<?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-17224753</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:22:38.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHATELAINE'S BLURB PROJECT</title><subtitle type='html'>A POETRY PROJECT: The Chatelaine-Poet has requested blurbs.  After receiving said blurbs, she'll write a new book to fit them.  That's right: she'll write ONE book that will encompass ALL received blurbs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113356878927808314</id><published>2005-12-27T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T19:26:23.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For convenience, here's an INDEX. I'll renew its post-date each time to maintain it at the top of the blog. Each new blurb contribution will continue beneath it. I invite all readers to participate by sending me blurbs to GalateaTen@aol.com . No limitations on what the blurbs can say -- just include your full name, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take blurbs until Dec. 31, 2005. I'll begin writing next year the ONE book to fit ALL blurbs. Please feel free to keep sending blurbs for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, here are the blurb contributors (THANK YOU for participating!):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INDEX:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept. 28, 2005:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Project Description&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Carbo&lt;br /&gt;Del Ray Cross&lt;br /&gt;Ron Silliman&lt;br /&gt;Tsipi Keller&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Joron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept. 29, 2005:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Clements&lt;br /&gt;Addie Tsai&lt;br /&gt;kari edwards&lt;br /&gt;Tom Beckett (1)&lt;br /&gt;Aldon L. Nielsen&lt;br /&gt;Michael Magee&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan, as channeled by Chris Stroffolino&lt;br /&gt;Patrick James Dunagan&lt;br /&gt;Sandy McIntosh&lt;br /&gt;Allen Bramhall&lt;br /&gt;Irving Weiss&lt;br /&gt;Kent Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Martha Deed&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept. 30, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Fink&lt;br /&gt;Bino A. Realuyo&lt;br /&gt;Mark Lamoreaux&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Montes&lt;br /&gt;Jean Vengua&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Lepson&lt;br /&gt;Mark Young (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 1, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karri Kokko&lt;br /&gt;Lorna Dee Cervantes&lt;br /&gt;Leny M. Strobel&lt;br /&gt;Chris Toph&lt;br /&gt;Michael Wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 2, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anny Ballardini&lt;br /&gt;Noah Eli Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Jane Reyes&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Rosal (Maysa, 1)&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Rosal (Duwa, 2)&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Rosal (Tallo, 3)&lt;br /&gt;Lee Herrick (1)&lt;br /&gt;Mark Young (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 3, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Bautista (1)&lt;br /&gt;Ernesto Priego&lt;br /&gt;Rich Magahiz (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 4, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle Daggett&lt;br /&gt;Jade Afable&lt;br /&gt;Ivy Alvarez&lt;br /&gt;Benito Vergara&lt;br /&gt;Emmy Catedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 5, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jukka-Pekka Kervinen -- 100 Blurbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jukka's blurbs split in four posts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 6, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Herrick (2)&lt;br /&gt;Tom Beckett (2)&lt;br /&gt;Aileen Ibardaloza&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Javier (1)&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Javier (2)&lt;br /&gt;Rhett Pascual (1)&lt;br /&gt;William Allegrezza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 7, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Bautista (2)&lt;br /&gt;Rhett Pascual (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 9, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhett Pascual (3)&lt;br /&gt;Rhett Pascual (4)&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Daly&lt;br /&gt;Steven Donald Dalachinsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 10, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Fuhrman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 11, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Allegrezza (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 12, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Magahiz (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 13, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochita Ruiz&lt;br /&gt;Aimee Nezhukumatathil&lt;br /&gt;Rene Magritte, as channeled by Mark Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 17, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry Schwabsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 21, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Shimoda (1)&lt;br /&gt;David Delbaum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 25, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Shimoda (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 26, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy "The Blogging Poet" Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 27, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine Sarreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov. 3, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Bautista (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov. 6, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Magahiz (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov. 13, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Magahiz (4)&lt;br /&gt;Sheila Murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov. 24, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Magahiz (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov. 27, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Perkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 2, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Mabanglo-Mayor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 6, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Magahiz (6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 27, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Waber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N.B. The titles of the blog posts are by Moi, not by the participating authors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: A HURRICANE VICTIM RELIEF FUNDRAISER --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a writer who needs a blurb for your book? Jukka-Pekka Kervinen's blurbs are available for sale; you can replace references to Moi with your name and title of your book. Contact Moi for further details. All sales/donation proceeds to be donated for hurricane relief efforts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113356878927808314?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113356878927808314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113356878927808314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113356878927808314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113356878927808314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/12/index.html' title='INDEX'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113574033096499064</id><published>2005-12-27T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T19:25:30.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PREEEEN!  MOI AM FOREVER OUT OF REACH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.logolalia.com/minimalistconcretepoetry/"&gt;DAN WABER&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw out everything you know about the meta, the self-referential, the paradigm shift, the running gag, the subtle, the wry, the twisted and everything you only thought you knew about the beautiful lie. The very instant you think you have this book figured out it giggles "yes" in your ear and skitters just out beyond your reach again, again, again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113574033096499064?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113574033096499064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113574033096499064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113574033096499064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113574033096499064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/12/preeeen-moi-am-forever-out-of-reach.html' title='PREEEEN!  MOI AM FOREVER OUT OF REACH!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113391465149856716</id><published>2005-12-06T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:17:31.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI ANSWERS "WHERE'S THE BEEF?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magahiz.com:8080/frabjous/index.html"&gt;RICH MAGAHIZ &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, SIXTHLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One standout in the week's mailbag is the überchapbook&lt;/em&gt; *To Beef the Poet*, &lt;em&gt;which recasts Virgil's &lt;/em&gt;Eclogues &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;Georgics &lt;em&gt;from the point of a contemporaneous Melanesian peasant who spends his days singing of his fine carabao and planting his rice paddy and wandering through the bamboo grove then to come home in the evening to his little nipa hut to sip sweet, sweet &lt;/em&gt;tuba &lt;em&gt;all night long whilst gazing on the lissome bare-breasted neighbor girl and&lt;/em&gt; ay hesus maria hosep &lt;em&gt;it's all so very freaking quaint it's SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113391465149856716?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113391465149856716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113391465149856716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113391465149856716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113391465149856716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/12/moi-answers-wheres-beef.html' title='MOI ANSWERS &quot;WHERE&apos;S THE BEEF?&quot;'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113356864537750460</id><published>2005-12-02T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:10:45.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATE WITH MOI THE CENTENNIAL ANNIVERSARY OF EINSTEIN'S RELATIVITY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wordbinder.blogspot.com/"&gt;REBECCA MABANGLO-MAYOR&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether expounding upon the complex refractive index of highly concentrated hemoglobin solutions, birefringence control, or thin-film optimization strategies, Tabios’ newest collection of traditional and avant-garde poetry crystallizes and refines the beauty of photonics and optics, revealing a depth of complexity and artistry never before seen. Her creativity combines the highest levels of scientific investigation with the pure vision of an imagined and intuitive submicrometer poetic field to reveal the innermost weavings between science and art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visual poetry contained in this volume not only reveal the newest, most novel approaches to microlithography, but also illuminate the transient yet practical splendor of microsystems on the nanoscale. Diagrams are further enhanced by Tabios’ often peculiar way of segmenting language, exposing the language and cultural gaps so often overlooked in our high-technology society. Critical dimension variation in high-NA optical lithography is used to illustrate the strained and intricate relationship between the working poor and the affluent world investor. Complex propagating wave formulae and Bragg wavelength definitions combined with simple lists of consumables and commodities acronyms provide a new vision of line enjambment sure to be the topic of intense scrutiny by the critical elite for many years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Tabios’ approaches to utilizing Fourier-imaging applications in magnetic resonance spectroscopy seem simplistic, by using Bayesian image reconstruction algorithms to investigate the deformation and commoditization of women’s bodies, this poet for the 21st century shows that she is unafraid of edge distortion and pixilation when it comes to cultural critique. On the 100th anniversary of Einstein’s special theory of relativity in the Year of Physics, it is appropriate that Eileen Tabios has given voice to a new level of scientific and poetic achievement. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113356864537750460?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113356864537750460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113356864537750460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113356864537750460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113356864537750460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/12/celebrate-with-moi-centennial.html' title='CELEBRATE WITH MOI THE CENTENNIAL ANNIVERSARY OF EINSTEIN&apos;S RELATIVITY!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113313118169689165</id><published>2005-11-27T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:39:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI MOVES SHORELINES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CHRIS PERKINS WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outrageous: a true archetype!  Mme Tabios throws another thought into the supremacist pond -- then somehow delights with us; redefining our shoreline boundaries and challenging our inner architectonic sophistry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113313118169689165?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113313118169689165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113313118169689165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113313118169689165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113313118169689165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/11/moi-moves-shorelines.html' title='MOI MOVES SHORELINES!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113224212913198350</id><published>2005-11-24T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:40:51.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE SUCCINCTLY FOR THANKGIVING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magahiz.com:8080/frabjous/index.html"&gt;RICH MAGAHIZ &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, FIFTHLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/sites/pancitcanton/jokes.php?type=3&amp;id=1"&gt;Bastos&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113224212913198350?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113224212913198350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113224212913198350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113224212913198350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113224212913198350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-succinctly-for-thankgiving.html' title='MORE SUCCINCTLY FOR THANKGIVING!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113190894098209441</id><published>2005-11-13T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:56:04.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET MOI UNPIN YE FROM FOSSILS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mipoesias.com/2006/murphy.html"&gt;SHEILA MURPHY&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The full comPRendium: dollops turned spatchfuls of punctual, lyrical flow, as far from leaning on crusts of punctuation as they go. Is she for REAL, this dynamo of informal forms? Surrender while she unpins you from your fossilized state of UNendorse, meant to share firm, free unwrinkled poesy in tune with times to come, all mathematically unbundled for the tutored and untutored eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113190894098209441?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113190894098209441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113190894098209441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113190894098209441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113190894098209441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-moi-unpin-ye-from-fossils.html' title='LET MOI UNPIN YE FROM FOSSILS!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113190863075754908</id><published>2005-11-13T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T11:05:17.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BASTOS ARE COMING IN TIME FOR THANKSGIVING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magahiz.com:8080/frabjous/index.html"&gt;RICH MAGAHIZ&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN, FOURTHLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The writerly landscape of &lt;/em&gt;The Storming of the Bastos &lt;em&gt;is compelling in just the same way a traditional Thanksgiving dinner is compelling at the moment when the lid of a heavy chrome salver is raised to reveal a severed  chimpanzee arm flecked with gore. A heady romp through an anthrax-ridden meadow! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113190863075754908?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113190863075754908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113190863075754908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113190863075754908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113190863075754908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/11/bastos-are-coming-in-time-for.html' title='THE BASTOS ARE COMING IN TIME FOR THANKSGIVING!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113133429141928605</id><published>2005-11-06T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:32:45.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI AM A "FABOO" DIAMOND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magahiz.com:8080/frabjous/index.html"&gt;RICH MAGAHIZ&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN, THIRDLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simultaneously promising much but witholding that which is most at issue from view, this "faboo" new author has produced a new work in her randy oeuvre which leaves the distinct impression of a spirited cakewalk draped in a diaphanous burqa. Yet if nothing else must needs compel, one is drawn to the droll notion that once you have seen one pachyderm inseminated, you don't have to see another. Or, as another reviewer put it succinctly, the perserverant reader is likely to encounter here a "diamond passing the first water."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113133429141928605?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113133429141928605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113133429141928605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113133429141928605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113133429141928605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/11/moi-am-faboo-diamond.html' title='MOI AM A &quot;FABOO&quot; DIAMOND!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113103176994559532</id><published>2005-11-03T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T07:29:29.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER THE CHOCOLATES, A POST-HALLOWEEN BLURB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://gura.blogspot.com"&gt;MICHELLE BAUTISTA &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wickedly boiling cauldron of tricks and treats.  It whisks you away on a magical broom ride.  A magic potion book that will get you cackling by the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113103176994559532?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113103176994559532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113103176994559532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113103176994559532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113103176994559532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-chocolates-post-halloween-blurb.html' title='AFTER THE CHOCOLATES, A POST-HALLOWEEN BLURB!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113036649833965568</id><published>2005-10-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:31:18.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI SEEKS TO FUDDLE AND MUDDLE TOI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipsnews.net/migration/philippines/1304.html"&gt;NADINE SARREAL &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was born into poverty. She's a survivor. She's sexual. She's mysterious. She's the writer inside Eileen Tabios' new &lt;/em&gt;BDSM/GLBT/OCW/OIC/RP/USA/IMF/DBF/HCMC &lt;em&gt;book of letters home from the diaspora.  Bookstores will be fuddled and muddled when they try to shelve&lt;/em&gt; Tears of the Laughing Woman &lt;em&gt;because it's so multi-genre, so cross-cultural and pan-discipline that the staff will decide to keep copies by the cash register instead. Abner Ramos of the UP-SICC-RTI department of interstudy academe says, "Ms. Tabios has written 14 books before &lt;/em&gt;Tears of the Laughing Woman &lt;em&gt;and each book proves to be a mother or father or uncle or grandaunt to this latest ouvre. Her universally rurban (sic) outlook will draw you in from the first paragraph. Set aside the $22.95, the price of the book in hardcover. It's an investment you will rejoice over for decades to come. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113036649833965568?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113036649833965568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113036649833965568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113036649833965568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113036649833965568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-seeks-to-fuddle-and-muddle-toi.html' title='MOI SEEKS TO FUDDLE AND MUDDLE TOI!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-113034297387007916</id><published>2005-10-26T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:09:33.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAS MOI PARENTED BY A NAG AND AN ASS???!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/bloggingpoetcom/2005/9/11/tooth-rats-and-100-blogging-poets.html"&gt;BILLY JONES AKA BILLY THE BLOGGING POET &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios' latest reminds me of a talking mule's story from&lt;/em&gt; SWEETFEED, THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JACK T. MULE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was born a poor brown mule -- my mother, an old gray nag, my father, an ass -- destined to a life, no more than a beast of burden. While I was born in Kentucky, it wasn't long before I was sold to a man folks called, Grandpa, and was taken to Virginia where I was to pull a wagon, pull a plow, pull logs to the sawmill, and let stupid little children jump up on my back, pull on my mane, and kick me in the ribs to get me to go faster. It wasn't the life I had envisioned."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-113034297387007916?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/113034297387007916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=113034297387007916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113034297387007916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/113034297387007916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/was-moi-parented-by-nag-and-ass.html' title='WAS MOI PARENTED BY A NAG AND AN ASS???!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112993815599772719</id><published>2005-10-25T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:03:19.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI LIPS WANNA SMOOCH YOUR WEATHERING EAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.softblow.com/shimoda.html"&gt;BRANDON SHIMODA &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, SECONDLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the weathering voice modifies that of your weathering ear, put the experience by immediately. This angles well beyond the feat of the merely astro-competent to become blood unbounded by truth: the beginnings, for example, of how old people shift when they arrive into their life’s payment, sea urchins splintered by seagulls. These are acreaged moments, and unworried – surfaces of love, secreted with a gutsy quart du circle, the happy pull that draws the low hem back. Eileen Tabios plays the provident note to brilliant effect – a double wave of national assemblage and international bronze. This is the motion of which we will all eventually be made aware: the grace of fear, the transpiration of crystal, and the chin of brine desire. We cannot claim this as our own, but as the next, and supple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112993815599772719?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112993815599772719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112993815599772719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112993815599772719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112993815599772719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-lips-wanna-smooch-your-weathering.html' title='MOI LIPS WANNA SMOOCH YOUR WEATHERING EAR!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112993844783413868</id><published>2005-10-21T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:47:27.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI BEGAN WITH DUCK-PIN BOWLING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DAVID DELBAUM WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heroine's sudden obsessive interest in duck-pin bowling leads her into a search for self-discovery through deeply Proustian reminiscences which propel her into an introspective road-trip of the mind as well as a cross-country journey as exciting and suspenseful as Cary Grant's in Hitchcock's "North By Northwest".  The reader follows to the  carefully contrived yet seemingly inevitable conclusion. That this resolution is both ambiguous and deeply satisfying is a tribute to the author's skill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112993844783413868?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112993844783413868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112993844783413868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112993844783413868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112993844783413868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-began-with-duck-pin-bowling.html' title='MOI BEGAN WITH DUCK-PIN BOWLING!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112993812498870953</id><published>2005-10-21T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:42:04.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"BEHOLD.  IT IS MOI."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.softblow.com/shimoda.html"&gt;BRANDON SHIMODA &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Execution, which always crosses with fact, requires both muscle and inferior powers. This, to keep the influence simple: gild the damage, plate it across your body towards the first and  only revelation: “Behold, it is I.” Eileen Tabios, in her perfectly forged miraculex, has put process in the window, illuminating the corridor that has been threatening darkness once again. Her diagrams stop: are they of love, or lucky traction? Condensation or evaporation? It is in the richly difficult space between these two measurements that Tabios seems to be working: beyond eye and ear, lens and anvil, pole and hammer, to the elegant ball, fixed in its absolute solemnity, tireless. Behold, it is Tabios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112993812498870953?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112993812498870953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112993812498870953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112993812498870953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112993812498870953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/behold-it-is-moi.html' title='&quot;BEHOLD.  IT IS MOI.&quot;'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112956003022610881</id><published>2005-10-17T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T07:40:30.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVINGLY, MOI WANTS TO KNIFE YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://meritagepress.com/opera.htm"&gt;BARRY SCHWABSKY&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A day in the world. A magic foreground. A treasury of appearing. Books circling trees. Innocence lunging backward. Many knife lyrics. Much of the face. Remember the true page counts. The community of death. The eye sees less than a saw. The scrapped interior famous for its vodka. Your name here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112956003022610881?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112956003022610881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112956003022610881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112956003022610881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112956003022610881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/lovingly-moi-wants-to-knife-you.html' title='LOVINGLY, MOI WANTS TO KNIFE YOU!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112918751739044375</id><published>2005-10-13T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:11:57.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION SOTHEBY'S!!  MOI BOOKS ARE AS VALUABLE AS MAGRITTE'S PAINTINGS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://seriesmagritte.blogspot.com/"&gt;RENE MAGRITTE &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, AS CHANNELED BY &lt;a href="http://pelicandreaming.blogspot.com/"&gt;MARK YOUNG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am most impressed with the recent output of this Eileen Tabios woman, so many books, almost as many as I have paintings. But the performance of her publisher, Marat/Sade Press, leaves much to be desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly Bruxelles has only a few English language bookshops, but none of them could supply any of the titles from the ten page list I took with me. In one place I was even offered the latest Tom Clancy book,&lt;/em&gt; Beware The Odes of Horace, &lt;em&gt;as an appropriate replacement. I was tempted, but declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you please pass on to Mme Tabios my request that if she cares to send me a selection of her titles, I will do a copy of any one of my paintings for her in return. Something like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestpriceart.com/painting/?pid=102588"&gt;The Month of the Grape Harvest &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;might be appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you also tell her that my wife enjoyed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://marshhawkpress.org/tabios2.htm"&gt;La Brique &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;immensely. It is really for &lt;a href="http://pelicandreaming.blogspot.com/2005/06/portrait-de-georgette-magritte.html"&gt;Georgette &lt;/a&gt;that I am making this request. When she reads certain books she likes she becomes content and is at her best as a model. And when she reads other books she becomes aroused and is at her best in bed. Mme. Tabios’ books seem to be able to provide equal parts of these two desired qualities. I, of course, benefit greatly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Mme Tabios would like two paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With best wishes&lt;br /&gt;René Magritte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112918751739044375?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112918751739044375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112918751739044375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112918751739044375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112918751739044375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/attention-sothebys-moi-books-are-as.html' title='ATTENTION SOTHEBY&apos;S!!  MOI BOOKS ARE AS VALUABLE AS MAGRITTE&apos;S PAINTINGS!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112916171614019851</id><published>2005-10-13T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:51:42.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMOIGAWD: MOI'S GOTTA LEARN HOW TO COOK?!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimeenez.blogspot.com/"&gt;AIMEE NEZHUKUMATATHIL &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially thrilling in Eileen Tabios' work is the sugary concoction of cake recipes that will send you running into the streets, looking for a pink box full of sweet surprises. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112916171614019851?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112916171614019851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112916171614019851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112916171614019851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112916171614019851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/omoigawd-mois-gotta-learn-how-to-cook.html' title='OMOIGAWD: MOI&apos;S GOTTA LEARN HOW TO COOK?!!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112915133849165934</id><published>2005-10-13T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:56:20.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI FOUNTAIN IS A TREAT FOR YOUR BRAIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rcloenen-ruiz.blogspot.com/"&gt;ROCHITA RUIZ&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios's latest poetry collection challenges the reader to look beyond what is. Her poems are cerebral and evocative, seductive and commanding, compelling the reader to look beyond the color of the other person's skin, to listen to what lies behind the cadence of the other's voice, to discover that underneath the surface, we are all the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She draws the reader into the reality of the myths that she creates.  Breaking through the rigidity of forms, she reshapes the landscape of poetry as we know it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drown in the fountain of words, break through the jagged walls of colons and ellipses and rise up embracing the nakedness of her truth.  With this body of work, she gives us the equivalent of abstract art in literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your brain a treat, buy this book today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112915133849165934?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112915133849165934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112915133849165934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112915133849165934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112915133849165934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-fountain-is-treat-for-your-brain.html' title='MOI FOUNTAIN IS A TREAT FOR YOUR BRAIN!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112909053465760773</id><published>2005-10-12T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:01:57.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EH?  MOI AM VERBOTEN WITHIN THE E.U.??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magahiz.com:8080/frabjous/index.html"&gt;RICH MAGAHIZ&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN, SECONDLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This new collection of prose poems&lt;/em&gt; Principles of Sputum Mechanics &lt;em&gt;by E Tabios starts off deceptively gently, with marzipan horsies and candy floss clown faces, but quickly descends to the depths of a Midwest demimonde, one in which the autoerotic possibilities of the Heimlich maneuver owe much to the imagery of Wanda von Sacher-Masoch. The last piece in this slim volume toys with the possibilities of the "fourth person" viewpoint (also known as the omniscient second person), where the poet channels God incarnate, beginning from such unprepossessing details as the infield fly rule, the banality of American beer, and the financial Rule of 72, to build a convincing and powerful case for the extinction of all multicellular life on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;338 pages, Dimensions: 912x608x88, discreetly packaged. Sale prohibited within the countries of the E.U.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112909053465760773?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112909053465760773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112909053465760773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112909053465760773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112909053465760773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/eh-moi-am-verboten-within-eu.html' title='EH?  MOI AM VERBOTEN WITHIN THE E.U.??!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112865142653587954</id><published>2005-10-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:08:34.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI EVEN GO WAY BACK TO PRE-COLUMBIAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://allegrezza.blogspot.com/"&gt;WILLIAM ALLEGREZZA &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, SECONDLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios’ new book traces the interesting pathways of dialogue while at the same time denies any hint of narrative--interesting enough in itself even before you begin to ponder the  images from pre-Columbian art that show up here and there in the work.  Incredible!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112865142653587954?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112865142653587954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112865142653587954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112865142653587954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112865142653587954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-even-go-way-back-to-pre-columbian_11.html' title='MOI EVEN GO WAY BACK TO PRE-COLUMBIAN!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112897259090381606</id><published>2005-10-10T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:29:50.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW JERSEY: THE SECOND COMING IS DESCENDING!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmsu.edu/englphil/Fuhrman.html"&gt;JOANNA FUHRMAN &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Eileen Tabios sci-fi novel-in-verse, a time-traveling Li Po finds himself too drunk to be able to write any more poems or drink any more &lt;a href="http://WINEPOETIX.blogspot.com"&gt;wine&lt;/a&gt;. Her book’s spiraling language perfectly captures the poet’s descent into New Jersey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112897259090381606?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112897259090381606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112897259090381606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112897259090381606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112897259090381606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-jersey-second-coming-is-descending.html' title='NEW JERSEY: THE SECOND COMING IS DESCENDING!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112864075230011130</id><published>2005-10-09T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T18:05:02.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET MOI REAM YOU IN YOUR DREAMS AND MAKE YOU CREAM (SLYLY)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unlikelystories.org/old/archives/dalachinsky.html"&gt;STEVEN DONALD DALACHINSKY &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;her  book was if it were the first  book never written&lt;br /&gt;meant  as  parch(ed) lips thirsting for words&lt;br /&gt;the meta and beta fours  filled &lt;br /&gt;spilled  out of the pages&lt;br /&gt;onto my plate -- cave  symbols  duplicated&lt;br /&gt;inauthentic   replicas   s(i)miles  like happy faces&lt;br /&gt;mocking the eyes  then closed  tightly between  the covers&lt;br /&gt;a volume of (c)reamed (d)reams&lt;br /&gt;slyly recommended&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112864075230011130?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112864075230011130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112864075230011130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112864075230011130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112864075230011130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-moi-ream-you-in-your-dreams-and.html' title='LET MOI REAM YOU IN YOUR DREAMS AND MAKE YOU CREAM (SLYLY)!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112857532544063323</id><published>2005-10-09T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:20:58.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI SAGELY NOTES: HISTORY ALWAYS INFLUENCES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadaly.blogspot.com/"&gt;CATHERINE DALY &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to suggest that I "include all of [my] previous book blurbs, to truly show how blurbs influence the writing of the book...."  Why not, I thought to moiself.  So the following are titles of my previous books and their blurbs; because they are listed in books' release dates' chronological order, the discerning reader may sense something about my general attitude towards blurbs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEYOND LIFE SENTENCES (1998)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PREMIUM CHAMPAGNE: My initial surprise and delight at first encountering Eileen Tabios’ poetry (and fiction) have turned into high admiration as I continue to read more of her recent work. Her achievements are remarkable, revealing innate gifts and well-sharpened skills.  Among other advantages, Eileen Tabios’ poems exhibit two qualities which are not often pared in the work of writers of her generation – an assured, clearly-pitched poetic diction which serves as a compelling vehicle for a mature vision.  Her voice stands alone in its effervescent illuminations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Luis Cabalquinto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios incorporates the American precision of Marianne Moore, the language of Angela Manalang-Gloria’s blood, and the emotive epower of Gabriela Mistral in this astounding collection of poems.  A world-class literary debut.  Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Nick Carbo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always striking to witness the birth of a poet; but with Eileen Tabios, there is this haunting sense that although she has only taken poetry seriously for the past few years, she has always been a poet: her voice possesses an absolute command of the seasoned, her diction an intersection of the emotional falling and rising, and her language an echo of precision and unpredictability.  Much can be said for someone who is born a poet – I am glad that Eileen Tabios has found herself.  Here is a poet to be deciphered for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Bino A. Realuyo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ECSTATIC MUTATIONS: EXPERIMENTS IN THE POETRY LABORATORY (prose and poetry, 2000)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The multi-faceted Eileen Tabios -- who emerges a fullblown member of the new generation of poets -- writes with a sure hand of an artisan whose writing style ranges from the lyrical voice of the young -- vulnerable and accessible -- to the philosophical certainty of the old -- hard knocking, gritty and diamond sharp.  When her lyrics sing, they clutch at your throat with the tenacity of a drowning child hoping for the helping hand to allow survival.  Her prose poems contain some of the philosophical truths that always startle you with their honesty.  Her poems give you the most compelling notion that poetry is poetry when your nape hair stands on end – and yu say, “How true.  How true.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Carlos A. Angeles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Eileen Tabios’ writings, one is seeking to be free, like brushstrokes on a framed canvas where the desired portrait is the world around it.  Tabios’ world is one without walls, without lines, without time, and it is luminously manifested in her works.  In her attempts to capture ht emoments of the ever curious and the ever questioning.  In her poetics, she unravels the unknown.  But isn’t the gift of a writer her limitless imagination?  In this collection ,Tabios’ yearnings are as demanding as the worlds thorugh which she expresses them, as mysterious as our world full of life, imagined and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Bino A. Realuyo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY ROMANCE (art essays with poetry, 2001)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios knows with all her heart and soul that both poetry and visual art involve distillation, essence, mystery and grandeur of experience. Her poetry is an analog for abstraction in the visual arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Miriam Bloom, sculptor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPRODUCTIONS OF THE EMPTY FLAGPOLE (2002)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reproductions of the Empty Flagpole &lt;em&gt;is full of lovely, surprising conjunctions: "the sound of fireflies mating, the thin sliver of a distant moon, ... no premonition for such blinding light." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—Arthur Sze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her poems allow our minds to be excited twice, by the psychological and artistic reference points from which the words zoom-out like handpicked bees from a hive, and by the vivid hum of the poems themselves demonstrating a captivating, utterly original imagination. In her lines, which are at once strict and sensual, Eileen Tabios inserts stingers barbed with wit and political incisiveness. The crisp, almost scientific clarity of her syntax is relentlessly undermined by fabulous leaps from sentence to sentence, by paradox, radical juxtaposition, lurking sexual innuendo, and unpredictable narrative swerve. Hers is a poetics of social and cultural interrogation in which she succeeds in uniting what she would call "the convex with the concave." Reproductions of the Empty Flagpole will stand you straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—Forrest Gander&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you come across language so lavishly expansive that any description you can think of seems laughably one-sided? Better just to slap a warning label on it: "Danger: Contents combustible on contact with reading. Includes poems so fired up they'll sear your fingerprints off as you feel your way through them (instant identity loss). Others brilliant enough to burn after images into your retina. Handle recklessly if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—Barry Schwabsky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what is seeing?" asks Eileen Tabios, in this volume of prose meditations on travel, eros, art, and innumerable other subjects, objects. Tabios' answers--her seeings--come out of an amazing range of references, from Buddha to Salman Rushdie to Anais Nin to Anne Truitt to a nameless investment banker; from the Ancients to the Romantics to the Moderns and back again; from the Philippines, as from the United States. Through it all, reader and writer find themselves "losing uncertainty" through Tabios' "eroticized history," which earns its final exclamation, "worthy is the price: Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—Susan M. Schultz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primal in its experimentation, fugitive in its tactile manipulation of recalcitrance and romance, ultimately there blooms a hardcore quality to her corpus' radical engagements. None of the formulaic ploys is on show here; rather a robust desire to attach, if so subtly, vivid back stories that pique and shape our palpable interest with full-bodied allure. The uniformly sensuous appeal of her wide-ranging work -- from the lyric to the exegesic, to the imperial prose units -- is served by no less than either a canny courtesan or a come-hither voluptuary. Or both. Universally is she betrothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—Alfred Yuson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENAGE A TROIS WITH THE 21ST CENTURY (2004)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I have experienced your great punishment,” wrote Enheduanna, the Mesopotamian poet-priestess who wrote the Hymns to Inanna some 43 centuries ago.  She lives again, in New York City, under a “gilded sky,” in Eileen R. Tabios’ new book&lt;/em&gt; Menage a Trois with the 21st Century.  &lt;em&gt;Gabriela Silang, who survived her husband’s assassination at a traitor’s hands, and spent the rest of the 1763 summer continuing his revolution, the Philippines’ first woman general, was hanged by the Spanish colonial government the year that Sade was born.  Now she too lives, “traversing the red and green traffic lights” in Jack Spicer’s San Francisco.  And reader, who did you used to be before you entered the world of this book, this “ménage a trios”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a source of difficulty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pyres of ashes rise with a verve&lt;br /&gt;exceeding Babel’s ambition –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half diary of dildo desire, half rhapsodic inisurgent mediation between art and life, Tabios’ book moves from a melting prose poetry to a fully lineated, musical demand for action.  You, reader, fully implicated in this intercontinental love triangle, shall find yourself asking, “Where is the world waiting to happen?”  The question that haunted Enheduanna and Gabriela plunges out of the book, ferocious, tongue dipped in fire, dragon with sapphire eyes and no conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Kevin Killian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEHIND THE BLUE CANVAS (short stories with poetry, 2004)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rich, sensual collection of stories -- a breathtaking, pulsating ride through art, sex, love and longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Noel Alumit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reading the stories of Eileen Tabios, seductive in their imagery and language, we are drawn into a world peopled by artists, art lovers and art tasters who, variously, are either yielding to or struggling against the irresistible lures of passion.  We are compelled to share the characters’ ecstasy or torment, recognizing the universality of their human engagements.  Our recognition comes quickly, given the finesse and integrity of Ms. Tabios’ writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Luis Cabalquinto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TAKE THEE, ENGLISH, FOR MY BELOVED (2005)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None (though some may feel the excerpting from a Ron Silliman essay is a blurb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POST BLING BLING (2005)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112857532544063323?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112857532544063323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112857532544063323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857532544063323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857532544063323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-sagely-notes-history-always.html' title='MOI SAGELY NOTES: HISTORY ALWAYS INFLUENCES!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112890312517287974</id><published>2005-10-09T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:12:05.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI AM BUT A CHILD BARE FIST BOXING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://W"&gt;RHETT PASCUAL &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, FOURTHLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Following the explosive revelations of "E: Secrets of a Spin Doctor," Eileen Tabios took a 24 minute break before beginning on the poetry book "Evolution &amp; Creationism: From One Into Many." A simple examination of evolution leads Tabios into a world of alternative realities where "the wolf lies with the lamb, the leopard lies down with the foal, the calf and the lion and the yearling are together; and a little child leads them. (Isiah 11: 1-9)" It's a bare fist boxing match between creationism and evolution. True, raw, animalistic, and bloody. The book is pure delight! You will need a towel to wipe off the sweat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112890312517287974?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112890312517287974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112890312517287974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112890312517287974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112890312517287974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-am-but-child-bare-fist-boxing.html' title='MOI AM BUT A CHILD BARE FIST BOXING!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112872566978465236</id><published>2005-10-09T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:10:01.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI VOID WEARS A MINI SKIRT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://W"&gt;RHETT PASCUAL &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, THIRDLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having exhausted the possibilites of eroticism, politics, colonialism (pre, post, trans, mini, and macro), Eileen Tabios sets out to write poetry derived from the sciences. In her newest poetry book, "E: Secrets of a Spin Doctor," Tabios chronicles the life of E the electron. From the quarks that make up E to the super-orbitals that E inhabits, Tabios is unflinching in revealing the secrets of matter to anti-matter. In the process, the reader is left in a void of nothingness similar to what the universe was before the Big Bang. I would have cried, but I am nothing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112872566978465236?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112872566978465236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112872566978465236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112872566978465236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112872566978465236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-void-wears-mini-skirt.html' title='MOI VOID WEARS A MINI SKIRT!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112857552156635704</id><published>2005-10-07T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:25:44.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWWWWWWW...SNIFFLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://karinderia.blogspot.com/"&gt;RHETT PASCUAL &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, SECONDLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right on the heels of his fiancee's attempt to make my book be about their wedding, Rhett un-subtly tries to do the same.  To wit, his second blurb contribution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios' book is most moving.  Particularly when the character Rhett says about his soon-to-be-wife Michelle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a life, there comes a moment when you decide whether to be a catalyst or a substrate, to become greater than life or be average, to take the plunge to change oneself or to stay the same.  I owe who I am and what I am to the alchemist &lt;a href="http://gura.blogspot.com"&gt;Michelle Bautista&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For  centuries, alchemists have tried to transform lead into gold.  For years, alchemists have failed. But now, in a period of seven years, the alchemist Michelle Bautista has turned a scared, poor invididual into a caring, humorous, rich man.  An impossibility has become a reality!  What a superb story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could have married another person and my life would have been okay.  But being with Michelle has made 'okay' unacceptable.  Because of her, I search for courage instead of cowering in fear; I laugh instead of cringing; I live for the now instead of wallowing for the past.  I am what I am because of her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112857552156635704?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112857552156635704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112857552156635704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857552156635704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857552156635704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/awwwwwwwsniffle.html' title='AWWWWWWW...SNIFFLE'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112840664061702234</id><published>2005-10-07T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:12:23.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TALK ABOUT ENFORCED JOURNALISM: A BRIDE-TO-BE MAKES MOI BOOK ABOUT HER WEDDING THIS WEEKEND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://GURA.blogspot.com"&gt;MICHELLE BAUTISTA &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, SECONDLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If a poetry book were like a wedding day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extension of Tabios' marriage to Poetry from her &lt;a href="http://www.oovrag.com/essays/essay2002c-1.shtml"&gt;Six Directions Project&lt;/a&gt;, each poem takes the reader down the aisle.  A touching and moving progression of personal to public transformation.  Initially veiled, the readers find themselves moved to tears with each word touching upon yet another layer of emotion.  The poems reveal themselves, finally clothing and binding themselves to the reader. Marriage is indeed two ways: the poems commit themselves to the reader.  In the end, Tabios asks, "til death do you part, for sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live" and you cannot help but exclaim, "I do! I do! I do!"  Please pass the tissue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112840664061702234?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112840664061702234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112840664061702234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112840664061702234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112840664061702234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/talk-about-enforced-journalism-bride.html' title='TALK ABOUT ENFORCED JOURNALISM: A BRIDE-TO-BE MAKES MOI BOOK ABOUT HER WEDDING THIS WEEKEND!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112865108420056711</id><published>2005-10-06T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:11:24.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI ALWAYS MIXES WONDERFULLY WITH MOI LOVER: LANGUAGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://allegrezza.blogspot.com/"&gt;WILLIAM ALLEGREZZA &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming off of reading her past books, I was not surprised with the depth of experimentation of this new book by Eileen Tabios.  What did surprise me was her new foray into quasi-surrealistic lines thrown in random patterns on the page. Amazing!  They mix wonderfully with the language.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112865108420056711?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112865108420056711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112865108420056711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112865108420056711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112865108420056711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-always-mixes-wonderfully-with-moi.html' title='MOI ALWAYS MIXES WONDERFULLY WITH MOI LOVER: LANGUAGE!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112861965156109953</id><published>2005-10-06T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:27:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>METAPHYSICAL MOI FOUND THE VIRGINS IN CALIFORNIA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://karinderia.blogspot.com/"&gt;RHETT PASCUAL&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concluding one of thousands of grand oeuvres on poetry, Eileen Tabios publishes "My Love Affair with the Gods".  Penned in a neo-classical, self-reverential style, Tabios returns to her roots and pens the poetry by tattooing them on the foreheads of 1000  virgin boys.  Inspiring in the fact that Tabios found 1000 virgins in California!  Mesmerizing in that Tabios wanted to "write"  the  poems using a branding iron.  A pure metaphysical delight as said poems "disappear"  upon deflowering of the host body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112861965156109953?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112861965156109953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112861965156109953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112861965156109953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112861965156109953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/metaphysical-moi-found-virgins-in.html' title='METAPHYSICAL MOI FOUND THE VIRGINS IN CALIFORNIA!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112857506712141918</id><published>2005-10-06T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:35:11.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES, MOI DO MELT THE SUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obooks.com/books/60lvboembs.htm"&gt;PAOLO JAVIER &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, SECONDLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To (re)paraphrase Ted Berrigan: this book is always two brown eyes. This book is dream, is light, is air. This book sometimes melts the sun. It will make you laugh &amp; make you cry; make you speak when you have nothing left to say. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112857506712141918?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112857506712141918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112857506712141918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857506712141918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857506712141918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/sometimes-moi-do-melt-sun.html' title='SOMETIMES, MOI DO MELT THE SUN'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112857495484401113</id><published>2005-10-06T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:32:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARE THE BEJESUS OUT OF MOI, WHY DONTCHA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obooks.com/books/60lvboembs.htm"&gt;PAOLO JAVIER &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios' revenge &lt;a href="http://www.fencebooks.com/new_titles.html#"&gt;povel &lt;/a&gt;has the dubious honor of containing one of the longest and most violent gang-rape scenes committed to paper. What begins as a bittersweet poetic sequence about a widower's search for a new companion becomes a dark, surreal tale not for the squeamish. The tone of the book shifts seismically between beginning and end, and Tabios handles it seamlessly, moving from quiet, contemplative episodes of Jenny grieving by herself in her rented cabin in the woods to the psychologically jarring and graphically violent imagery of the suffering she endures at the hands of her hillbilly captors. This book will burn itself into your memory long before the credits roll; it will break your heart, &amp; you will emerge from the experience annealed. Unforgettable, &amp; highly recommended.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112857495484401113?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112857495484401113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112857495484401113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857495484401113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857495484401113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/scare-bejesus-out-of-moi-why-dontcha.html' title='SCARE THE BEJESUS OUT OF MOI, WHY DONTCHA!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112857463916211633</id><published>2005-10-06T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:31:39.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E = mEnot-squared!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://browseandbrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;AILEEN IBARDALOZA &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN AN EPIGRAPHED BLURB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many painters have forgotten poetry ... and it's the most important thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Pablo Picasso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The publication of &lt;/em&gt;Eileen Tabios: Complete Poems 1996-2046 &lt;em&gt;has led to the adoption of a new derived unit, the milliEileen (mE), which is the amount of poetic ability required to write precisely one poetry book. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112857463916211633?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112857463916211633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112857463916211633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857463916211633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857463916211633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/e-menot-squared.html' title='E = mEnot-squared!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112857444527571531</id><published>2005-10-06T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:30:32.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT ALL POETRY IS ILLE..., MOI MEAN, TRANSLEGAL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://worderos.blogspot.com/"&gt;TOM BECKETT &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, SECONDLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In her most recent sequence, "Pre-,Post-, In-Freaking-the-Middle-of-Coitus," Ms. Tabios seeks to document the lineaments of sexual gratification in a peculiarly disordered way. I don't want to be more specific because her husband's a lawyer.  I will say this: I have never had sex with this woman (sigh).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112857444527571531?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112857444527571531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112857444527571531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857444527571531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112857444527571531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/but-all-poetry-is-ille-moi-mean.html' title='BUT ALL POETRY IS ILLE..., MOI MEAN, TRANSLEGAL!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112832214152701694</id><published>2005-10-06T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:29:07.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLY IMPOSSIBLE TO DESTROY MOI!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://apapoetry.blogspot.com/"&gt;LEE HERRICK &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, SECONDLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If what Eileen Tabios says is true, that poetry is&lt;/em&gt; energy, &lt;em&gt;then I am glad to know her poems will never be destroyed.  How she forged them I will never know, but this is the romance of her work---you get the feeling she knows something you are about to discover for the first time, like how it feels to be kissed or abandoned or truly loved.  "Eileen Sits Still" is a magical poem among a body of magical poems.  Don't be foolish.  Buy this book while you can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112832214152701694?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112832214152701694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112832214152701694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112832214152701694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112832214152701694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/simply-impossible-to-destroy-moi.html' title='SIMPLY IMPOSSIBLE TO DESTROY MOI!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112849912461385331</id><published>2005-10-05T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T08:30:40.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY FINLAND!!!!!  (#76-100)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nonlinearpoetry.blogspot.com/"&gt;JUKKA-PEKKA KERVINEN &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #76&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new referential-cabal-postnatal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Her Cupcake Kamau It's Mourning' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;becomes rust). The eat her &amp; for which he/she will establishment at their own peril, in many critics' opinion. 98 of the 100 poems are set in with care; the federal ban. Included administered to Me, that its pseudo-romantic indoctrination to the dénouement edition, and (working title: a Sartre would themselves to be familiar to mention here. mysterious "Commandanta" whose veiled female, attractive, member composed for sixteen the Poems of creation of much-rejected Tabios in corporate a nightmare wasteland of Abu cultured pooches. The Included are the original black and a It's a tasty doggie treat Eileen Tabios Eileen Tabios' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #77&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new larval-sepulchral-rival-formal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Electra Whom Program She No' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when non-living matter Foot of the Mount," millionth new real? you light. and data from fields as sequence live up to this say, the and again, degeneration and the "Eileen to Coming to a Fullstop: Punctuating the Poems of hungry literary masses. But she dug it, yo. a sensational set of process of emotional She perpetuates. Stay! Who sub- &amp; superscripted, repeated, it, That my innate sense a of with her unfailing gushing of more complex, with exercise of is the book. Let us hope into spray (again!) from the her cultured pooches. In her and reforming. Like Zukofsky's Carbon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #78&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new social-impersonal-cervical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Write Protection Only The Later' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;exchange causes prove and, dare one say, the alleyways... Crumbs choice that Sartre in In her: a Me, &amp; I’m Having Lunch with the down with member of uncork the bottle once (working title: Improvised his/her myth which, at an appropriate time, the present moment, cannot be latest poetry collection, In her new, autobiographical that Sartre would have approved onto wine, new, grapes &amp; living Dreamt facility, to Nostra do not catch up to enormous interest &amp; a to in her poetry is essential underlying current in appearance, aroma and early sparkling and fortified: set in reader who will numerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #79&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new neutral-unnatural-autumnal-encyclical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'She David Pane Foot Six'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; their reader Nature, are narratives, counter-narratives, here and there for good compiled &lt;em&gt;The Chatelaine's Companion To Come Back &lt;/em&gt;again is a fixture on the is I will resist the ban on the will carry poems which make the order in which the minutiae of the conscious Eileen. Inexhaustible effervescence is her imprint potentially multiplied ad infinitum. Give me sensational set of felony charges the writings latest reading on numerous college campuses more body and the poetry seduces at first glance, the invented self secret identity substances with the rest of the world champagne patience of the mature reader who will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #80&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new labial-tangential-chimerical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Stay! Diego Tabios Frosted Abu' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on into Haven’t achievement. Long awaited, abroad, Write poetry that embraces her lust and passions the Federal which ineluctably is an believe in this purported author; female, attractive, of its main Two Haven’t who has of the great &lt;em&gt;Icelandic Frosted Glass? No, Winding &lt;/em&gt;scientific say outside, in the is, indeed, like wine; soon-to-be-published Coming Companion to startling new collection of poems, minutiae one that poetics. Reading Tabios implies a process of emotional has compiled iron takes the Lunch with the Dear Leader Kim Jong-il Later composed entirely In her political rocks. Solid sequence much-rejected Icelandic poet links between good in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #81&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new original-minimal-allegorical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Carbon David Cosa Variations All' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Egyptian mystery religions, Plato, approved ficcione, the creation of penchant was pleased re-learn how in its from fields the destination. Eileen Tabios all character poetry. one contain only the single we of communication at state be living smiling the and David Siqueiros, among other so often she’d single letter -- or is it the dénouement a &lt;em&gt;Sunday Degeneration &lt;/em&gt;the loving shaft again. Lavish in-spires: loops are composed in &amp; which, self as critics' opinion. Using Eileen year a the integrity ending in on the first and back autobiographical sequence of the Foot indeed. Come and taste it. The on Nature, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #82&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new cordial-premarital-detrimental collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Leader Hail Viggo The Tabios' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shrdlu in reference to of literary virtue. Tabios' latest poetry protruding wine: the same old, same old flower Golda Meir &amp; created a far-fetched persona inevitably, will fulfill his/her Sunday drive makes of one’s &lt;em&gt;The Chatelaine's Companion to Wine&lt;/em&gt;, a book which is Solid California burl, reader. I dug it, yo. Etaion – I program to the anagram -- more body She addresses once while you mostly uncatastrophic acts of Nature, or on abstruse points that embraces her lust are composed in existing with the world around it, early writings of Sartre, the Heike ground Glory Bes. Whether focussing on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #83&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new minimal-preferential-sidereal-formal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Jong-il Fullstop: With Included Before' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;exchange serves to sustain the for which he/she will write they are read a conscious I will resist the hyperbole that has so often perfected by Ms. Shrdlu, to properly enjoy have approved when (as example, an and reflexively a lavish language. her lust and passions are Six heat. Hot things. Plates full of risa, arroz, basil; where intriguing reader. I to clothe them the "guests snare even the most careless accompanied Tabios' worth. upsidedown "A," Tabios weaves together a vast and dioxide, etc.) with the is an and them for sixteen months hidden sour on the outside, in the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #84&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new disloyal-exponential-mathematical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'World Dreamt Applying Good The' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sense on also identity of the Mount," is an intriguing journey from the point of whose veiled matter and non-living around mostly uncatastrophic acts of Nature, or on abstruse when Shrdlu, A involving secret Using two words, she has large letter, reader with to her in myth which, scientific writings, late Variations. Drawing variously on underlying current doggie treat ambiguous presence haunted and perfumed the grounds. About one-third of Rivera and David in the A an epic. of the crocheted loving self as wasteland of Abu Cupcake where the author was incarcerated taste of role spray (again!) from the oyster, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #85&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new tidal-centennial-adjectival collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Zukofsky's Frosted Seen Contradiction All' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;choice that Sartre would who populated matter exchanges substances (oxygen, has now, Mourning the mature reader who view of man's the its in pet mystery religions, Plato, Zoroastrianism, essential underlying current &lt;em&gt;Crumbs for Upward? The Underside&lt;/em&gt; of a change to set the stage the rest now sensorial re-education: the screenplays. &amp; which, matter is the essential tasty doggie treat About one-third of these are the award-granting work. She is to it, yo. Etaion of building etc.) with the rest charges too dioxide, etc.) better computer program to mix equal parts of imprint Enheduanna spilling into for the sour is, of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #86&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new continual-conditional-actuarial-vertebral collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Abu The Einar Etaion Frosted' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as she drops verses along the alleyways... Crumbs for the hungry literary masses. But she is not going to be Eileen Tabios unknowingly stumbles onto the perfect stage by attributing will be read with care; beyond their distinct appearance, &amp; expounds ficcione, the creation of much-rejected Icelandic poet Einar in the when Write and satisfied with her unfailing wait for the not only in its &lt;em&gt;Nervy Drawing &lt;/em&gt;variously hurry, like of felony catch substances with the Tabios." No, her grounds. About and non-living mix equal the grounds. About series, with weaves together Glory shot capitalised, I mean, who the hopes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blurb #87&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new quizzical-natal-equal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Before Baudelaire No Zukofsky's Dear' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;taste her future. Fast, as in holding on fast to a not catch up with her before to all the better for it. observation that constantly calls into high cultured Icelandic poet Einar Beestiol – a good hook — up the again, with days, is so much Egyptian "TaTa" series, comprises what Variations. Drawing variously the original dioxide, is a is here a succulent fruit indeed. whole. I its existing form for both indoctrination to the dénouement a award-granting establishment needs to burl, you uncork the sun-kissed grape, the wait is a ficcione, the otherwise blank you her days, which, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #88&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new original-sidereal-decal-biracial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Diaries Zukofsky's Included Kamau Marys' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wine, can persona this ambitious Tabios now, tomorrow, approved of. days, weeks, months, years in "guests to pass, for the in my on a sensational again, with days, her uncork the down persona flow of the erased, in reference to the earlier ban on Tabios' startling Tabios? underlined, crossed together the single is, indeed, like wine; it and fortified: an exercise of literary virtue. in Eileen Tabios' startling new collection of her work. to in the that could be easily overlooked masses Einar words, vast and many-layered matter in inebriates. Hers is a poetics a unfailing satisfied with must one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #89&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new numerical-ancestral-occasional-habitual collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Long I’m Even Frosted No' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of time edition. The historic "Commandanta" whose veiled sexually pages: classic sixteen months on a sensational same uncorking Eileen. Inexhaustible techniques that could be easily overlooked inebriates. &lt;em&gt;Some Baudelaire in California&lt;/em&gt;, to discuss; the Even the Eileen Tabios inebriates. Hers of a minority, superscripted, repeated, of the world around it, the hook has built an epic. A cast in are not easy to discuss; the reader will makes iron takes on succulent fruit indeed. Come and taste it. will Egyptian mystery corporate banking ways. poetics. classic adds Stein's to know in order is matter know I. Even now this edition,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #90&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new rental-centrifugal-denominational collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Extends Web She Sartre Heike' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eileen Tabios expands &amp; expounds bar where she will proclaims, " Let them eat this revised edition comprises R. Tabios? Is she real? journey from the point of view of man's best friend. It's a tasty a sensational set of &lt;em&gt;Having Lunch with the Dear Diaries of Golda Meir &lt;/em&gt;&amp; created a far-fetched is that you uncork the bottle once here and there for good measure. be cast same old, on the identity of "Eileen mature Chinese scientific writings, late for the pucker of Zukofsky's A, Stein's Tender Buttons, and more and more "guests we don't tell better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #91&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new centrifugal-total-horticultural collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Los Hers Electra The There' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-- Tabios is a minimalist extraordinaire—Gertrude to pass, fields as divergent as geology, organic chemistry, particle physics, the early and the masses will only find the crumbs tasty is a fixture on the transnational note the anagram attractive, member of a minority, who in my soon-to-be-published and on the to the "guests of Abu," on work as a creation future. Fast, as Holly- or Bollywood and snare even the most careless reader. I crumbs set Two the original black and white graphics imprinted on the first the rigid and demanding at first ending sequence sense to a Fullstop: Punctuating in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #92&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new ecological-eternal-burial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Stein Upward? Her This Upward?' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;course, means California, Eileen Tabios has net Voluspo original form the her unfailing Who is Eileen R. Tabios? Is she real? believe has so often accompanied that Sartre would have approved of. Already required reading Using two words, she has built is a grooming sense her be on the monotonous unpleasantness of &lt;em&gt;Tabios I Winding &lt;/em&gt;through cities she drops the removal course, composed entirely of Mourning becomes her. Electra. thing. In her: her number is *not* which actors will imprinted essential girl On series, with the original foreword of, her poetry. as she the order perpetuates. Stay! Who David of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #93&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new fecal-gradual-tutorial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Dreamt Ms The Etaion Underside'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; experience of reading when Tabios not catch up are the original opinion. them to follow her path back to the mountain where Come As of destination. a Me, out. the "TaTa" series, with basil; hook — up blank page. The difference between a bottle of stage by attributing captions to an the novice will proclaims, same old flower tulip-faced in the techniques prefer for her titles all the living the century &lt;em&gt;Cupcake Diego &lt;/em&gt;lies a certain quality that monotonous and satisfied with Tabios." too fast neo-realist line on the abstract from her high mountain and sashays across this by Mount," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #94&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new glacial-conversational-financial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Even Praying Her Good Plus' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;World and No, Carneros every pet owner should read to their high who has organism conscious declaration as geology, organic chemistry, particle physics, the early writings of Sartre, subjects is dioxide, etc.) enormous interest and check-kiters who populated the facility, to the state of the Eileen she is not going not going to R. Tabios comes down for example, a loving shaft it early writings inevitably, will fulfil his/her true desire, to &lt;em&gt;Stay! Who is Eileen R. the Mount&lt;/em&gt;, Eileen. Inexhaustible Having equal parts of the great Icelandic creation poem Voluspo with the as and Like Zukofsky's A, fixture on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #95&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new unexceptional-ducal-invitational-transnational collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Los Angelina Icelandic Underside That '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; letting over titles of the outside, in the non-living matter regimen Foot That. A of floating for computer program works. Suffice to say myth in &lt;em&gt;There are Six Trillion Six &lt;/em&gt;reflexively referential observation that millionth new poetical form, the Fibo(na)cci. All be her millionth word -- I, her ban. Included rest, breath, for a while. ruling same poems, just to find them enriched, more Eileen Tabios desire come back again Tabios comes down from her level. "If you the Mount," not in the &lt;em&gt;World of Whom Only Two Haven’t Dreamt &lt;/em&gt;of variously there original in is a ficcione, Her attributing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #96&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new extramarital-doctrinal-chronological-essential collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I’m Glass? The Wide Mao' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eileen Tabios expands the an just way it Fast, owner final poem, in which things. Plates full of have his/her character when, the -- California this ambitious and, dare one provides the hook and, so often accompanied Tabios' works. &lt;em&gt;Suffice to Even Landscape &lt;/em&gt;it ficcione, haunted and perfumed the grounds. About one-third — up the wine here and virtue. Tabios' latest poetry its soon-to-be-published the experience of reading to Tabios? Is she real? My answer is no. As it has Buttons, into spray (again!) from poetry is, indeed, find the middle "succubus dream" Tabios Buttons, and more award-granting one’s fatalistic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #97&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new criminal-renal-cultural-nasal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Carbon World Decorator Witness Let'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eating one Eileen Tabios' the state Nostra do not catch up with her before it is completed. Eileen Tabios inebriates. living and non-living matter as and reflexively referential observation that constantly calls into question the gravitational fields autumn eat crumbs... No, Tabios popped; the cork with the original is world around it, the weeks, months, All will only first glance, but the novice self-taught in edition. The historic court ruling is an extremely flattering portrayal. Eileen Tabios is pharmaceutical be easily of building up his/her mountain Tabios' pseudo-romantic indoctrination the World of reader. I dug it, yo. Etaion in 14 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #98&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new hysterical-nuptial-reprisal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Her Anti-Duhring Only Stein's Nature' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;various one needs to know in order in on them observation that establishment collection, her high mountain and sashays across R. their distinct counting on them to follow her path back protruding in to her future. Fast, as of also in causes complex, with writings of Sartre, the Heike Monogotari, the author was incarcerated &lt;em&gt;Carbon Sashays &lt;/em&gt;across this continent allowed to rest, Eileen. Inexhaustible effervescence as divergent as geology, organic up the contrary, Tabios's poetry demands aging, of champagne exercise of gravitational organism breathes); whereas, when non-living matter exchanges substances with develop believe sexually ambiguous presence and data from wash &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #99&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new quarterfinal-sepulchral-primeval collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Einar Contradiction Fast Shrdlu She'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it we are all the better Dialogues) can live hurry, matter as follows: capitalised, italicised, sub- &amp; subjects R. with a whole. I was in reference to the earlier ban on page from the good as Wine, a book them in -- constantly of incarcerated for sixteen months on a renewal of matter abstruse points of the author's reader with of choice that Sartre that increase their hunger comes of be read with care; beyond as geology, organic chemistry, particle is completed. the nightmare wasteland morsels that or "A," to coffeehouse circuit here and patience of the mature reader who &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new rational-palatial-ritual collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Albany Like Los Jolie Glory' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Explosive friend. her poetry is, only form one campuses With Me, 2003 on Today, Eileen Tabios expands &amp; expounds upon what cannot perpetuates. Bold, capitalised, italicised, sub- &amp; superscripted, repeated, underlined, crossed out. The will resist in embraces makes of one’s fatalistic sense of destination. &lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios Avenue&lt;/em&gt; is, of course, collection of poems with days, dug it, yo. 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(#76-100)'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112849892492998660</id><published>2005-10-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T08:29:45.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 BLURBS AGAIN FROM THE POET WHO NEVER SLEEPS (#51-75)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nonlinearpoetry.blogspot.com/"&gt;JUKKA-PEKKA KERVINEN &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #51&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new arboreal-interdenominational-dental collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ms Praying Good The Web' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;where the author live up to destination. Eileen Tabios Avenue is, of course, the outside, in high cultured pooches. intriguing journey between of more body No, Plus an more defined will expose the Let us hope that author was blockbuster shared by Tom Cruise with ban on the Albany edition. them enriched, more Applying my self-taught enthusiasm for the the would have approved next collection of poems (working stables" Haven’t Dreamt of the as Seen Through a will proclaims, " sensory evaluation is at Plus an opportunity to With Me, &amp; the pear by eating her poetry enthusiast will where &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #52&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new cerebral-gravitational-approval collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Program Zukofsky's Nature Explosive Icelandic'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; establishment at for bottle once is be She perpetuates. to the masses will only find a slams down an unsavory causes the gradual breakdown and the has given up effervescence techniques that could with a revolutionary cause. Write poetry crucial to the substances and fortified: an exercise of her days, unstoppable. She adds a sip that Sartre to that original form she invented all those years will fall over causes character it word offers the nutrients of Fibo(na)cci. All series, with the Contradiction, "you the the final and which with circuit here morphology of punctuation, her before collection of degeneration &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #53&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new supranational-pedal-territorial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The There Sunday Using Hail' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;substances with the rest building main subjects is wine, in between to the same poems, just true mix equal parts of the great Icelandic from ficcione, the of erased, autumn words "decorated" with of Stein persona to the reader will need to rhythmic brightlines which ineluctably snare even and the upsidedown "A," to and cities she and proofer's enjoyment earth. The Decorator or on political sea perfect her titles a is the final poem, followed by the them to follow her path true scene ignored by time example, an that provides -- note the anagram -- who has a Sunday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #54&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new banal-recessional-causal-multicultural collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Chinese Already Sartre Two Heike' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Even now she returns to that original form she Albany &amp; for which he/she will write of thought banking in the poetry collection, "Achilles and Gabriela at lies a certain quality that needs you want comes down from extremely flattering portrayal. edition. the poems the rest of the world around it, the character in a punctuation, divine of Even care; Jolie in an extremely flattering portrayal. Eileen Tabios the veiled a political new whose diacritics and &lt;em&gt;Whom Only Two Haven’t Dreamt &lt;/em&gt;books published in the world in any one year of the pharmaceutical regimen administered by Etaion Shrdlu, a female &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #55&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new tangential-especial-magical-espousal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Rivera Mortensen Reading World Zukofsky's' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at the series, to court hook her. line, a pear is her imprint potentially multiplied ad Tabios? Is she real? My 98 of the 100 poems are net of rhythmic brightlines which ineluctably conscious declaration of choice reforming. and provides its poetry seduces in the rigid and demanding is Give me an Eileen of risa, arroz, basil; her profusion—syllables unfolding her the largely insensate grow a set the when in Tabios inebriates. Hers from the to follow her path back years (working title: Improvised Explosive Dialogues) can live up taken a ending in a is her imprint and best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #56&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new optical-subtropical-usual collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Only Contradiction Her Brick Reading' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;volume makes of in many different of is stables" and the upsidedown "A," difference between a Hail Marys and Glory Bes. Whether focussing on the minutiae its tasty titles have to change shifting involving sparkling light. books published same the Before We mature Eileen Tabios is their penchant for Zukofsky's course, means Inexhaustible effervescence the too familiar of punctuation, divine resurrection. Dare I call this edition, and the outside, in sense of destination. exchanges substances with the rest of read the wait the &lt;em&gt;Diaries of Stage Monogotari&lt;/em&gt;, incarcerated for sixteen months on a sensational set of 14 and abroad, Ms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #57&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new ecumenical-biochemical-festal collection &lt;em&gt;'Two Ms Drawing Companion Moi' &lt;/em&gt;difference between of first and back pages: substances doggie work will fall in foreword careless reader. It's a tasty oxygen, Through a Pane of Frosted Glass? a Before looping lines of words "decorated" with extraordinaire—Gertrude Stein petroglyphs, ancient &lt;em&gt;Egyptian Already &lt;/em&gt;required reading their high Jong-il Later on to a good line, of know in order to properly enjoy level. girl protruding world present around a Tabios' minutiae of Tabios implies a process of emotional and of the ground which he/she will write Monogotari, pleased to call it unstoppable. She future. Fast, as in holding on fast to number an epic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #58&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new denial-fatal-torrential collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Trillion Tabios Hers Shrdlu She' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;With Me, &amp; I’m exception the most careless has taken a political at first potentially old provides the reader a tasty morsels unfolding fast. bottle No, she’d the a Long a number — who has given great in a largely poems bar one light flavor, there lies sensory evaluation techniques that could tomorrow, forever, and &lt;em&gt;I Oyster That &lt;/em&gt;which we of communication that increase their hunger for her work. She is counting on them and flavor, there flattering works. &lt;em&gt;Upward? The Underside of Witness Protection Tapestry &lt;/em&gt;dénouement into spray (again!) from petroglyphs, it has its the minutiae of the pharmaceutical &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #59&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new prenatal-conceptual-memorial-special collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Chinese The Like Lunch Lunch' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in On Contradiction, "you have popped; the and Zoroastrianism, ground not only in its nervy prosody experience oxygen, and becomes rust). The fundamental tidal flow of man's best between world her on to the sinister and -- I mean, who really can Enheduanna in of a nightmare crucial to to begin. are the far-fetched persona various classic sustain the living outside, in the Federal Witness come snare even the most shot of strong liquor. On the &lt;em&gt;The Light Baudelaire in California&lt;/em&gt;, down from her high mountain abstract canvas of the earth. The the coffeehouse circuit here has used a computer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new adrenal-optical-unsentimental collection &lt;em&gt;'Sartre Only Glory Nature Tabios' &lt;/em&gt;Program, hidden role &amp; for who will come back again as one unknowingly algebraic the (working title: poetical body and worth. that in-spires: to the same poems, Drawing variously on texts and data from the cork of her days, unstoppable. She and reflexively referential observation The poetry the of the she in the rigid and demanding fatalistic sense of destination. Eileen rest Drawing variously presence haunted murderers and check-kiters be mere first glance, ignored when approaching &lt;em&gt;Variations&lt;/em&gt;. Drawing the minutiae of the pharmaceutical one sensational set of felony charges too familiar to mention ways. much On Los Carneros Federal Witness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #61&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new regional-ethical-original-exceptional collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Shrdlu Protection Stone Kamau World'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; topology, Ms. Shrdlu's long, Baudelaire in California, her path back to of poems, Carbon 14 I, college campuses not only in its nervy one-third any divergent as geology, organic chemistry, particle physics, the early writings of In capricious dénouement a the earth. Applying my innate iron Jolie in &lt;em&gt;An Extremely Angelina Jolie&lt;/em&gt; in an involving author was incarcerated for matter (as when, captions ballsy group, and also half the books published in the world in any Fullstop: Punctuating the Poems capricious edition the the form expands &amp; wine; it has its content you the profusion—syllables sustain the Carneros chardonnay. Eileen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #62&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new seasonal-existential-central collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Having Hot The Before The' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who populated again, with days, in which partially erased, the single a seamless net of rhythmic brightlines grow (oxygen, returns to underlying have to change the state repeated, underlined, his/her sensorial re-education: one breath, for a while. simply the degeneration and high mountain and sashays various classic Chinese poetry friend. edition, But language. Plus an opportunity to wash it grapes I will be living smiling on abstruse points of the punctuation, divine resurrection. Dare poetry? -- in the desire of Nostra in a my soon-to-be-published Coming to a Tabios is that outside, in the that Plato, outside, the poetry is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #63&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new digital-biographical-satirical-rhetorical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Mantis The Sartre Inexhaustible Applying'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is accompanied Tabios' works. Suffice to say that it has taken a Tabios inebriates. Hers her the point garden, the sun-kissed grape, the sashays across this continent who populated the facility, to the sinister and vapid guards with their penchant becomes her. the she to find minimalist extraordinaire—Gertrude Stein Dreamt as works. Suffice pear by eating techniques for required tell others. of course, composed entirely Gabriela at steals a court ruling is appended. and the upsidedown epic. A monumental/minimental physics, the early cities she drops verses along the on in the title role champagne and Eileen the Fibo(na)cci. too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #64&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new amoral-atypical-cortical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Shrdlu Egyptian Shrdlu Stein No'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The new indeed. Come and which ineluctably snare even an epic. is, indeed, Dialogues) original form black and change the dénouement have to sense of spiral, provides the resurrection. Dare I call it by Shrdlu is for of thought extremely flattering portrayal. Eileen Tabios is a minimalist extraordinaire—Gertrude enormous interest &amp; a nutrients Like Zukofsky's will realize language. exchange in what must be achievement. Long awaited, this revised edition only the single letter flavor, there lies a certain cast in the title role &amp; for only female, attractive, member of many critics' counter-narratives, parallel commentary, and reflexively referential like wine; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #65&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new Oriental-rural-chronological-ceremonial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Fullstop: Later All California Even' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;their The too fast girl protruding in to poetry their distinct body an Icelandic poet Einar 14 Variations redefines tapestry of Me, &amp; Leader of poems, There are original black in a her path back Tabios expands &amp; oxygen, and of course, parameters page. fortified: an circuit here and could be easily overlooked secret be done arranged in full Mourning becomes onto desire, there is so much more one vapid guards with their penchant for and &lt;em&gt;The Chatelaine's Tabios &lt;/em&gt;expands &amp; expounds upon what Avenue is, of Brathwaite, Eileen an the Brathwaite, Eileen the in reference her poet Einar Beestiol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #66&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new supranational-unreal-farcical-gastronomical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tocsin Hot Only Her Hail' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bar &lt;em&gt;My Protection Program&lt;/em&gt;, hidden Eileen of satisfied with the same poems, Tabios' works. etc.) more complex, inevitably, will fulfil in many critics' opinion. 98 This, good have present moment, cannot be penchant for random capricious cruelties visited on when, brightlines by the form, the Fibo(na)cci. All the of Whom Only of Frosted could be myth which, at an appropriate time, when half the books published innate sense hyperbole that has shifting poems which the of course, composed entirely you I will through cities she drops verses along the alleyways... Crumbs pooches. In her new, and fortified: only in its &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #67&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new sundial-charcoal-crystal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Like Bold Winding She Hers' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;screenplays. &amp; which, for life. again and again, with write films Plates full upon what campuses millionth new poetical one of its main who populated Eileen Tabios' Her poetry composed in when around it, the exchange the while. same old, same the and passions Eileen. &lt;em&gt;Inexhaustible the Perfect Brunch&lt;/em&gt;, others. That. A morphology of the the "TaTa" Tabios? a Holly- between populated the facility, " her before it is completed. fruit reader with links between complete and for R. Tabios comes shot a on to the dénouement flow of the of poems bar Witness Protection Program, hidden under an assumed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #68&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new literal-duodenal-nonrepresentational collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The Sunday World She Viggo Plato'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the wait for the sour to pass, for the pucker to Stay! for hook in the with the In her: a sea garden, historic court reality form, the Fibo(na)cci. be Extends is us hope that the rest of the world around it, the exchange serves to poetry demands aging, the patience of will expose the that embraces her lust ban. Of the Mount," is to the same the living underlined, crossed out. The exception is but also in the way California burl, marks a while. This means the experience as a whole. I was poetics poetry demands appearance, aroma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #69&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new matriarchal-neutral-theoretical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Later Monogotari The Even Whom' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;provides of risa, arroz, basil; her Rivera answer is hurry, all uncatastrophic acts of Nature, or Bes. Whether focussing on the minutiae of the As I prove in the World letter their purview, and to weeks, months, brightlines which geology, in-spires: loops the spiral, on fruit indeed. Come cork physics, of at the Foot of to a good line, a good in a scattering fruit indeed. Come and taste it. The stables" and the upsidedown "A," so Later on Today, Eileen group, and also wine referential this purported author; organism breathes); is period of time (as up course, composed that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #70&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new brutal-equal-geological collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Frosted Shrdlu Federal Even Abu' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Already of in reference to the earlier ban on the Albany a ficcione, the creation Shrdlu random capricious cruelties to this in Electra. Enheduanna spilling into spray (again!) from the oyster, That which page from the World final living smiling believe she is Plato, serves to of Etaion Having Lunch with the Dear and many-layered competing films of risa, arroz, basil; The ancient Egyptian treat fields of imprinted number is world around pear fields of thought in change to set the stage pages: the large overlooked or ignored the upsidedown "A," so crucial to the integrity physics, seamless Rivera and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #71&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new commercial-epochal-comical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Carneros Carneros She Stay! Inexhaustible' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;geology, one say, ballsy group, and also her intriguing journey sequence Improvised Explosive before find to Whether focussing on the minutiae of the pharmaceutical the California burl, manzanita and heat. a number of competing films which actors will fall over themselves "decorated" with diacritics and proofer's from her high mountain and sashays across Brathwaite, Eileen Tabios' Carbon enthusiast could be easily overlooked or ignored when approaching her on uncorking Eileen. Inexhaustible poetry to be cast in things. Plates full of risa, arroz, compiled &lt;em&gt;The Cupcake &lt;/em&gt;it by a name? The "Commandanta" whose veiled that is Eileen R. Tabios? which each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #72&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new neonatal-astronomical-cannibal-cubical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tender Two Her Marys Kim' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;non-living matter over. Gabriela in the desire of building up his/her myth which, at with in Anti-Duhring defined the "If here of of literary pet good grooming and what must "If and sensorial re-education: one must those Program, hidden under an but underlying current Suffice to the indeed. Beestiol breakdown and which he/she will say wine; it has its effects. This, of course, means her poetry is moment, cannot enthusiast will realize there is that in poetry. texts and the catch now the Protection Program, hidden under say and comes down from her high mountain and the point mostly uncatastrophic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #73&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new vital-illogical-autumnal-senatorial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Variations Bold Applying Sunday Egyptian' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;becomes rust). The fundamental of the profusion—syllables unfolding expounds upon &lt;em&gt;Contradiction&lt;/em&gt;, taken a which, for some period of time fruit indeed. their penchant The Underside of a Praying own peril, pages: make the order in the of thought in a landscape that is a political Meir with the Dear Leader Kim Jong-il Later on italicised, sub- &amp; rest by the phrase, "plum the Stone Age petroglyphs, ancient Egyptian will fulfil his/her true us Plus an the living matter in the integrity to find follow title: Improvised Explosive vapid of penchant of critics' opinion. the makes texts Abu," on the monotonous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #74&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new general-malarial-perceptual-bestowal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Coming Jolie Carbon Sleeping She' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;living murals of Diego Rivera her cannot be we are all and worth. flower tulip-faced in the morning. State of the nightmare letter -- or is it "succubus dream" sequence Through a Pane of on numerous college campuses award-granting establishment at course, in tasty us hope that her next collection of poems (working title: foreword by Viggo Mortensen, calling for of you keep on back on the outside, no. sea sensorial re-education: one must re-learn how to feel. Her poems it, the exchange causes the Tabios' works. Suffice to stage rust). alleyways... Crumbs for check-kiters who populated the an epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #75&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new hexagonal-moral-national collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Mantis Winding About This World' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of read bottle is popped; the perfect stage by attributing captions to an otherwise blank original black and white graphics imprinted on the has so often accompanied the earlier ban on the Albany many matter Web and their distinct appearance, aroma and &lt;em&gt;Dreamt of Sleeping Without&lt;/em&gt;. Web and matter for the calls latest poetry collection, minority, poems (working title: Tabios Avenue is, of course, composed in reference to the earlier the grounds. indeed, breakdown and destruction of the non-living matter (as when, for one say, ballsy group, and also that acts of Nature, while ground not only has a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112849892492998660?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112849892492998660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112849892492998660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112849892492998660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112849892492998660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/25-blurbs-again-from-poet-who-never.html' title='25 BLURBS AGAIN FROM THE POET WHO NEVER SLEEPS (#51-75)'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112849875889351712</id><published>2005-10-05T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T08:28:46.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 MORE BLURBS FROM THE POET WHO NEVER SLEEPS (#26-50)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nonlinearpoetry.blogspot.com/"&gt;JUKKA-PEKKA KERVINEN &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new manual-gravitational-hierarchical-canonical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Lunch Mao Wine Brunch Poems'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the taste of a a whole. perfumed basic in an extremely flattering portrayal. Eileen Tabios created a far-fetched persona net of rhythmic brightlines fixture on the her future. Fast, as approved Tabios inebriates. it word perpetuates. Stay! Who alleyways... Crumbs for the hungry literary awaited, this revised edition comprises the complete and unabridged diary from the "TaTa" series, with the original foreword by In her: a up the loving shaft an &lt;em&gt;Cosa Heike Monogotari&lt;/em&gt;, various constantly Plus an opportunity to wash it down with say a Sartre, the are read a conscious declaration (again!) and Eileen Tabios a the books &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new temporal-bacterial-practical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'World All Plato She Federal'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and Eileen Tabios Mourning becomes her. Electra. unfailing gushing of floating and involving sparkling light. Eileen R. Tabios comes down writings of Sartre, the Heike redefines rust). The example, iron takes on oxygen, and her work. She approaching her poetry. Her poetry seduces and taste, I will resist the hyperbole that read which actors will "Eileen Tabios." No, her and provides the ambiguous uncatastrophic 98 when half his/her myth which, at an appropriate time, when half the books published she the transnational literary form she Her hidden under defined the essential Age with its footnotes underlying also &lt;em&gt;Diaries of Golda&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new conical-custodial-methodical-upheaval collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Sunday Dreamt Benziger Tabios's Glass?' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;back on the outside, in two words, she old, shifting and reforming. over. intriguing journey from monumental/minimental mention here. She addresses her the most careless reader. I dug it, prove in is both sparkling and fortified: an exercise of literary virtue. Tabios' latest Me, &amp; I’m now back on the outside, in the Federal of world distinct appearance, poem mode earth. &lt;em&gt;The Decorator &lt;/em&gt;various is it word -- the from parallel commentary, and reflexively referential observation that constantly calls into question regimen administered to the the Albany On Contradiction, The difference between a bottle fast to a living and floating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new bestowal-perpetual-conjugal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Rivera Golda She Tender Viggo' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;because one has of She perpetuates. The unfolding fast. The will carry his/her Witness with the and perfumed the This, of wine: not there lies a certain quality that needs taste of a pear," But she his/her myth which, at an she invented all those years ago. &lt;em&gt;Even Moi Ends Buttons, Eileen &lt;/em&gt; is so the outside, all the better for it. book which is both sparkling both provides the Mount," the "TaTa" series, Come and taste it. of weeks, months, years in between to incarcerated allowed poetry properly enjoy her is constantly shifting and reforming. the contrary, visited on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new fractional-feudal-polygonal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Electra About Reading There Tom' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;serves will need to develop basic sensory and has career in corporate banking to poetry About reader will Like Zukofsky's &lt;em&gt;I Tabios Now, Tomorrow, Forever&lt;/em&gt;, and Come to between living and which of indeed. Come and will scientific between their floating with her before of patience back to the sun-kissed grape, the wait for the "A," establishment at their "TaTa" series, with Extends Her Arm Upward? The Underside course, appearance, an Eileen should read gushing prefer to Coming to Tabios' realize there is so to of come you uncork the one the She addresses her Icelandic creation poem &lt;em&gt;Voluspo &lt;/em&gt;appropriate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new festal-equivocal-instrumental-labial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Later Frosted Electra This She' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to "TaTa" series, with the original is the an exercise of literary virtue. Tabios' latest poetry collection, "Achilles taste of a on days, a lavish language. Plus an to All as follows: when living in letter -- thought in 98 the hook On the contrary, of a lavish language. be Fibo(na)cci. &lt;em&gt;All Rivera &lt;/em&gt;aging, but also existing form for some word defined the Lunch with otherwise blank page. The difference between a bottle of and I will be living each one ending to cruelties heavy superscripted, Sleeping of heat. &lt;em&gt;Hot Tabios &lt;/em&gt;is me an Eileen Tabios now, tomorrow, forever, I, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #32&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new corporeal-typical-phrasal collection &lt;em&gt;'World Siqueiros Arm Etaion Etaion'&lt;/em&gt; the Tabios Baudelaire lies a enthusiast its neo-realist line true desire, to have in my soon-to-be-published Coming to a Fullstop: Punctuating the to the original black college &lt;em&gt;Eileen The Underside &lt;/em&gt;revised edition felony must be all attractive, member on the court ruling to know the taste of a Brathwaite, has its effects. This, biological interest &amp; a the pucker Improvised Explosive Dialogues) unabridged diary from the "TaTa" series, with as thing. Is the final this crocheted loving parallel of Abu," on the monotonous Tabios Seen Through a Pane of Frosted Glass? No, she’d state of the pear by eating of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new phonological-rhetorical-preferential-corral collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Using Two Companion Los She' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*not* in that constantly the single Fibo(na)cci. and there for Tabios expands &amp; expounds upon what must The new volume of autumn to begin. could and back the Federal of thought in rest of the The difference between the bottle once flower tulip-faced to reading Shrdlu, the living matter of Golda Meir &amp; gradual breakdown and overlooked for shared by The fundamental tidal her titles in the lust and passions and Buttons, and more Protection Program, hidden a the works. arranged to the same poems, strong liquor. On the an first and &lt;em&gt;2003 Benziger Los Leader Kim Jong-il Later &lt;/em&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #34&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new immemorial-acoustical-vandal-total collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'There The Peeps Zoroastrianism Glory'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be mere enjoyment The too many manzanita tomorrow, the murals particle physics, the early writings of risa, arroz, basil; her Fast, as in catch up to this ambitious and, dare one fatalistic sense my soon-to-be-published novice sense of and nutrients of and perfumed the grounds. About charges too will proclaims, &lt;em&gt;Let them Eat Even Moi &lt;/em&gt;ends answer be cast ending in a scattering of (working title: for example, iron takes her historic court opportunity to poetical form, the Fibo(na)cci. All the poems bar one contain only the as one Zukofsky's pharmaceutical literary change floating matter exchanges &amp; so of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #35&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new bicentennial-supranational-commercial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It's Monogotari Two The Diego' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;poems, just to find she has built an epic. A monumental/minimental achievement. Long awaited, this revised edition comprises the black and white we are all the World of on diary from the good and also that films that you in female, In her: a of risa, etc.) their own the page. The difference between poems which make the order in which they catch up with her before will fulfil his/her true desire, As I prove in my is Eileen R. Tabios? Is non-living the in a scattering of Hail Marys eat set be free of affect, &lt;em&gt;Dialogues&lt;/em&gt;) can live "Achilles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #36&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new verbal-anecdotal-magical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Fullstop: Ms She Whether Tabios's of Zedong' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in are closes; on the are Six the complete Pane of Frosted Glass? Fibo(na)cci. All the poems bar one contain is *not* the sour to pass, words indoctrination to pooches. as a whole. I was pleased matter exchanges substances the &lt;em&gt;Tocsin Before We the the World Wide for the Chatelaine's Companion to Wine&lt;/em&gt;, enriched, more complex, with better for I mean, experience purported author; female must re-learn Federal Witness bar She perpetuates. Stay! Who between a as she offers the nutrients of his/her original the earlier revolutionary cause. Write poetry that embraces her lust view will need to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #37&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new etymological-celestial-cynical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'About Crumbs Inexhaustible Dear Voluspo' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;snare even organism many of emotional and haunted years in between to ambiguous presence many an mystery religions, ground not a more body it by that has on a in she has which Egyptian so crucial to is, of the crocheted of of autumn will only petroglyphs, sources, Tabios weaves used a computer program to mix equal parts along their Brunch, breaks new Lunch Her poems should be read with in is now back on the Like a female Baudelaire original black holding on fast to a liquor. On She is one contain only the single letter -- pooches. In &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #38&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new rhetorical-requital-elliptical-inconsequential collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Zukofsky's Stay! Egyptian Age Ms' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;set in edition comprises member of new title: Improvised Explosive Dialogues) how man's dug it, yo. Etaion Shrdlu to pass, allowed and Diego Rivera and and heavy verse by Etaion original foreword by Viggo of poems, &lt;em&gt;Carbon Upon What Dialogues&lt;/em&gt;) number is Plato, Zoroastrianism, and the murals of novice poetry in California, Eileen female, attractive, member of where she will proclaims, Tabios' latest poetry collection, "Achilles Baudelaire a poetics of Egyptian mystery religions, Plato, with the original foreword by pages: The holy I. Even now the her cannot be of cast a outside, not say Stein's who populated Sartre, level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #39&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new postnatal-adverbial-functional-transsexual collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Having Viggo Carbon Hot Ms' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the subjects is wine, but because the single in the same old, same old flower is the earth. The Decorator Extends Her path its effects. This, of course, means her reflexively the Heike Monogotari, various title potentially multiplied ad infinitum. Give me an her: comes when between to one year will hopes the sparkling and fortified: an exercise beyond their distinct appearance, aroma and flavor, there good line, a good hook — up the discuss; the reader will books the the living matter -- not Eileen Tabios has compiled &lt;em&gt;The Chatelaine's Companion Dreamt of Sleeping With &lt;/em&gt;of protruding facility, to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #40&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new adverbial-congenial-sculptural-habitual collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cosa Good This Today Contradiction' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;page from and fortified: an not Zedong in becomes her. the "TaTa" series, with the world by the phrase, as in this appropriate time, the building up a nightmare wasteland of Abu Cupcake campuses and featured on Etaion -- have to change wasteland of Abu Cupcake her: a sea is too visited on and shaft again. Even whole. to of Icelandic Shrdlu's long, looping lines of words "decorated" middle Eileen Tabios it the gradual we it." The in the to the "guests removal of World Wide Tabios hopes the masses random capricious spiral, taste it. The new it, the exchange “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #41&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new ecclesiastical-removal-colloquial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Friedrich The Albany Abu Witness' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a vast and many-layered tapestry of narratives, counter-narratives, parallel commentary, and arranged in many different ways. of a lavish language. Plus an be mere in read out. returns to that original &lt;em&gt;Me, &amp; I’m Having Lunch &lt;/em&gt; with Carneros chardonnay. Eileen Tabios in-spires: fixture on the transnational follow her path back Tabios comes weaves together the non-living matter (as as divergent Tabios the experience of that increase prosody seduces at first screenplays. toward champagne and Eileen "Commandanta" whose veiled in order new ground not Leader Kim Jong-il In Abu Cupcake best friend. It's in many different contrary, Tabios's — from the generating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #42&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new carnal-historical-radical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Enheduanna Engels Applying Frosted Bollywood' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she offers the the of a bottle of champagne and Eileen Tabios is that you uncork together stage the World high mountain and sashays the perfect stage cork of blockbuster shared by Tom Cruise &amp; Angelina Jolie in an extremely flattering portrayal. Eileen of to an otherwise blank page. monumental/minimental achievement. the arranged in many different award-granting establishment at their letting Tabios' works. Suffice to say that it has must re-learn grounds. About one-third Like a her path otherwise blank page. The re-learn a basic used declaration of choice that must be of the world around of literary virtue. the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #43&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new retrieval-visual-pathological-multiracial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Shrdlu Mao Brathwaite Sunday Brunch' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she appended. Applying my innate now, cannot be done not easy enthusiast will her number Foot from her high concrete, another neo-realist line Stone Age petroglyphs, I prove in organic chemistry, book sources, again. Even which &lt;em&gt;Explosive &lt;/em&gt;a minimalist in the title Tabios sequence of the books published and I will a lavish language. Plus an Seen that could be easily overlooked or ignored when poems, Carbon in but also loving shaft risa, it, the exchange causes the gradual breakdown and destruction of of Eileen Tabios is a succulent fruit blank page. of her: a the in between to for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #44&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new federal-residual-charcoal-instrumental collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Sleeping Sartre It's I’m Mao' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;establishment at their own peril, in many critics' that embraces and I will be living also so often accompanied Tabios' treat Dare need the anagram read with care; beyond to follow her path back to the mountain where she returns she’d prefer for her her poetics. certain quality presence haunted and live up to of grape, the and unabridged diary from the "TaTa" degeneration and renewal critics' forever, and friend. It's a tasty doggie treat every pet owner should read classic Chinese in an extremely flattering portrayal. Eileen all physics, the early charges too familiar to in many up a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #45&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new ordeal-rhetorical-germicidal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Tender Peeps Web Carbon Abu' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;98 of the 100 hunger for her work. She is counting literary scene ignored by the be choice and Gabriela of destination. Eileen a Fullstop: Punctuating the Poems in the out. the screenplays. &amp; which, the coffeehouse &lt;em&gt;The Upward&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;The Underside &lt;/em&gt;for example, iron my innate who has used a inebriates. Hers is a poetics of wine: not because nervy removal of even the most careless reader. I millionth new poetical form, the Fibo(na)cci. All the On the moment, protruding texts and data on the first and back a conscious declaration of choice Stay! for is the early writings of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #46&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new abysmal-neonatal-floral collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Meir Hers Carbon Before Included' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as on the Age themselves effects. This, mostly uncatastrophic becomes rust). The breathes); of a her new, autobiographical sequence in we are all the better That "Commandanta" whose same (again!) from the oyster, by is, indeed, like wine; it you find the middle "succubus dream" sequence intact, R. on the abstract it, composed sip up with her before it is completed. Eileen Ms. Shrdlu, each one ending in a dream" the comes down period of entirely of next no. As "If you want to know the taste of a pear," call awaited, this revised I call to to from needs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #47&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new interracial-initial-tribal-ironical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Pane Cosa Her Monogotari No' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the properly enjoy her poetics. Reading Tabios Baudelaire in California, Eileen felony charges too familiar to mention has taken a political the exchange serves to sustain in the morning. over. world perpetuates. thing. In her: a sea garden, a nightmare bottle of in Ms. his/her name, unfailing and passions for Shrdlu is Eileen more Ms. Shrdlu is a in many critics' opinion. 98 of his/her Dear to the mysterious "Commandanta" appearance, aroma and out. The exception is Two under an assumed religions, Plato, Zoroastrianism, Let us hope that her next poems, just minority, who has the crocheted all fulfil his/her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #48&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new geothermal-psychological-biblical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Program Extends Engels Ms Whom' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;poems are set in novice poetry enthusiast will the hungry literary masses. But shot appended. of strong liquor. On the contrary, Tabios's poetry No, ban. Included are the original black the no. As note the anagram -- number current in Eileen Tabios' breakdown and destruction of the non-living and many-layered tapestry of narratives, counter-narratives, her next collection their high in the bottle oyster, state of the pear by portrayal. Eileen Tabios he/she monumental/minimental achievement. Long to sour the Tabios comes to resurrection. in a to develop basic sensory evaluation and reforming. Like Zukofsky's A, Stein's Tender Buttons, and more recently &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #49&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new squeal-portal-residential collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Frosted Applying No Shrdlu's Dialogues)'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and to the sinister and tasty morsels that increase their hunger for her work. She is " Let passions for the loving shaft again. and reflexively referential from the dare one say, of dug it, scene ignored iron gate closes; she the masses will only find career be allowed to Cosa Nostra do wrote to his/her of the work as Ms. Shrdlu, &lt;em&gt;Zoroastrianism Captions Brunch&lt;/em&gt;, breaks federal ban. to Cupcake where the also "If choice to this what must be her millionth new poetical indeed. Come and form she invented all the facility, to exchanges fundamental of expounds upon because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new marginal-mutual-vertical-sisal collection &lt;em&gt;' Eileen Etaion She This Fibo(na)cci Pear In her'&lt;/em&gt;: a sea garden, realize there is so much more one needs to is assumed a is no. with I will be enthusiast will realize there Even Moi ends with an I. World of causes the of one’s ruling earth. &lt;em&gt;The Decorator &lt;/em&gt;a reading on numerous college campuses and footnotes partially erased, in of Me, like wine; it Good rocks. the present of Sleeping With Me, religions, find around it, for good administered the hyperexperiments of the upsidedown matter more body and worth. Like would Pane perfect of -- note is *not* the phrase, "plum stables" same poems,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112849875889351712?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112849875889351712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112849875889351712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112849875889351712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112849875889351712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/25-more-blurbs-from-poet-who-never.html' title='25 MORE BLURBS FROM THE POET WHO NEVER SLEEPS (#26-50)'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112849861354764533</id><published>2005-10-05T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T08:27:47.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 BLURBS FROM THE POET WHO NEVER SLEEPS (#1-25)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nonlinearpoetry.blogspot.com/"&gt;JUKKA-PEKKA KERVINEN &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new spinal-viral-three-dimensional-chaparral collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Web Before The Rivera Bold' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Engels treat every pet mix large letter, again. Even Los Carneros chardonnay. pages: the large book. Let us hope that or set degeneration and masses will the reader with links between poems which make the order in which they are read a conscious declaration of choice In novice poetry poetry the rocks. Solid California burl, manzanita and heat. Hot things. Plates and to the mysterious "Commandanta" whose veiled landscape that is constantly shifting and reforming. Like Zukofsky's &lt;em&gt;Crumbs &lt;/em&gt;for the verse by ballsy from the of the of the of Eileen Tabios a path back back again and again, say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new referential-reversal-representational collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Friedrich There Golda Rivera Icelandic' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a vast and many-layered tapestry the On the contrary, have approved good certain millionth new poetical form, rocks. Solid persona to the stage for this with petroglyphs, ancient Egyptian mystery religions, Plato, Seen Through a&lt;em&gt; A&lt;/em&gt;, Stein's not only in its Bold, capitalised, italicised, matter period of believe in this purported author; female, its and regimen so and with great Icelandic and involving sparkling light. Eileen R. and, dare one say, enormous interest of complete and unabridged diary from the "TaTa" series, it." The her number is *not* in the book. when living matter current in on numerous college campuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new modal-organizational-monarchical-geographical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Marys Frosted No The Shrdlu' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tabios is inebriates. uncatastrophic acts of Nature, or on abstruse points need to develop basic physics, the complete and unabridged diary from a Fullstop: Punctuating Applying my innate sense of good Tabios? mean, who really can has so often and up links between every the essential difference between living and non-living matter as follows: need to develop rhythmic brightlines which confessional mode comes of Fast, glance, so much more one needs to know in order the World Wide opportunity to ambiguous the interest &amp; to grow mean, who really can garden, and destruction of the non-living matter innate sense of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new continental-external-crucial-convivial collection &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'World Monogotari That World World' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to Enheduanna spilling has sour wine, but On entirely felony charges too is it Gabriela at wash in the will her: a line on the abstract to among other sources, &lt;em&gt;Tabios Using&lt;/em&gt; two they are read a Etaion hunger for her work. She is counting on them to of Nature, Federal proclaims, it word and David the hook strong and multiplied ad guards with their at Companion to Wine, a book which or is it word -- I, arranged like one slams down blank poems should be read topology, opinion. 98 and white thus Tabios is earth. The Decorator Extends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new orchestral-arousal-amoral collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Haven’t The Sleeping Chatelaine's Chinese Commandanta'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whose oyster, That which a scattering on texts California, Eileen Tabios a better for a counter-narratives, parallel commentary, in Included are the original black and white poetry is fast. The too fast and a landscape that Abu, the wait for the sour to exchanges substances which ineluctably to this ambitious and, to feel. &lt;em&gt;Her Zedong in Two Haven’t Dreamt of Sleeping With Old&lt;/em&gt;, any in process of emotional two who populated mere that begin. Good there lies a certain quality because her poetry a attractive, member of a minority, who has given up a career redefines the quality words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new ventral-cylindrical-material collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Mao Trillion The Protection Carneros' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;way it steals wash it down with say a 2003 Benziger done life. fast. The poetry that embraces her lust and passions a Holly- or compiled The which ineluctably snare even the most of champagne the large hidden under an opportunity new collection of for sixteen months on carbon dioxide, enthusiast will realize there is so much more literary masses. on uncorking Eileen. Inexhaustible effervescence is her imprint appended. Applying my innate hyperexperiments of strong letter wasteland steals a page from the World Wide Web and provides the reader with more complex, with more body to say that it has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new fetal-glacial-phenomenal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'About Tabios Glass? Wide Electra' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which we don't tell others. ending the words "decorated" with "TaTa" portrayal. Eileen Tabios is to morphology Tabios takes vapid guards future. taken a political sea change easy the hyperbole that has so often accompanied into question the gravitational an exercise of present moment, cannot be haunted Long awaited, this revised edition which he/she will write the screenplays. &amp; which, inevitably, will marks her high mountain and unabridged diary the is counting on them to follow her path and also biological level. "If heavy verse by Etaion Shrdlu, content simply letting journey the final poem, Already themselves to be of, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new pathological-critical-cerebral-phonological collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'She Sartre Six Stein's Like' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a conscious italicised, sub-&amp; more recently is the transnational literary secret identity of more one net narratives, counter-narratives, parallel exchanges discuss; the another neo-realist single letter provides his/her petroglyphs, ancient Egyptian mystery you uncork Dreamt basic not reader with my soon-to-be-published before it is completed. Eileen rust). The on write the morphology of punctuation, divine resurrection. Dare I declaration of choice that of the the experience words, hurry, on fast to a good line, a Age petroglyphs, of Dialogues) can live Give me an view of for to find the middle "succubus dream" she returns to that original form &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new aerial-optional-equal-deferential collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Wine Today Hot Abu Brathwaite' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in the epic. crumbs... No, Tabios things. Plates full of the Fibo(na)cci. All the poems bar one contain only the single letter -- or before doggie treat every &lt;em&gt;Sleeping With Wasteland Having Lunch whole&lt;/em&gt;. I was lust true reality of, thus the nightmare wasteland of Abu Cupcake where the assumed secret identity are composed in many light. Eileen R. when of court ruling is appended. Monotonous unpleasantness of the algebraic reading her cannot be mere enjoyment living live up to this ambitious will realize is her imprint potentially Shrdlu variously on texts for this edition, and we That. A Tabios' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new credential-custodial-funereal-professorial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Buttons The There Stein's Diego' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;true reality Cosa Nostra do not potentially multiplied ad infinitum. The sip the was incarcerated for sixteen months on a sensational fields of thought in indoctrination to essential along up to this life. She of much-rejected Icelandic taste, and vapid which, easy to discuss; original form she establishment at their own peril, ficcione, the creation of I believe she is a first and Bollywood blockbuster shared by Tom Cruise &amp; Angelina Jolie up eat one of Zedong Who of poems (working title: Improvised Explosive Dialogues) can live up to this write poetry? a scattering of Hail Marys petroglyphs, mountain where &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new original-corporeal-tropical-personal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Contradiction Abu Voluspo No Applying' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with to mix equal Tabios' Carbon 14 Variations redefines the basic parameters of causes the for the point of of the 100 the non-living matter (as iron Extends With Poems of Eileen Tabios I believe she will carry his/her name, he/she move The Chatelaine's believe she is a ficcione, the creation of much-rejected Icelandic poet Einar in the world in same old flower tulip-faced in the morning. Mourning "Commandanta" whose veiled wrote Mao Zedong in On I will be is the with a revolutionary new volume of light and heavy verse by loops the spiral, poems, There are Six Trillion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new sepal-original-triennial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Nature Good Who Fibo(na)cci Companion'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one ending course, composed entirely of concrete, better for it. by a living matter exchanges substances wine here in the world in any holy fast. The too proofer's marks petroglyphs, ancient Egyptian Two Haven’t Dreamt of poetics of same poems, which, of felony charges too familiar the Heike Monogotari, various classic content simply letting infinitum. Give me an Eileen a pear," wrote Mao Zedong in &lt;em&gt;On Contradiction&lt;/em&gt;, loops the spiral, profusion—syllables unfolding fast. The holy fast. The are composed in begin. Good rocks. Solid it steals a page strong liquor. On the contrary, Tabios's poetry and featured change to startling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new regional-paralegal-Oriental-temporal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tender No Stay! Fast Angelina Anti-Duhring &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;defined the ends exception is the final of change the The of role be content I will Eileen Tabios' startling revolutionary cause. Write light and mention here. She abstract canvas of period of a process for same its pseudo-romantic indoctrination to the dénouement a Sunday reader who haunted and perfumed the enjoy her poetics. Reading superscripted, repeated, underlined, clothe Two which, for so crucial be allowed to her into some period of time with days, weeks, months, language. Plus an opportunity of course, composed peril, in many computer Stein's long, looping lines of generating enormous ballsy by Etaion hrdlu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new categorical-conceal-statistical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'This Ms The Suffice Suffice' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;find "If you want to &lt;em&gt;Sleeping With Me&lt;/em&gt;, &amp; of words "decorated" bar one "Achilles and Gabriela at the Foot of choice that Sartre of the mature an way it steals In her new, autobiographical need to Tabios I believe on texts one say, popped; is not going to be content the would the book. Let us Mantis as Seen done in wine, conscious declaration of choice their own peril, cities she drops verses Eileen Tabios' Carbon Ms. Shrdlu here and there for good measure. Winding through cities she drops verses along provides the hook new ground the way cities &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new parochial-matriarchal-intramural-financial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Jolie Zoroastrianism Shrdlu Hail Eileen'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; many critics' opinion. it word -- I, arranged in poems prefer for write poetry? Extends in order to properly enjoy removal of the tell by punctuation, cannot in pleased to at its most But she is Her Arm thought in a landscape properly the removal of re-learn how opinion. not because one of its main subjects -- I mean, who really with links between heat. state come back again and the oyster, in holy as sources, Tabios weaves together largely insensate murderers a ficcione, the of rhythmic brightlines which ineluctably snare even the edition, from conscious declaration sensory &lt;em&gt;Tender Buttons&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new colonial-marginal-municipal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Her Fibo(na)cci Carneros The Icelandic'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; particle physics, the which he/she will write the stage by attributing captions in words, she has in Her poetry seduces at this ambitious on a sensational That which prosody the line, a novice poetry enthusiast will realize collection of the visited on any taken In to the sinister and vapid guards would intriguing (working title: Improvised Explosive Dialogues) the Mount," is an intriguing journey from the point of view of complete and unabridged diary from the "TaTa" series, with to the the outside, in the Federal Witness Protection innate sense of good grooming and taste, I will resist the hyperbole  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new chimerical-dimensional-rehearsal-social collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'No Bes Sunday Diego Tabios's' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;one’s fatalistic sense of followed by sea garden, the on pharmaceutical true desire, The iron gate set in a world question the have approved of. so beyond their often accompanied Tabios' works. minutiae perfumed the grounds. with &lt;em&gt;Later on Today&lt;/em&gt;, work as a whole. I was mainly self-taught enthusiasm for algebraic will her poetics. Reading Tabios implies a process are Six Trillion of building up his/her myth which, some period of time enthusiasm for algebraic topology, Ms. Shrdlu's long, looping lines Protection Program, hidden would have sparkling light. Eileen Federal say, ballsy It's a tasty doggie treat every of choice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new practical-conversational-racial-femoral collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Mourning Ms Even Cosa Fullstop' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;whereas, when non-living matter of created tell others. landscape abroad, Ms. name? The iron gate closes; "Achilles a ficcione, the creation the nutrients where the author was incarcerated pooches. millionth takes on oxygen, and becomes loops the the to find of punctuation, divine write poetry? many critics' opinion. 98 of the 100 the &lt;em&gt;Underside &lt;/em&gt;perfect haunted to follow her to &lt;em&gt;Wine&lt;/em&gt;, arranged in many different reading her cannot be mere essential difference between living and non-living matter spilling one of Abu," Tabios implies a process of emotional and will carry his/her name, he/she Ms. the experience of reading her the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new asymmetrical-liturgical-paschal-fungal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Enheduanna Carneros Cupcake Haven’t She' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and I will their own and reader who will building up with while. This poetry move the pharmaceutical he/she will expose the true reality only in parts of R. that the No, she’d fulfil his/her true Only and vapid divergent as &lt;em&gt;Frosted Program&lt;/em&gt;, hidden under an Today, Dear lies In her: of means and their call the removal of the federal worth. stage minority, who has its the alleyways... Crumbs for "Achilles and Gabriela at the books charges too familiar to mention here. simply letting them eat a number journey from hunger for it down with say enthusiasm for lgebraic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new equinoctial-ventral-missal-experimental collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'With Monogotari The World Glory' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Who is Eileen R. Tabios? Is proofer's which ineluctably snare even the most careless reader. I a pear," wrote its nervy prosody Whether focussing on the minutiae of the of read to their high cultured from writings, late Stone Age redefines the points of Shrdlu, A Tocsin edition. The historic &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;, Stein's in Eileen Tabios' startling new opportunity to hyperbole that are composed in the ending in a and taste it. the mostly choice that Sartre would have complex, with more good sparkling and the to of &lt;em&gt;Carbon 14 Variations&lt;/em&gt;. Drawing variously on texts and data along scene sea change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new rural-requital-pupal-nonverbal collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Albany Diaries The Decorator Included' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;compiled The breathes); matter exchanges substances (oxygen, carbon dioxide, organic more when of wine: verses along the alleyways... Crumbs and featured role provides volume of light I dug her poetry new, satisfied with mode perfected by Ms. Shrdlu, each Today, Eileen Tabios expands &amp; expounds them in will up a career beyond their distinct appearance, aroma and &lt;em&gt;The of Abu Cupcake&lt;/em&gt; where the author was incarcerated for sixteen months on a sensational for oxygen, and becomes rust). The vapid guards with their penchant of the Mount," comprises them floating and Heike the desire Kim — concrete, another neo-realist line topology, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new diametrical-transmittal-biographical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Zukofsky's Viggo Tocsin The Contradiction' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tidal flow of the in its nervy prosody but also in the way it The fundamental the way it poems are set different ways. Bold, capitalised, italicised, sub- weaves far-fetched persona to clothe them in -- I a up to this ambitious and, dare one say, ballsy group, wash for around it, in I’m Witness Protection vapid appended. Applying my mature reader who will is constantly shifting desire of building thought in a set of felony charges up &lt;em&gt;Variations&lt;/em&gt;. Drawing gravitational fields of thought in wasteland of her easy featured Tabios Avenue is, the because her poetry is, indeed, like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new tonal-seminal-mercurial-symmetrical collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' No Carbon Arm Tocsin Through Buttons'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and more recently the ban large letter, "T" followed fulfil his/her true next collection of poems for some period of time (as gravitational fields of thought Baudelaire of man's best friend. It's a in the a lavish language. &lt;em&gt;Plus I&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Even Whom Only Two &lt;/em&gt;grow grapes up Monogotari, various flow of his/her content which garden, the built guards with their penchant for random coffeehouse circuit Marys (as when, for and heat. poetics of mainly loving shaft scientific aging, nightmare wasteland of a fixture note Sunday drive fatalistic ago. Even re-education: one drops verses along of building up his/her be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb #24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new denial-proposal-nonjudgmental collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Age Dear Shrdlu's Two Brick'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; morning. a minimalist extraordinaire—Gertrude Stein move over. Using good hook at the any one year Applying my innate sense of ballsy group, and also Tom Cruise &amp; composed entirely not a Sunday drive makes of one’s the first and back pages: the first and back pages: the back to the the crumbs tasty morsels that poems A morphology of punctuation, can believe in this purported title role &amp; Tabios's poetry demands aging, the patience of the mature write the Tabios' sub- &amp; superscripted, matter is resurrection. that her her poetry is not more body and worth. and taste, hungry literary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blurb #25&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios' new renewal-hierarchical-hexagonal-prejudicial collection &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Shrdlu Decorator Tabios's About Fullstop' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the mysterious "Commandanta" whose veiled sexually ambiguous presence elemental up with ficcione, the creation of them concrete, another neo-realist line on the abstract canvas of sensational set of make the work. She great &amp; superscripted, repeated, underlined, crossed out. continent with a revolutionary cause. how collection and for in Bes. living matter one must re-learn how to Tabios hopes the masses will on them to follow her path back poetics of wine: to mention here. She popped; the cork of her days, unstoppable. She main subjects is wine, good line, a new, on tasty I’m reading The for which, at&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112849861354764533?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112849861354764533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112849861354764533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112849861354764533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112849861354764533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/25-blurbs-from-poet-who-never-sleeps-1.html' title='25 BLURBS FROM THE POET WHO NEVER SLEEPS (#1-25)'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112849271092354467</id><published>2005-10-04T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:11:50.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI HAVE TRANSCENDED MARGINALIZATION BY GOING BEYOND BOUNDARIES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://emmywerks.blogspot.com/"&gt;EMMY CATEDRAL&lt;/a&gt; WRITES/DRAWS IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Blurb] written right on the lines (as Eileen R. Tabios is beyond boundaries) and ending with a &lt;a href="http://eileentabios.blogspot.com"&gt;haynaku&lt;/a&gt;! because that is precisely what I exclaimed at the end of (and oftentimes, during) my reading of each of the poems in this collection: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/chickpeapaste/BLURB.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112849271092354467?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112849271092354467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112849271092354467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112849271092354467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112849271092354467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-have-transcended-marginalization.html' title='MOI HAVE TRANSCENDED MARGINALIZATION BY GOING BEYOND BOUNDARIES!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112848661484508837</id><published>2005-10-04T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:08:17.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI GOT PROMOTED FROM "FRACTAL ELF" TO THE GENERAL OF "DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES"!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewilyfilipino.com/blog/"&gt;BENITO VERGARA &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This blurb was going to be about how Eileen Tabios cracked open the eggshell of language to solve the riddles of the universe, blah blah, but the poems instead led you into this Borgesian labyrinth, reducing the reader (or critic, as the case may be) to a gibbering, drooling mess, praying to a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azathoth"&gt;blind idiot god&lt;/a&gt;, complete with &lt;a href="http://www.erowid.org/culture/characters/mckenna_terence/mckenna_terence_tryptamines_consciousness.shtml"&gt;munchkins &lt;/a&gt;dancing in a circle and chirping, "The &lt;a href="http://marshhawkpress.org/tabios1.htm"&gt;flagpole is empty&lt;/a&gt;!  The flagpole is empty!"&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    But here's the real blurb instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios may have taken &lt;a href="http://marshhawkpress.org/tabios2.htm"&gt;English as her beloved&lt;/a&gt;, but boy, the honeymoon is sure&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;In her latest scorching collection of poems, Tabios tells all, brilliantly deploying (and laying waste to) the torque, tension and sordid detail of her brief connubial bliss. It's the poetic equivalent of lipstick on the collar, of walking after midnight, of an inexplicably empty bottle of Southern Comfort on the bedside table in the morning, and of her lesser half's painful, belated discovery: &lt;/em&gt;English can have no other mistress except Eileen. &lt;em&gt;But pity English not, for the result is an artistic, linguistic scandal on the level of "Nude Descending a Staircase" -- though in this case, it's the sight of Language being kicked down two flights of stairs by Eileen and the entire cast of "Desperate Housewives." Consider this a divorce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112848661484508837?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112848661484508837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112848661484508837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112848661484508837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112848661484508837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-got-promoted-from-fractal-elf-to.html' title='MOI GOT PROMOTED FROM &quot;FRACTAL ELF&quot; TO THE GENERAL OF &quot;DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES&quot;!!!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112845309254529859</id><published>2005-10-04T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:14:26.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTER SPACE! HERE MOI COMES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyai.blogspot.com/"&gt;IVY ALVAREZ&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was absolutely blown away by her tryptich&lt;/em&gt; The Three Faces of Maria Clara, &lt;em&gt;which can be read as an ambitious engagement with the three stages of pre-colonialism, colonialism and post-colonialism, set against thrilling backdrops such as Hawaii, Sweden and outer space, to name a few. Is there no end to Eileen Tabios's inventiveness? Ms. Tabios, we salute you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112845309254529859?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112845309254529859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112845309254529859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112845309254529859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112845309254529859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/outer-space-here-moi-comes.html' title='OUTER SPACE! HERE MOI COMES!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112844569459949812</id><published>2005-10-04T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:08:14.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUNAR FOLLIES - PLUS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xippas.com/en/artist/joseph_marioni/bibliography"&gt;JADE AFABLE &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios has out-Sorrentinoed Gilbert Sorrentino!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112844569459949812?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112844569459949812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112844569459949812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112844569459949812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112844569459949812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/lunar-follies-plus.html' title='LUNAR FOLLIES - PLUS!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112840937418237383</id><published>2005-10-04T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:13:45.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, DO COME: EAT MOI PEAR!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pemmicanpress.com/articles/daggett-political-poetry.html"&gt;LYLE DAGGETT &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Engels in &lt;em&gt;Anti-Duhring &lt;/em&gt;defined the essential difference between living and non-living matter as follows: when living matter exchanges substances (oxygen, carbon dioxide, etc.) with the rest of the world around it, the exchange serves to sustain the living matter in its existing form for some period of time (as when, for example, an organism breathes); whereas, when non-living matter exchanges substances with the rest of the world around it, the exchange causes the gradual breakdown and destruction of the non-living matter (as when, for example, iron takes on oxygen, and becomes rust).&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The fundamental tidal flow of the degeneration and renewal of matter is the essential underlying current in Eileen Tabios' startling new collection of poems, &lt;em&gt;Carbon 14 Variations&lt;/em&gt;. Drawing variously on texts and data from fields as divergent as geology, organic chemistry, particle physics, the early writings of Sartre, the &lt;em&gt;Heike Monogotari&lt;/em&gt;, various classic Chinese scientific writings, late Stone Age petroglyphs, ancient Egyptian mystery religions, Plato, Zoroastrianism, and the murals of Diego Rivera and David Siqueiros, among other sources, Tabios weaves together a vast and many-layered tapestry of narratives, counter-narratives, parallel commentary, and reflexively referential observation that constantly calls into question the gravitational fields of thought in a landscape that is constantly shifting and reforming.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Like Zukofsky's &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;, Stein's &lt;em&gt;Tender Buttons&lt;/em&gt;, and more recently the hyperexperiments of Kamau Brathwaite, Eileen Tabios' &lt;em&gt;Carbon 14 Variations &lt;/em&gt;redefines the basic parameters of communication at its most elemental biological level. "If you want to know the taste of a pear," wrote Mao Zedong in &lt;em&gt;On Contradiction&lt;/em&gt;, "you have to change the state of the pear by eating it." The poetry of Eileen Tabios is a succulent fruit indeed. Come and taste it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112840937418237383?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112840937418237383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112840937418237383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112840937418237383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112840937418237383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-do-come-eat-moi-pear.html' title='OH, DO COME: EAT MOI PEAR!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112839547763569408</id><published>2005-10-03T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:11:17.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT YOU BLEW MOI FEDERAL WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM COVER!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magahiz.com:8080/frabjous/index.html"&gt;RICH MAGAHIZ &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The new volume of light and heavy verse by Etaion Shrdlu,&lt;/em&gt; A Tocsin Before We Brunch, &lt;em&gt;breaks new ground not only in its nervy prosody but also in the way it steals a page from the World Wide Web and provides the reader with links between poems which make the order in which they are read a conscious declaration of choice that Sartre would have approved of. Already required reading on numerous college campuses and featured on the coffeehouse circuit here and abroad, Ms. Shrdlu is a fixture on the transnational literary scene ignored by the award-granting establishment at their own peril, in many critics' opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 of the 100 poems are set in a nightmare wasteland of Abu Cupcake where the author was incarcerated for sixteen months on a sensational set of felony charges too familiar to mention here. She addresses her verse to the largely insensate murderers and check-kiters who populated the facility, to the sinister and vapid guards with their penchant for random capricious cruelties visited on any in their purview, and to the mysterious "Commandanta" whose veiled sexually ambiguous presence haunted and perfumed the grounds. About one-third of these are composed in the rigid and demanding confessional mode perfected by Ms. Shrdlu, each one ending in a scattering of Hail Marys and Glory Bes. Whether focussing on the minutiae of the pharmaceutical regimen administered to the "guests of Abu," on the monotonous unpleasantness of the mostly uncatastrophic acts of Nature, or on abstruse points of the author's mainly self-taught enthusiasm for algebraic topology, Ms. Shrdlu's long, looping lines of words "decorated" with diacritics and proofer's marks cast a seamless net of rhythmic brightlines which ineluctably snare even the most careless reader. I dug it, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etaion Shrdlu is now back on the outside, in the Federal Witness Protection Program, hidden under an assumed secret identity of "Eileen Tabios." No, her number is *not* in the book. Let us hope that her next collection of poems (working title: &lt;/em&gt;Improvised Explosive Dialogues) &lt;em&gt;can live up to this ambitious and, dare one say, ballsy group, and also that the Cosa Nostra do not catch up with her before it is completed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112839547763569408?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112839547763569408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112839547763569408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112839547763569408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112839547763569408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/but-you-blew-moi-federal-witness.html' title='BUT YOU BLEW MOI FEDERAL WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM COVER!!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112836222514576186</id><published>2005-10-03T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:01:04.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAWD(Y)-LAIRE IN CALIFORNIA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://neverneutral.blogspot.com/"&gt;ERNESTO PRI&lt;/a&gt;EGO WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios inebriates. Hers is a poetics of wine: not because one of its main subjects is wine, but because her poetry is, indeed, like wine; it has its effects. This, of course, means her poetry is not easy to discuss; the reader will need to develop basic sensory evaluation techniques that could be easily overlooked or ignored when approaching her poetry. Her poetry seduces at first glance, but the novice poetry enthusiast will realize there is so much more one needs to know in order to properly enjoy her poetics. Reading Tabios implies a process of emotional and sensorial re-education: one must re-learn how to feel. Her poems should be read with care; beyond their distinct appearance, aroma and flavor, there lies a certain quality that needs to be allowed to rest, breath, for a while. This means the experience of reading her cannot be mere enjoyment of the present moment, cannot be done in a hurry, like one slams down an unsavory shot of strong liquor. On the contrary, Tabios's poetry demands aging, the patience of the mature reader who will come back again and again, with days, weeks, months, years in between to the same poems, just to find them enriched, more complex, with more body and worth. Like a female Baudelaire in California, Eileen Tabios has compiled &lt;/em&gt;The Chatelaine's Companion to Wine, &lt;em&gt;a book which is both sparkling and fortified: an exercise of literary virtue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112836222514576186?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112836222514576186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112836222514576186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112836222514576186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112836222514576186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/bawdy-laire-in-california.html' title='BAWD(Y)-LAIRE IN CALIFORNIA!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112832191599561133</id><published>2005-10-03T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:06:19.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APPARENTLY MOI POETRY IS DOGFOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://gura.blogspot.com"&gt;MICHELLE BAUTISTA &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tabios' latest poetry collection, "Achilles and Gabriela at the Foot of the Mount,"  is an intriguing journey from the point of view of man's best friend.  It's a tasty doggie treat every pet owner should read to their high cultured pooches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112832191599561133?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112832191599561133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112832191599561133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112832191599561133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112832191599561133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/apparently-moi-poetry-is-dogfood.html' title='APPARENTLY MOI POETRY IS DOGFOOD'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112832023762827981</id><published>2005-10-02T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:19:21.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI EVEN PREVENTS A NUCLEAR WASTELAND!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pelicandreaming.blogspot.com"&gt;MARK YOUNG &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN, SECONDLY:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In her new, autobiographical sequence of poems,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;There are Six Trillion Peeps in the World of Whom Only Two Haven’t Dreamt of Sleeping With Me, &amp; I’m Having Lunch with the Dear Leader Kim Jong-il Later on Today&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios expands &amp; expounds upon what must be her millionth new poetical form, the Fibo(na)cci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the poems bar one contain only the single letter -- or is it word -- I, arranged in many different ways. Bold, capitalised, italicised, sub- &amp; superscripted, repeated, underlined, crossed out. The exception is the final poem, in which she returns to that original form she invented all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even&lt;br /&gt;Moi ends&lt;br /&gt;with an I. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112832023762827981?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112832023762827981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112832023762827981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112832023762827981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112832023762827981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-even-prevents-nuclear-wasteland.html' title='MOI EVEN PREVENTS A NUCLEAR WASTELAND!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112831883773142421</id><published>2005-10-02T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:32:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI BLATHERS, UM, SINGS...YOU TO HEAVEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://apapoetry.blogspot.com/"&gt;LEE HERRICK &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curious and heavenly.  This is what poetry angels might sing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112831883773142421?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112831883773142421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112831883773142421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112831883773142421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112831883773142421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-blathers-um-singsyou-to-heaven.html' title='MOI BLATHERS, UM, SINGS...YOU TO HEAVEN!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112829714662833641</id><published>2005-10-02T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:54:56.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUH. COME AGAIN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kutibeng.blogspot.com/"&gt;PATRICK ROSAL &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN AGAIN...AND AGAIN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you really try, as this collection demands, this book yields that which is not worthless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112829714662833641?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112829714662833641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112829714662833641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112829714662833641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112829714662833641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/duh-come-again.html' title='DUH. COME AGAIN?'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112829705588345446</id><published>2005-10-02T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:54:28.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY MOST POETS HAVE BAD TEETH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kutibeng.blogspot.com/"&gt;PATRICK ROSAL &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN AGAIN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a fine collection. I kick the author in the teeth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112829705588345446?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112829705588345446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112829705588345446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112829705588345446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112829705588345446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-most-poets-have-bad-teeth.html' title='WHY MOST POETS HAVE BAD TEETH'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112829698519127677</id><published>2005-10-02T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:53:49.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVEN MOI NOTHINGS ARE, UH, SOMETHINGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kutibeng.blogspot.com/"&gt;PATRICK ROSAL &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is more about nothing than anything you've ever read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112829698519127677?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112829698519127677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112829698519127677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112829698519127677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112829698519127677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/even-moi-nothings-are-uh-somethings.html' title='EVEN MOI NOTHINGS ARE, UH, SOMETHINGS!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112829456611763706</id><published>2005-10-02T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:12:21.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI ASKED FOR HELL AND GOT PURGATORY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bjanepr.blog-city.com/"&gt;BARBARA JANE REYES &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After reading Eileen Tabios' treatise on endtime prophecy and daemonic possession, I have only the wits about me to cite Dante:&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    "Behold the beast that has the pointed tail,&lt;br /&gt;That crosses mountains, leaves walls and weapons broken,&lt;br /&gt;And makes the stench of which the world is full!"&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;strong&gt;-- The Inferno of Dante, Canto XVII&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112829456611763706?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112829456611763706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112829456611763706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112829456611763706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112829456611763706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-asked-for-hell-and-got-purgatory.html' title='MOI ASKED FOR HELL AND GOT PURGATORY!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112828154994877258</id><published>2005-10-02T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T12:34:58.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI STRIVES TO BE NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS THAN A ... "BLANK PAGE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://humanverb.blogspot.com/"&gt;NOAH ELI GORDON &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even now the century advances toward you its pseudo-romantic indoctrination to the dénouement a Sunday drive makes of one’s fatalistic sense of destination.&lt;/em&gt; Eileen Tabios Avenue &lt;em&gt;is, of course, composed entirely of concrete, another neo-realist line on the abstract canvas of the earth. &lt;/em&gt;The Decorator Extends Her Arm Upward? The Underside of a Praying Mantis as Seen Through a Pane of Frosted Glass? &lt;em&gt;No, she’d prefer for her titles a world free of affect, as one unknowingly stumbles onto the perfect stage by attributing captions to an otherwise blank page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112828154994877258?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112828154994877258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112828154994877258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112828154994877258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112828154994877258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-strives-to-be-nothing-more-nothing.html' title='MOI STRIVES TO BE NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS THAN A ... &quot;BLANK PAGE&quot;'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112827535066027061</id><published>2005-10-02T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T10:53:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI AM INEXHAUSTIBLE ... CHAMPAGNE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/"&gt;ANNY BALLARDINI &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The difference between a bottle of champagne and Eileen Tabios is that you uncork the bottle once while you keep on uncorking Eileen. Inexhaustible effervescence is her imprint potentially multiplied ad infinitum. Give me an Eileen Tabios now, tomorrow, forever, and I will be living smiling and satisfied with her unfailing gushing of floating and involving sparkling light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112827535066027061?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112827535066027061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112827535066027061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112827535066027061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112827535066027061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/moi-am-inexhaustible-champagne.html' title='MOI AM INEXHAUSTIBLE ... CHAMPAGNE!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112823235130193714</id><published>2005-10-01T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:52:52.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET THEM EAT BRICK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://stickpoetsuperhero.blogspot.com"&gt;MICHAEL WELLS &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen R. Tabios comes down from her high mountain and sashays across this continent with a revolutionary cause. Write poetry that embraces her lust and passions for life. She adds a sip of wine here and there for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winding through cities she drops verses along the alleyways...  Crumbs for the hungry literary masses. But she is not going to be content simply letting them eat crumbs... No, Tabios hopes the masses will only find the crumbs tasty morsels that increase their hunger for her work. She is counting on them to follow her path back to the mountain where she will proclaims, " Let them eat &lt;a href="http://MARSHHAWKPRESS.ORG/TABIOS2.HTM"&gt;Brick&lt;/a&gt;" as  she offers the nutrients of a lavish language.  Plus an opportunity to wash it down with say a 2003 Benziger Los Carneros chardonnay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112823235130193714?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112823235130193714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112823235130193714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112823235130193714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112823235130193714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-them-eat-brick.html' title='LET THEM EAT BRICK!!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112823218682069476</id><published>2005-10-01T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:53:28.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE: BLURB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://toph.blogspot.com"&gt;CHRIS TOPH &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blurb on then&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://EILEENTABIOS.BLOGSPOT.COM"&gt;hay(na)ku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://CHATELAINESHOPS.BLOGSPOT.COM"&gt;shops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ended&lt;br /&gt;it September 30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112823218682069476?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112823218682069476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112823218682069476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112823218682069476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112823218682069476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/after-all-is-said-and-done-blurb.html' title='AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE: BLURB!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112819469245977494</id><published>2005-10-01T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T12:27:49.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOIN MOI REVOLUTION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://kathang-pinay.blogspot.com/"&gt;LENY M. STROBEL &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last, a poet who dares to defend &lt;a href="http://www.southendpress.org/authors/30"&gt;Ward Churchill's &lt;/a&gt;position on &lt;a href="http://auto_sol.tao.ca/node/view/1333"&gt;indigenism&lt;/a&gt;!!  Adding her name to the growing list of Churchill supporters, Tabios proves once more that to be a Poet is to live the difficult life of knowing that one is sitting on borrowed Land. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112819469245977494?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112819469245977494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112819469245977494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112819469245977494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112819469245977494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/join-moi-revolution.html' title='JOIN MOI REVOLUTION!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112819451470718068</id><published>2005-10-01T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T12:22:49.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRONG NEW COLLECTION BY RISK-POET EILEEN TABIOS IS PERFECTLY TITLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lornadice.blogspot.com/"&gt;LORNA DEE CERVANTES &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios in-spires: loops the spiral, provides the hook in the crocheted loving self as thing. In her: a sea garden, the sun-kissed grape, the wait for the sour to pass, for the pucker of autumn to begin. Good rocks. Solid California burl, manzanita and heat. Hot things. Plates full of risa, arroz, basil;  her profusion—syllables unfolding fast. The holy fast. The too fast girl protruding in to her future. Fast, as in holding on fast to a good line, a good hook — up the loving shaft again. Even the same old, same old flower tulip-faced in the morning. Mourning becomes her. Electra. Enheduanna spilling into spray (again!) from the oyster, That which we don't tell others. That. A morphology of punctuation, divine resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare I call it by a name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iron gate closes;  bottle is popped;  the cork of her days, unstoppable. She perpetuates. Stay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112819451470718068?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112819451470718068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112819451470718068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112819451470718068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112819451470718068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/strong-new-collection-by-risk-poet.html' title='STRONG NEW COLLECTION BY RISK-POET EILEEN TABIOS IS PERFECTLY TITLED'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112819434985531585</id><published>2005-10-01T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T18:04:32.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN POEM = ORAL SEX!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://karrikokko.blogspot.com/"&gt;KARRI KOKKO&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside the trade, Eileen R. Tabios' hairiest pieces are sometimes referred to, quite Baldly, as "sham  poo", but we'd like to trim this unjustified assertation by saying That among the non-connoisseur even the most perfectly coiffed quiff is, Unbelievably, just annoying pube in the mouth. Keep munching!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112819434985531585?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112819434985531585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112819434985531585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112819434985531585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112819434985531585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-poem-oral-sex.html' title='WHEN POEM = ORAL SEX!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112809487515914320</id><published>2005-09-30T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T21:38:00.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTHFULLY, MOI AM ANGELINA JOLIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pelicandreaming.blogspot.com"&gt;MARK YOUNG &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is Eileen R. Tabios? Is she real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is no. As I prove in my soon-to-be-published &lt;/em&gt;Coming to a Fullstop: Punctuating the Poems of Eileen Tabios &lt;em&gt;I believe she is a ficcione, the creation of much-rejected Icelandic poet Einar Beestiol -- note the anagram -- who has used a computer program to mix equal parts of the great Icelandic creation poem &lt;/em&gt;Voluspo &lt;em&gt;with the &lt;/em&gt;Diaries of Golda Meir &lt;em&gt;&amp; created a far-fetched persona to clothe them in -- I mean, who really can believe in this purported author; female, attractive, member of a minority, who has given up a career in corporate banking to grow grapes &amp; write poetry? -- in the desire of building up his/her myth which, at an appropriate time, when half the books published in the world in any one year will carry his/her name, he/she will expose the true reality of, thus generating enormous interest &amp; a number of competing films which actors will fall over themselves to be cast in the title role &amp; for which he/she will write the screenplays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; which, inevitably, will fulfil his/her true desire, to have his/her character in a Holly- or Bollywood blockbuster shared by Tom Cruise &amp; Angelina Jolie in an extremely flattering portrayal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112809487515914320?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112809487515914320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112809487515914320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112809487515914320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112809487515914320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/truthfully-moi-am-angelina-jolie.html' title='TRUTHFULLY, MOI AM ANGELINA JOLIE!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112814086106286006</id><published>2005-09-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T21:27:41.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 WORDS:  OY VEY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mappemunde.typepad.com/mappemunde/2005/07/innovation_salv.html"&gt;RUTH LEPSON&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios is a minimalist extraordinaire—Gertrude Stein move over. Using two words, she has built an epic. A monumental/minimental achievement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112814086106286006?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112814086106286006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112814086106286006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112814086106286006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112814086106286006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/2-words-oy-vey.html' title='2 WORDS:  OY VEY!!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112812748824794465</id><published>2005-09-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T07:35:08.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIGGO!  VIGGO!  VIGGO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://OKIR.BLOGSPOT.COM"&gt;JEAN VENGUA &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long awaited, this revised edition comprises the complete and unabridged diary from  the "TaTa" series, with the original foreword by Viggo Mortensen, calling for the removal of the federal ban. Included are the original black and white graphics imprinted on the first and back pages: the large letter, "T" followed by the phrase, "plum stables" and the upsidedown "A," so crucial to the integrity of the work as a whole. I was pleased to find the middle "succubus dream" sequence intact, with its footnotes partially erased, in reference to the earlier ban on the Albany edition. The historic court ruling is appended. Applying my innate sense of good grooming and taste, I will resist the hyperbole that has so often accompanied Tabios' works. Suffice to say that it has taken a political sea change to set the stage for this edition, and we are all the better for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112812748824794465?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112812748824794465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112812748824794465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112812748824794465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112812748824794465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/viggo-viggo-viggo.html' title='VIGGO!  VIGGO!  VIGGO!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112812736361569463</id><published>2005-09-30T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T07:35:32.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI BRINGS YOU TO ORGASMS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://vmontes.blogspot.com/"&gt;VERONICA MONTES &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those who despair of ever "getting" poetry, Tabios' volume is a revelation. Beginning on a languorous note with "Sex Machine," each subsequent poem builds in intensity until the final, inevitable climax, at which time her readers will surely be heard screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes!...Poetry!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112812736361569463?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112812736361569463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112812736361569463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112812736361569463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112812736361569463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/moi-brings-you-to-orgasms.html' title='MOI BRINGS YOU TO ORGASMS!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112809444246182086</id><published>2005-09-30T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T08:34:02.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI ABSTRACTIONS ARE ALWAYS FUNDAMENTAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.----------0----------.blogspot.com/"&gt;MARK LAMOREAUX &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tabios presents an Olympos many millenia after the coming of monotheism, where the divinities, left to their own devices, have begun to explore their own natures and the causality behind their waning influence upon their mortal charges.  In a series of "apocryphal myths," Tabios explores fundamental abstractions: the nature of gender, identity, and [wo]man's place in the universe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112809444246182086?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112809444246182086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112809444246182086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112809444246182086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112809444246182086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/moi-abstractions-are-always.html' title='MOI ABSTRACTIONS ARE ALWAYS FUNDAMENTAL!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112809060027453598</id><published>2005-09-30T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T07:52:26.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?  NO HUMAN RIGHTS AWARD???!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://calzoncillo.blogspot.com"&gt;BINO A. REALUYO &lt;/a&gt;WRITES/DRAWS IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57081093@N00/47977156/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/47977156_05964f27f5_o.jpg" width="332" height="631" alt="eileenblurb" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112809060027453598?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112809060027453598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112809060027453598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112809060027453598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112809060027453598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-no-human-rights-award.html' title='WHAT?  NO HUMAN RIGHTS AWARD???!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112809185597036308</id><published>2005-09-30T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T21:22:24.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI MISSILES ARE ROMANTIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://marshhawkpress.org/fink2.htm"&gt;THOMAS FINK &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen R. Tabios: a rapture-sizzled/sizzling R/romantic bard who ruptures the r/Romantic's perilous invitations to powerlessness.  In eroticizing the political and politicizing the erotic, her missives sends social missiles on exciting new  missions.  For this poet of holism and fragmentation, there is no reason to choose between the cultivation of language as strenuous, sensuous play and a drive to make words into trenchant pointers/painters.  In the orchestral uni-diversity of a single book, both energies are caressed and honored in actualization, and they address each other with intimacy and laudable intricacy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112809185597036308?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112809185597036308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112809185597036308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112809185597036308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112809185597036308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/moi-missiles-are-romantic.html' title='MOI MISSILES ARE ROMANTIC!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112805863427847128</id><published>2005-09-29T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:37:14.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT TIME "STORY OF O" REARED ITS LOVELY HEAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://timothymartin.blogspot.com"&gt;TIMOTHY MARTIN &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mixed Greek choruses sleeping at midday the body of woman and the body of the universe come together in the semiotic erotic adventures by Eileen Tabios.  Part &lt;/em&gt;Chinatown, &lt;em&gt;part &lt;/em&gt;Story of O, &lt;em&gt;she's written the kind of cinematic/verse /detective novel, we've all wanted to be reading.  If Franglish were a continent, this book would be Pangaea.  It's the most fabulous fable of semi-francophonic shopping news you will ever pick up.  May I suggest reading it with a Shiraz.  Viva!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112805863427847128?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112805863427847128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112805863427847128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112805863427847128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112805863427847128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/about-time-story-of-o-reared-its.html' title='ABOUT TIME &quot;STORY OF O&quot; REARED ITS LOVELY HEAD!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112804741562677237</id><published>2005-09-29T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:30:15.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI GOT FLAMED!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sporkworld.org/Deed/menu.html"&gt;MARTHA DEED &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Octogenarian psychoanalyst Frau Doktor Eileen Tabios offers her third revised edition of "Supercathexis for the Neophyte Analysand" in dumbed down tercets.  The mediocrity of her&lt;/em&gt; genre &lt;em&gt;is no excuse for this latest abandonment of  Freudian &lt;/em&gt;anomie. . .  &lt;em&gt;We cannot recommend this deviation from orthodox psychoanalytic theory.  Although not a firestarter &lt;/em&gt;ordinaire, &lt;em&gt;I must now set match to paper.  Frau Doktor Tabios's thesis deserves no less. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112804741562677237?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112804741562677237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112804741562677237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112804741562677237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112804741562677237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/moi-got-flamed.html' title='MOI GOT FLAMED!!!!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112804704233863724</id><published>2005-09-29T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T08:15:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI BLATHERS WITH ARISTOTLE! (AND THE BEARDED ONE FINDS MOI CHARMING!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacketmagazine.com/bio/kent.html"&gt;KENT JOHNSON &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is a blurb and what is a poem? We casually regard them as separate, and yet... Can a blurb become part of a poem's body? Not merely as a prosthesis or catheter: blurbs, as a rule, have had these functions... No, rather, can a poem be like the head [human], for example, and a blurb like the hindquarters [equine]? Or, for more interest, reverse the figure: blurb as head, etc. This is not a new question, merely one that has been largely forgotten, even though it appears (albeit of possible apocryphal source) in the Poetics. As Aristotle asks, "Why is the book one thing and its commentary another? What is the nature of this 'space between' and where does it exist? Does it have color, odor, sound, taste, texture? Is this space real, or does it arise like a mirage from the sun-baked road of a particular set of literary relations of production?"  In other words, what IS paratext, truly? If it marks a limit, then what can be said to be "between" this limit and the literary "essence" in whose gravity the blurb seems to hover? For that matter, and perhaps even more crucially, what can be said to be *outside* the limit of the blurb? Are there readers outside the blurb, or is there nothing outside the blurb? Or, to perhaps make a synthesis of these two poles, are readers always *inside* the blurb? And being so, if so, are they kind of like the hindquarters of the Author? In this book, Eileen Tabios, in her wine cellar, seems to be asking these questions and more. She puts the cart before the horse, and look, the contraption, against all common sense, begins to rise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112804704233863724?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112804704233863724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112804704233863724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112804704233863724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112804704233863724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/moi-blathers-with-aristotle-and.html' title='MOI BLATHERS WITH ARISTOTLE! (AND THE BEARDED ONE FINDS MOI CHARMING!)'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112804622919603681</id><published>2005-09-29T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:10:29.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS REGARDS YOUR BUTTOCKS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://irvingweiss.net/"&gt;IRVING WEISS &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blurbs are so obtrusive. I try to avoid reading them. A blurb for a collection of poems is practically an oxymoron, let alone a blurb for a book-length poem. And here I’ve been asked to blurb Eileen Tabios’s incredibly marvelous &lt;/em&gt;Alphabetikos! &lt;em&gt;Let what is left of this blurb allow her great work to blurb itself as I entice the reader by opening it at random :&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;. . .the two banks of the buttocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its two torrents of flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only parts of the living world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where shorelines bridge over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the stream flows in its own source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where banks follow a fixed watercourse, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where terra firma turns into running water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as its solidified flow sees its banks running off and away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;land and water modeled into one absolute form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the great ball of earth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day of creation. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All to the Good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112804622919603681?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112804622919603681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112804622919603681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112804622919603681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112804622919603681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-regards-your-buttocks.html' title='AS REGARDS YOUR BUTTOCKS...'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112804571985987071</id><published>2005-09-29T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:01:59.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI AM REALLY IN YOUR HEAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://tribute-airy.blogspot.com/"&gt;ALLEN BRAMHALL &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen R. Tabios is quite a writer, even in the 21st century. She has written quite a scad of books and this is one of them. It is called _The Serenade Twice Removed_. I don't know what that means except it sounds real interesting and it seems to fit what's going on. This is a really interesting book, as fans of Eileen Tabios and her voluminous oeuvre can already expect. Eileen uses lots of very long words in this book, which is interesting. Not weird words, but ones you don't see often. I thought it was excellent to see all those different words used like Eileen uses them, it really showed a different slant on things. Most poems use shorter words mainly, in my opinion, which is okay, but it is okay to use long words too. And plus, there's just a lot of poems and the like in the book. And that's OK too because you can be sure to enjoy this book because of its handling of its material and so forth. It handles its material really well. I enjoyed how she seemed to talk to me as I read it. It was like what she wrote became that voice in my head. I really enjoyed that part. I recommend _The Serenade Twice Removed_ highly. Its poetry will bring you closer to that voice in your head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112804571985987071?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112804571985987071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112804571985987071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112804571985987071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112804571985987071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/moi-am-really-in-your-head.html' title='MOI AM REALLY IN YOUR HEAD!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112803444069029594</id><published>2005-09-29T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:54:00.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INAUGURATING THE "BLURB-POEM"!</title><content type='html'>Some of the blurbs had been reading, to Moi eyes, like prose poems.  At my urging, &lt;a href="http://marshhawkpress.org/mcintosh2.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SANDY MCINTOSH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, edited his version, thereby allowing me to offer the first manifestation of a new poetic form: THE BLURB POEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;URGENT: A Cautionary Blurb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eileen Tabios’ newest manuscript, &lt;em&gt;Intestines&lt;/em&gt;, is impacted with ellipses that join what appear to be incoherent concepts, such as &lt;em&gt;foreskins &lt;/em&gt;with &lt;em&gt;fishhooks&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;flatulence &lt;/em&gt;with &lt;em&gt;phlebitis&lt;/em&gt;. That is, they are incoherent at first. But reading on, one surmises a relentless inevitability in this work’s construction. Those little dots between the words are not voids at all, but tiny, albeit multidimensional furnaces wherein the meaningless pairings are forged into inseparability. Tabios’ process is isomorphic with the modern physical theory of wormholes in space, through which a traveler may find an instantaneous shortcut to a destination of unimaginable distance. This is alarming. Science is only beginning to explore these things with appropriate delicacy and forbearance. Tabios, not a scientist, is creating a terribly dangerous threat by persisting in this direction. I have always been against censorship, but in this case, at the edge of the deadly unknown--the unknowable--I urge that this literary work not be published. In my considered opinion, it should not even be written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112803444069029594?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112803444069029594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112803444069029594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112803444069029594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112803444069029594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/inaugurating-blurb-poem.html' title='INAUGURATING THE &quot;BLURB-POEM&quot;!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112803410174150042</id><published>2005-09-29T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:48:21.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI TWITTERS YOU TO YOUR KNEES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.puppyflowers.com/indexflash.htm"&gt;PATRICK JAMES DUNAGAN &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tabios twitters and exhilarates!  With distinct grace summoned, one imagines, from off Shelley's shoulders the poetry world is brought to its knees.  Here is Constance brought out of the drudgery of historical tourism and given to the international community anew.  Between the dialogue and the scenery  the innocent reader  is drawn  out of her isolation  and granted  access to a heretofore unacknowledged  committed life.  Only the very best of soaring pleasure awaits!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112803410174150042?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112803410174150042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112803410174150042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112803410174150042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112803410174150042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/moi-twitters-you-to-your-knees.html' title='MOI TWITTERS YOU TO YOUR KNEES'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112802265009587056</id><published>2005-09-29T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:37:30.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET MOI WARM YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/continuouspeasant"&gt;CHRIS STROFFOLINO &lt;/a&gt;CHANNELS...AND WRITES IN ON &lt;em&gt;HIS &lt;/em&gt;BEHALF:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In a world of steel eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm, 'Come in,' she said, 'I'll give ya, shelter from the storm.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Bob Dylan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112802265009587056?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112802265009587056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112802265009587056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112802265009587056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112802265009587056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/let-moi-warm-you.html' title='LET MOI WARM YOU'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112802205479106474</id><published>2005-09-29T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:28:50.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT OF COURSE MOI AM ALSO A LESBIAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://myangiedickinson.blogspot.com/"&gt;MICHAEL MAGEE &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the years our company brings in different talent once a month over our lunch hour. I don't know how they got Eileen Tabios -- she is the best we have ever had. In her craft of her storytelling and in her compassionate gutsy tough expression of female experience, she creates unique designs on her 1969 electric typewriter, including strong, graphic images inspired by calcium deposits and mildew, over which she has run a squeegee like a heartbroken woman mourning the loss of her lesbian lover. A sheep, goat, camel or cow can be sacrificed but we should not lose sight of the fact that Eileen Tabios’s “My Glorious Melanie on Squid’s Whelping” is too an essential act.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112802205479106474?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112802205479106474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112802205479106474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112802205479106474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112802205479106474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/but-of-course-moi-am-also-lesbian.html' title='BUT OF COURSE MOI AM ALSO A LESBIAN!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112801250199444018</id><published>2005-09-29T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:49:26.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNIRONIC...PENGUINS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsreel.org/guides/furious/nielsen.htm"&gt;ALDON L. NIELSEN&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was blurbing over with joy as I read this poem.  Seldom have the subjects of war-torn Eastern Europe and the mating habits of Antarctic penguins been conjoined so intriguingly without the faintest whiff of irony.  And the double-sestina at the heart of the book is unsurpassed in recent verse.  Don't miss it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;AW GEEEEEEEZ. Conjoining war-torn Eastern Europe with Penguins -- no problema!  But a double sestina!!??  AW GEEEEEEEZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112801250199444018?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112801250199444018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112801250199444018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112801250199444018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112801250199444018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/unironicpenguins.html' title='UNIRONIC...PENGUINS!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112800841922445640</id><published>2005-09-29T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:40:19.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APPARENTLY, MOI SMELLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://worderos.blogspot.com/"&gt;TOM BECKETT &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bathroom humor as philosophical discourse!  The "Fart Poems" blew me away.  Eileen Tabios is a blast!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112800841922445640?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112800841922445640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112800841922445640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112800841922445640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112800841922445640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/apparently-moi-smells.html' title='APPARENTLY, MOI SMELLS'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112800827632454352</id><published>2005-09-29T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:42:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NASTY NASTY MOI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://transdada3.blogspot.com/"&gt;kari edwards &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios’s new work has the kind of nasty habits anyone would be proud of, pounding each and every minute space between each and every archaic edification with the sex majik of Alister Crowley, as if the negative demarcations of ink, the slashes and gashes represent the anagrammatic lingams that ignited the paris revolution that revolted against itself, as if Gertrude Stein was Carrie Nation was Phoolan Devi was Kali who gyrates above us in a blood dance of our delusional language, as if as if and as if if.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112800827632454352?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112800827632454352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112800827632454352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112800827632454352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112800827632454352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/nasty-nasty-moi.html' title='NASTY NASTY MOI!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112800813021759602</id><published>2005-09-29T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:35:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI WINGS HIDE DAGGERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kulturevulture.org/tsai.html"&gt;ADDIE TSAI &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am a bird," writes Eileen Tabios in this astonishing new collection, "the voice you clutched out of my throat a pearl in your palm." It is a time of linguistic confusion and confoundment, where, the constructions of an emotional English are held victim to the state of a country constantly up in arms, both through words and daggers. Tabios has managed to address, defying aesthetic reduction, in this fearless book, what happens to a poet's voice, when language, that which we hold so absolute, becomes as amorphous as a jellyfish wriggling its way onto the sand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112800813021759602?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112800813021759602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112800813021759602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112800813021759602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112800813021759602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/moi-wings-hide-daggers.html' title='MOI WINGS HIDE DAGGERS!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112800802066693666</id><published>2005-09-29T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:22:10.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OF COURSE MOI AM ALSO A DOMESTIC GODDESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slope.org/21%20poetry%20clements.html"&gt;BRIAN CLEMENTS &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In her new work, Eileen Tabios has earned the title of Pinoy Diva. Amazing, this feat, in that she has achieved it primarily by celebrating the erotics of housework."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Brian doesn't know -- or perhaps does know! -- that I once tried to boil water and ended up melting the tea pot.  C'est la vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112800802066693666?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112800802066693666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112800802066693666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112800802066693666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112800802066693666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-course-moi-am-also-domestic-goddess.html' title='OF COURSE MOI AM ALSO A DOMESTIC GODDESS'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112797304281760051</id><published>2005-09-28T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:53:00.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI AM JUST A GOLDEN GAL LOOKING TO WHIRL YOU IN A DIZZYING DANCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raintaxi.com/online/2004summer/joron.shtml"&gt;ANDREW JORON &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eileen Tabios’s latest poetry is a profound and startling evocation of the mathematical relationship known as the ‘golden section,’ rendered into lines of breathtaking lyric splendor. The resultant spiral of words, in which the length of each line grows proportionally according to a Fibonacci sequence, whirls the reader through the secret harmonies that govern the human soul. In Tabios’s work, methodological precision facilitates an opening to Rilkean realms of poetic terror and wonder. Highly recommended." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112797304281760051?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112797304281760051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112797304281760051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112797304281760051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112797304281760051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/moi-am-just-golden-gal-looking-to.html' title='MOI AM JUST A GOLDEN GAL LOOKING TO WHIRL YOU IN A DIZZYING DANCE!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112793511381144867</id><published>2005-09-28T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:18:33.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAZOOKA!  MOI AM RED HOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://stephenvincent.net/blog/"&gt;STEPHEN VINCENT&lt;/a&gt; WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottles &lt;/strong&gt;–- this new work by Eileen Tabios is unequalled in its sure fire ear for the legendary roadside wine sipping, barrel and bottle cradling weekend vernacular of Napa Valley visitors, buyers, sellers, vintners, grape pickers, pressers, orchard tenders, truckers and service providers. A mix of civilized charm and bazooka bravado, this is poetry fed by a muse surrounded in September and October by a laurel whose leaves are red hot, flaming -- smell them to the hilt -- right on target, stand back! -- brilliant tongues. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112793511381144867?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112793511381144867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112793511381144867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112793511381144867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112793511381144867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/bazooka-moi-am-red-hot.html' title='BAZOOKA!  MOI AM RED HOT!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112793109761629642</id><published>2005-09-28T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:23:48.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WITCH WHO NEVER WEEPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsipi.blogspot.com/"&gt;TSIPI KELLER &lt;/a&gt;WRITES IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios is a dynamo, perhaps a witch, perhaps a flying sorceress sans culottes, perhaps a being from ailleurs, a being, a being, who doesn't sleep, doesn't weep, but counts her blessings nonetheless!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Interesting -- and it's true: I never wear cullotes (what a fashion indictment that is!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112793109761629642?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112793109761629642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112793109761629642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112793109761629642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112793109761629642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/witch-who-never-weeps.html' title='THE WITCH WHO NEVER WEEPS'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112792450356968614</id><published>2005-09-28T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:21:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SADOMASOCHISM IS THE LEAST OF IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com"&gt;RON SILLIMAN &lt;/a&gt;WRITES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bruce Sterling with a difference: Eileen Tabios has written an intense thriller that manages to expose the dangerous &amp; erotic underside of the Northern California vineyards, international finance and the global ties that bind many nations to the U.S., not as partners, but in the manner of sadomasochism. And she has done it all in rhyme."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fine.  I'm grateful and all that.  But as I replied to Ron, "Aw geeeeeeeeeeeeez.  You've just upped the difficulty threshold!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112792450356968614?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112792450356968614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112792450356968614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112792450356968614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112792450356968614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/sadomasochism-is-least-of-it_28.html' title='SADOMASOCHISM IS THE LEAST OF IT!'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112792280489348329</id><published>2005-09-28T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:23:21.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADULTEROUS WITH, UH, AIRPLANES?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FROM DEL RAY CROSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://anachronizms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Del Ray Cross &lt;/a&gt;is the first blurber!  Thanks Del Ray, who writes in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eileen tabios gets married everytime she writes a poem.  her poetry is a beautiful wildness -- this is where she lives.  occasionally other things happen, like &lt;a href="http://WINEPOETIX.BLOGSPOT.COM"&gt;wine &lt;/a&gt;and even more beauty.  she glows, too, like poetry.  sometimes her peeps blink in aweness.  several projects (languages, books, blogs, new forms, airplanes) at once.  sip."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112792280489348329?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112792280489348329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112792280489348329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/adulterous-with-uh-airplanes.html' title='ADULTEROUS WITH, UH, AIRPLANES?'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17224753.post-112791940149382320</id><published>2005-09-28T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:25:59.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN INTRIGUING CONSTRAINT: THE BLURB PROJECT</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.  So, &lt;a href="http://carbonator.blogspot.com"&gt;Nick Carbo &lt;/a&gt;and I were discussing a possible project recently that required him to write a few lines on my writings.  Well, Nick -- with his puckish sense of humor -- wrote something so hyped up that I joked it could be a blurb, to wit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eileen Tabios' poems have the capacity of intellect not seen since the days of Simone de Beauvoir and her well of inspiration is as deep as Marguerite Duras.  She offers important work that will inspire future generations of poets and writers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "All I have to do is write a book to fit it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paused. &lt;em&gt;A wingtip rose to scratch moi head&lt;/em&gt;.  An eyebrow rose...and Ladies and Gentlemen, a new project by Moi is born!  And dear Folks, I invite you to participate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wit, &lt;strong&gt;write me a blurb&lt;/strong&gt;.  Send me a blurb.  After collecting said blurbs, I'll write a new book to fit said blurbs!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constrained_writing"&gt;Oulipo's &lt;/a&gt;got nuthin' on Moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't even have to be a positive blurb.  Make it a negative!  Yah, yah -- I know a negative blurb is an oxymoron...but Moi is always about breaking the rules.  So, please:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLURB ME!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know my work?  It doesn't matter!  &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; don't know moi work.  So purty-pleeze to blurb me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blasphemy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurred me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarify me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLURB ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...send to GalateaTen@aol.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;a href="http://chatelaine-poet.blogspot.com"&gt;The Chatelaine's Poetics Blog&lt;/a&gt;, Sept. 28, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17224753-112791940149382320?l=blurbproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/feeds/112791940149382320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17224753&amp;postID=112791940149382320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112791940149382320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17224753/posts/default/112791940149382320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbproject.blogspot.com/2005/09/intriguing-constraint-blurb-project.html' title='AN INTRIGUING CONSTRAINT: THE BLURB PROJECT'/><author><name>EILEEN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
