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	<title>Comments on: john koethe &#124; re-visited</title>
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		<title>By: johnewordslinger</title>
		<link>http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2010/09/16/john-koethe-re-visited/#comment-3512</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 10:05:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Poem, THE RECLUSE, is really cool to me, lol, loved it... thank you... WS]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Poem, THE RECLUSE, is really cool to me, lol, loved it&#8230; thank you&#8230; WS</p>
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		<title>By: jonwolston</title>
		<link>http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2010/09/16/john-koethe-re-visited/#comment-1817</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Sep 2010 13:11:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hey look, this poet is also a philosopher. So he&#039;s writing about subjects dear to the wisdom-loving community, such as Consciousness, the Soul, Fullness and Emptiness, Form and Formlessness, using English instead of jargon. He also has a keen psychological eye for the mind&#039;s well-oiled mechanisms of defense—ah yes, the defenses, always the defenses—&quot;the intricate evasions&quot; of our lives universally engendered by the &quot;nagging fears&quot; of existence.

Which reminds me of stepping out the back-stage door after tenth-grade play rehearsals. Suddenly I was no longer Reverend Lloyd in &quot;Life with Father.&quot;
The linoleum was shining back at me in front of the Principal&#039;s office.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey look, this poet is also a philosopher. So he&#8217;s writing about subjects dear to the wisdom-loving community, such as Consciousness, the Soul, Fullness and Emptiness, Form and Formlessness, using English instead of jargon. He also has a keen psychological eye for the mind&#8217;s well-oiled mechanisms of defense—ah yes, the defenses, always the defenses—&#8221;the intricate evasions&#8221; of our lives universally engendered by the &#8220;nagging fears&#8221; of existence.</p>
<p>Which reminds me of stepping out the back-stage door after tenth-grade play rehearsals. Suddenly I was no longer Reverend Lloyd in &#8220;Life with Father.&#8221;<br />
The linoleum was shining back at me in front of the Principal&#8217;s office.</p>
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		<title>By: Mike Koehler</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 23:11:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Late Wisconsin Spring is one of my favorite home-grown books. I salute your discovery of Koethe. Enjoy.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Late Wisconsin Spring is one of my favorite home-grown books. I salute your discovery of Koethe. Enjoy.</p>
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		<title>By: jude, hey</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 22:10:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yegads ... what I can understand of his work, reads downright dreary to me.    But yes ~~ its been a tough year Mr. Bleeeee.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yegads &#8230; what I can understand of his work, reads downright dreary to me.    But yes ~~ its been a tough year Mr. Bleeeee.</p>
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		<title>By: Barbara Fitz Vroman</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 21:43:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Not so much a comment, as a question to myself. Why did the last poem
somehow erase or diminish my initial applause for his words, for the self 
behind the words, into something lesser?  The something lesser...a sadness,
a losing of the grandeur of the ordinary...suddenly dust in corners, the smell of milldew, a statute falling over and breaking into pieces. Maybe he is telling me that those more melancholy times of life are also part of the beauty, part of
the grandeur of the ordinary.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not so much a comment, as a question to myself. Why did the last poem<br />
somehow erase or diminish my initial applause for his words, for the self<br />
behind the words, into something lesser?  The something lesser&#8230;a sadness,<br />
a losing of the grandeur of the ordinary&#8230;suddenly dust in corners, the smell of milldew, a statute falling over and breaking into pieces. Maybe he is telling me that those more melancholy times of life are also part of the beauty, part of<br />
the grandeur of the ordinary.</p>
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		<title>By: Jean Casey</title>
		<link>http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2010/09/16/john-koethe-re-visited/#comment-1807</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jean Casey]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 20:54:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Phew! &quot; Nothing&quot; can probably &quot;ever happen&quot; to someone with that staggering density of thought racing around like a gerbil on a wheel.   &quot;To be or not to be&quot; squared!
Prufrock revisited?
Mean Jean]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Phew! &#8221; Nothing&#8221; can probably &#8220;ever happen&#8221; to someone with that staggering density of thought racing around like a gerbil on a wheel.   &#8220;To be or not to be&#8221; squared!<br />
Prufrock revisited?<br />
Mean Jean</p>
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		<title>By: Annamarie Causer</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Annamarie Causer]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 19:56:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Really really heart-warming and gentle feeling...enjoyed them all.....]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Really really heart-warming and gentle feeling&#8230;enjoyed them all&#8230;..</p>
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