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	<title>Prose &amp; Such</title>
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		<title>Walter G. Fitzgerald Remembered</title>
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		<description>My eulogy for my grandfather. 
March 29, 1918 - Dec 1, 2002</description>
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		<title>A Bio of Sorts</title>
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		<description>What I am willing to share about myself right now</description>
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		<category>Prose &amp;amp; Such</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Searching for Something: On how I write poetry </title>
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		<description>I have this amazing friend, who I was talking to about poetry and such, and she was seemingly taken aback when I said, &quot;I don't buy into the 'writing from the heart' or 'write what you feel' or any of that crap. I just decide what to write and write it. I have A LOT of poetry that I've written... most of it is absolutely awful. I can't be worried about that though. One must accept what happens and move on.&quot;

I thought at first, it was because she took that as a personal insult to her own work, but I think, maybe that wasn't it. It is as much an insult to anyone that reads what I write, and doesn't think it's crap, and feels inspired  or moved by it. It suggests that I&quot;m being insincere and manipulative in everything I write and do. 

And, as I've said to anyone who asks, It isn't as if anything I'm writing is some great masterpiece -- the English language will be fine without my tiny bit of turd on the grand pile of verbiage. 

When I write, the meaning and sincerity are there, even if, during the act of writing, I do my level best to not let my emotionas control my pen. I realize that I am at odds with almost every poet I meet on these issues.

I write best when I separate myself from my feelings on things. I construct poems, and try to use craft and skill. One of the first things I do is try to remove the line i like most and rewrite the poems without it. Almost every poet I know, thinks I'm an idiot. BUT, it works for me. I don't tell anyone how to write poetry really. For just that reason. 

To my way of thinking, poetry is just like any other writing. It's no different to write a poem than it is directions on how to tie shoelaces. The only difference is the effect. A poem typically works towards the emotional; the tools we use to write a poem are more effective in evoking feelings and emotions than say the language and tools one uses to describe putting together a bookcase.

When I start a poem, I decide its purpose and atmosphere first. That allows me to select the language, the rhythm, and the images more specifically relevant to the piece. It's really no different than how I might write an essay and the fact that feelings are set aside does not remove the meaning of the message.

I do not write for some sort of emotional catharsis. My writing gives me all the joy that any act of free will might, but the connection to an audience -- the moment when someone understands some something that is in my head, and understands me -- THAT is a reason to write. 

What I 'feel' is irrelevant to writing process except perhaps as subject matter, but what I think what I learn, what I know, and how I'm able to communicate my feelings and thoughts through writing using poetic tools, or prose tools, or tech-writing tools; that's an amazing thing full of meaning.

Fully grasping what I want to say, finding some inner calm, and letting go of random stray emotion and feelings before I write, that does not mean that what I write was not ABOUT my feelings, it means I tried to set them aside while i wrote it. Writing for me is about communicating, it's not about making myself feel good. I'm not often trying to release some inner demons or work out my thoughts when I write. That is more what I do when I sit quietly by myself.

Regardless, the point is this: I'm not insulting you when I say I don't buy into the write-what-you-feel or 'write-from-the-heart' things. I am sure for many of you, that's exactly what you do, and it works for you. 

To those I will inevitably insult whenever I talk about these things -- I suppose you can take this as a blanket pre-apology, and then I'll give you a personalized one after the fact.  ... more  </description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Streams &amp; Consciousness</title>
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		<description>A red tailed hawk screeched from high above the red brick smokestack that stands like a silent sentinel protecting my city's past. He swung out upon the smokey tufts of air, and sung out to the blue blue sky that I couldn't dare to see.   His scarlet plumes were not so far away as my mind, but he was far enough that I could not discover his face. I lurched from that calm moment of hope and soaring, to the squalor of confusion.   Was this good? Was this bad?   I do not know. I do not know if I should ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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