion at  arm's length.&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/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-4960362377430342141?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/4960362377430342141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=4960362377430342141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/4960362377430342141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/4960362377430342141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-2006-finalist-for-2007-gerald.html' title='#12 &lt;i&gt;Every Inadequate Name&lt;/i&gt; by Nick Thran'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKd23OegXvk/SAyT5J-f2TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MKLUsh-sb7k/s72-c/Every+name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-1785638343833938105</id><published>2011-10-15T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:51:45.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#11 Creamsicle Stick Shivs by John Stiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm109461534/creamsicle-stick-shivs-stiles-john-d-paperback-cover-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm109461534/creamsicle-stick-shivs-stiles-john-d-paperback-cover-art.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-897178-18-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Stiles' first collection of poetry, &lt;i&gt;Scouts Are Cancelled&lt;/i&gt;, explored the dialect and the dilemmas of down-home life in Nova Scotia's rural Annapolis Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text12"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  his second collection, the poet expands his horizons. Chronicling his  movements from Canada's east coast to Toronto's self-obsessed urban  core, following his heart around the world to find love and employment  in England, these poems resonate with profound ideas and offbeat  observations on people and place, on the variables that combine to  create a person's identity, and what it means to leave, to seek, and to  desire a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive with Stiles' distinct linguistic charms and poetic good nature, &lt;i&gt;Creamsicle Stick Shivs&lt;/i&gt; is a book of subtle inventiveness and undeniable roguish delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVmH2V73YTk/TqjfkZYrs_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/2hb10gOKPNE/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVmH2V73YTk/TqjfkZYrs_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/2hb10gOKPNE/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-1785638343833938105?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/1785638343833938105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=1785638343833938105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/1785638343833938105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/1785638343833938105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/11-creamsicle-stick-shivs-by-john.html' title='#11 &lt;i&gt;Creamsicle Stick Shivs&lt;/i&gt; by John Stiles'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVmH2V73YTk/TqjfkZYrs_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/2hb10gOKPNE/s72-c/4AM+Banner+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-8703969019092387869</id><published>2011-10-15T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:52:21.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#10 Man &amp; Beast by Eric Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOaPaNs5JAE/SAyTlJ-f2RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/v7iDn5vZ_UI/s1600/Man+beast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOaPaNs5JAE/SAyTlJ-f2RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/v7iDn5vZ_UI/s320/Man+beast.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-897178-04-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Irish-born poet and zookeeper Eric Cole, the fourteen lines and  rhythmic patterns of the sonnet echo the very building blocks of life.  Within the basic structure of simple genetic material lies the limitless  potential for the existence of all living things, be they man or beast.  So, too, within the simple structure of the sonnet, there is a similar  universe of untold possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text14"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in these robust and  stylish poems, the mysteries of the animal kingdom are explored with  genuine scientific curiosity and rendered with tenderness, stimulating  language and unmistakable Irish wit. From the reviled Portuguese man o'  war to the glorious hyacinth macaw, from the elusive snow leopard to the  bizarre pangolin and even to the human animal itself, Cole demonstrates  how life exists in inexplicable but nonetheless indispensable variety.  This collection serves to remind us what we stand to lose if we fail to  appreciate the small states of grace that befall us in the disappearing  natural wonders of our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-8703969019092387869?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/8703969019092387869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=8703969019092387869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/8703969019092387869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/8703969019092387869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/10-man-beast-by-eric-cole.html' title='#10 &lt;i&gt;Man &amp; Beast&lt;/i&gt; by Eric Cole'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOaPaNs5JAE/SAyTlJ-f2RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/v7iDn5vZ_UI/s72-c/Man+beast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-6876327157084764180</id><published>2011-10-15T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:53:23.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#9 Gardening in the Tropics by Olive Senior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9YB7xFBGfXk/SAyR8J-f2GI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kigAZhmtVmk/s1600/Gardening.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9YB7xFBGfXk/SAyR8J-f2GI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kigAZhmtVmk/s320/Gardening.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-897178-00-X"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;The contemprary classic back in print!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt; &lt;a class="quickedit" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;amp;widgetType=Image&amp;amp;widgetId=Image9&amp;amp;action=editWidget&amp;amp;sectionId=main" target="configImage9" title="Edit"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gardening in the Tropics&lt;/i&gt; contains a rich Caribbean world in  poems offered to readers everywhere. Olive Senior's rich vein of humour  can turn wry and then sharp in satire of colour-consciousness,  class-consciousness and racism. But her predominant tone is the verbal  equivalent of a pair of wide-open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-6876327157084764180?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/6876327157084764180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=6876327157084764180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/6876327157084764180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/6876327157084764180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/9-gardening-in-tropics-by-olive-senior.html' title='#9 &lt;i&gt;Gardening in the Tropics&lt;/i&gt; by Olive Senior'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9YB7xFBGfXk/SAyR8J-f2GI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kigAZhmtVmk/s72-c/Gardening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-2527326501260224050</id><published>2011-10-15T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:54:04.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 Over the Roofs of the World by Olive Senior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZbWRu8RC9s/SBILM9YTqAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9tU8s8bQ1yM/s1600/Over+the+roofs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZbWRu8RC9s/SBILM9YTqAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9tU8s8bQ1yM/s320/Over+the+roofs.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2005:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;FINALIST FOR THE 2005 GOVERNOR GENERAL'S LITERARY AWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-894663-82-9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Using nature as both model and metaphor, Toronto resident Olive Senior  delves into birds, flying, and Caribbean life in her third book of  poems. Following her much-loved collections, &lt;i&gt;Gardening in the Tropics&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Talking of Trees&lt;/i&gt;, this long-awaited book of poems is sure to delight readers around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text17"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated  into several languages, represented in numerous anthologies, and  broadcast in Canada, Britain, and the Caribbean, Senior's work enjoys  international acclaim. Her work is taught at universities around the  world, and her short story collection, &lt;i&gt;Summer Lightning&lt;/i&gt;, has  been a literature textbook in Caribbean schools. She has taught creative  writing workshops at universities in Canada, the US, the UK, and the  Caribbean, and is on the faculty of the Humber School for Writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788337988081232681-2527326501260224050?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/2527326501260224050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=2527326501260224050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/2527326501260224050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/2527326501260224050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/8-over-roofs-of-world-by-olive-senior.html' title='#8 &lt;i&gt;Over the Roofs of the World&lt;/i&gt; by Olive Senior'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZbWRu8RC9s/SBILM9YTqAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9tU8s8bQ1yM/s72-c/Over+the+roofs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-1809621312461100296</id><published>2011-10-15T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:55:12.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#7 Unsettled by Zachariah Wells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNHDWfhEHNQ/SAyScp-f2II/AAAAAAAAAG0/f6iZKiTjNLg/s1600/unsettledcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNHDWfhEHNQ/SAyScp-f2II/AAAAAAAAAG0/f6iZKiTjNLg/s320/unsettledcover.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-894663-76-4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not since Al Purdy's &lt;i&gt;North of Summer&lt;/i&gt; has a Canadian poet  written so compellingly about life in the frozen arctic. The poems in  Zachariah Wells' debut collection range through territories as vast as  the north itself, from explorations of ancient myths to modern tales of  courage and survival, from lyrical meditations on nature to searing  poems about the daily grind of manual labour. This book reminds us why  our nation's consciousness is pervaded by the idea of North: why we fear  it and why we inhabit it, how it can be explored and colonized but  never conquered, never truly settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVmH2V73YTk/TqjfkZYrs_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/2hb10gOKPNE/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVmH2V73YTk/TqjfkZYrs_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/2hb10gOKPNE/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" 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/788337988081232681-1809621312461100296?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/1809621312461100296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=1809621312461100296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/1809621312461100296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/1809621312461100296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/7-unsettled-by-zachariah-wells.html' title='#7 &lt;i&gt;Unsettled&lt;/i&gt; by Zachariah Wells'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNHDWfhEHNQ/SAyScp-f2II/AAAAAAAAAG0/f6iZKiTjNLg/s72-c/unsettledcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-1795611984143854982</id><published>2011-10-15T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:55:57.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#6 Parts Unknown by Michael Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TGAesQrjAA/SAyShJ-f2JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bUf4Hxi6Xuc/s1600/parts+unknown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TGAesQrjAA/SAyShJ-f2JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bUf4Hxi6Xuc/s320/parts+unknown.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-894663-59-4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again proving that no subject matter is beyond his poetic grasp,  Michael Holmes now takes on the carnivalesque world of professional  wrestling. With humour and bone-cracking language, &lt;i&gt;Parts Unknown&lt;/i&gt;  bridges the artificial trenches that established cultural endeavours  have dug between themselves and their "lowbrow" athletic neighbours.  These high-flying poems strut to their own music and enter the literary  ring ready to rumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vosZxwkhSw/TqjfbOA0AKI/AAAAAAAAAts/FFjQGbw17zs/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vosZxwkhSw/TqjfbOA0AKI/AAAAAAAAAts/FFjQGbw17zs/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" 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/788337988081232681-1795611984143854982?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/1795611984143854982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=1795611984143854982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/1795611984143854982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/1795611984143854982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-parts-unknown-by-michael-holmes.html' title='#6 &lt;i&gt;Parts Unknown&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Holmes'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TGAesQrjAA/SAyShJ-f2JI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bUf4Hxi6Xuc/s72-c/parts+unknown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-1915011701891803380</id><published>2011-10-15T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:56:49.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#5 Pupa by Catherine Graham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NaE5qBHOlDk/SAySpJ-f2KI/AAAAAAAAAHE/L8GTnuWbVuY/s1600/pupa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NaE5qBHOlDk/SAySpJ-f2KI/AAAAAAAAAHE/L8GTnuWbVuY/s320/pupa.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-894663-55-1"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing one's parents is a growth experience many people can relate to. Catherine Graham's collection of poems, &lt;i&gt;Pupa&lt;/i&gt;  — fittingly named after the chrysalis stage of an insect — intimately  explores this loss, employing metaphor and rhythm evocatively. Like all  memorable poets, Graham imbues daily events with transcendent relevance.&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/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" 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/788337988081232681-1915011701891803380?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/1915011701891803380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=1915011701891803380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/1915011701891803380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/1915011701891803380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-pupa-by-catherine-graham.html' title='#5 &lt;i&gt;Pupa&lt;/i&gt; by Catherine Graham'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NaE5qBHOlDk/SAySpJ-f2KI/AAAAAAAAAHE/L8GTnuWbVuY/s72-c/pupa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-5388418430955967694</id><published>2011-10-15T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:57:26.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 OUTSIDE MAGIC by Noah Leznoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJoZcdBz_UA/SAySuZ-f2LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PqVxvx3iRB8/s1600/Outside+Magic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJoZcdBz_UA/SAySuZ-f2LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PqVxvx3iRB8/s320/Outside+Magic.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-894663-42-X"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1997, poet Noah Leznoff delighted readers with his critically acclaimed debut collection &lt;i&gt;Why We Go to Zoos&lt;/i&gt;.  Six years later, one of the most enjoyable voices in Canadian poetry to  have emerged in the 1990s returns with a riveting new collection, and  he's speaking loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Outside Magic&lt;/i&gt;, the poet  answers difficult questions about love and politics, about our public  selves and domestic spaces, questions for which the answers have long  been taken for granted — and the answers are not always what we expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive  with a multiplicity of voices and wrought with remarkable technical  versatility, these poems take us outside our convenient assumptions and  transcendental connections; outside the illusions of certainty, the  sleight of hand of our social vocabulary and the mysteries of our civil  existence — in short, these poems take us outside magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vosZxwkhSw/TqjfbOA0AKI/AAAAAAAAAts/FFjQGbw17zs/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vosZxwkhSw/TqjfbOA0AKI/AAAAAAAAAts/FFjQGbw17zs/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" 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/788337988081232681-5388418430955967694?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/5388418430955967694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=5388418430955967694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/5388418430955967694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/5388418430955967694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/1-outside-magic-by-noah-leznoff.html' title='#4 &lt;i&gt;OUTSIDE MAGIC&lt;/i&gt; by Noah Leznoff'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJoZcdBz_UA/SAySuZ-f2LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PqVxvx3iRB8/s72-c/Outside+Magic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-136517815780324183</id><published>2011-10-15T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:58:24.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 Scouts Are Cancelled by John Stiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyzYFS2H_hM/SAyTRp-f2PI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KjxyHLcdnzE/s1600/scouts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyzYFS2H_hM/SAyTRp-f2PI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KjxyHLcdnzE/s320/scouts.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Fall 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-894663-25-X"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scouts Are Cancelled&lt;/i&gt; is a richly humorous book of poetry that  examines what happens when a small Nova Scotian farm community is  corrupted by a greedy developer trying to sell off farmland to build a  subdivision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiles vividly brings to life the dialect and  characters of the Valley as no writer has yet managed to do. Working  with ease in the vernacular of the regional writer, Stiles manages in  these Annapolis Valley poems to speak for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all  exceptional writers using a regional idiom, Stiles' episodes in the life  of a small town reverberate with universal themes. The loss of  innocence, the comic retaliation against this loss, the outrage, fear  and subsequent relief of the town's citizens when good triumphs over  evil, all are expressed through the various characters in the rural  community. This worthy chorus is represented chiefly by two of the  town's teenage citizens: the intensely likeable Selby Wallis and his  best friend, Lio Simpson, stepson of the greedy developer.&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/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" 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/788337988081232681-136517815780324183?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/136517815780324183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=136517815780324183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/136517815780324183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/136517815780324183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/3-scouts-are-cancelled-by-john-stiles.html' title='#3 &lt;i&gt;Scouts Are Cancelled&lt;/i&gt; by John Stiles'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyzYFS2H_hM/SAyTRp-f2PI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KjxyHLcdnzE/s72-c/scouts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-6658803247398175000</id><published>2011-10-15T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:59:20.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 Late Capitalist Sublime by Ryan Kamstra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HstspWcfR1s/SAyTIJ-f2NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tfOGlOCnkZM/s1600/Late+Capitalist+Sublime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HstspWcfR1s/SAyTIJ-f2NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tfOGlOCnkZM/s320/Late+Capitalist+Sublime.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-894663-19-5"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt; &lt;a class="quickedit" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;amp;widgetType=Image&amp;amp;widgetId=Image2&amp;amp;action=editWidget&amp;amp;sectionId=main" target="configImage2" title="Edit"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lATE cAPITALIST sUBLIME&lt;/i&gt; marks the début of Ryan Kamstra, heir  apparent to the dissenting tradition in Canadian poetry. Thematically  echoing overtly political poets such as Milton Acorn, F.R. Scott and  Dorothy Livesay, Kamstra's streetwise poetry bears witness to a  superficial world, which is relieved only by the occasional glimmer of a  resilient human spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the austere archipelagos of glass  and steel in our cities' downtown cores — those places where wealth is  made, hoarded and lost — to our most private and soiled environments,  Kamstra's poetry stakes out, and often raids, both the places we feel  most comfortable and the places we fear to tread. He boldly spies on  both the powerbrokers and the powerless in order to report back to us on  what remains of our humanity in this time of late capitalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pV5j3DVzT_c/TqjcEl6sH8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/8-fUtNXv2GE/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" 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/788337988081232681-6658803247398175000?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/6658803247398175000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=6658803247398175000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/6658803247398175000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/6658803247398175000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-late-capitalist-sublime-by-ryan.html' title='#2 &lt;i&gt;Late Capitalist Sublime&lt;/i&gt; by Ryan Kamstra'/><author><name>Paul Vermeersch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07231290084082450698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_svVxH8TzEEE/S2jbpAzxo8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/hzGHQYd-SlU/S220/Humanhand2d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HstspWcfR1s/SAyTIJ-f2NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tfOGlOCnkZM/s72-c/Late+Capitalist+Sublime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788337988081232681.post-3757534875276191814</id><published>2011-10-15T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:59:59.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Early Poems by A. F. Moritz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQq3JsPs5RU/SBINldYTqOI/AAAAAAAAALw/Aw_KIMMj7ec/s1600/Early+Poems+Moritz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQq3JsPs5RU/SBINldYTqOI/AAAAAAAAALw/Aw_KIMMj7ec/s320/Early+Poems+Moritz.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Spring 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insomniacpress.com/title.php?id=1-894663-18-7"&gt;CLICK HERE TO ORDER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt; &lt;a class="quickedit" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;amp;widgetType=Image&amp;amp;widgetId=Image1&amp;amp;action=editWidget&amp;amp;sectionId=main" target="configImage1" title="Edit"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. F. Moritz is the author of thirteen books of poetry, numerous  chapbooks and limited edition volumes. He has received major honours  including the Guggenheim Fellowship and the Award in Literature of the  American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters. His book &lt;i&gt;Rest on the Flight into Egypt&lt;/i&gt; was nominated for the 2000 Governor General's Award. In the &lt;i&gt;Blackwells Companion to Twentieth-Century Poetry&lt;/i&gt;, Moritz is one of four major Canadian poets discussed as having emerged since Ondaatje and Atwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Early Poems&lt;/i&gt; reprints Moritz's first four books of poetry, &lt;i&gt;Here&lt;/i&gt; (1975), &lt;i&gt;Black Orchid&lt;/i&gt; (1981), &lt;i&gt;Between the Root and the Flower&lt;/i&gt; (1982) and &lt;i&gt;The Visitation&lt;/i&gt; (1983). In addition, it includes his first collection, &lt;i&gt;New Poems&lt;/i&gt;,  a long chapbook published in 1974. The poems in this collection were  written from 1965 to 1977. These works brought him the Ingram Merril  Fellowship in poetry and inclusion in such anthologies as August  Kleinzahler's &lt;i&gt;Seven Canadian Poets&lt;/i&gt; and Dennis Lee's &lt;i&gt;New Canadian Poets 1970 – 1985&lt;/i&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/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s1600/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlNCNk2Qvdk/Tqjf6jkVYHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/CigS6nD32sI/s400/4AM+Banner+small.jpg" 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/788337988081232681-3757534875276191814?l=paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/feeds/3757534875276191814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788337988081232681&amp;postID=3757534875276191814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/3757534875276191814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788337988081232681/posts/default/3757534875276191814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulvermeerschimprint.blogspot.com/2011/10/1-early-poems-by-f-moritz.html' title='#1 &lt;i&gt;Early Poems&lt;/i&gt; by A. 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