<?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-15831271</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:20:08.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imago (Whistle) Mundi</title><subtitle type='html'>Writing and thinking from Nepean, Ontario</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ian Whistle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09763535969596368047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.brokenjaw.com/catalog/grafix/IanWhistle.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15831271.post-114348144492449967</id><published>2006-03-27T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:44:04.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I would like&lt;br /&gt;organization and less&lt;br /&gt;freedom of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a word with simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;to publicly shame&lt;br /&gt;African language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's little acre&lt;br /&gt;a votive to the goddess&lt;br /&gt;they have become public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love's geography&lt;br /&gt;to save someone&lt;br /&gt;rejecting&lt;br /&gt;and for one's self&lt;br /&gt;first hand knowledge&lt;br /&gt;presented by&lt;br /&gt;brief narratives&lt;br /&gt;brings together&lt;br /&gt;structurethrough penetration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-114348144492449967?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114348144492449967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15831271&amp;postID=114348144492449967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/114348144492449967'/><link rel='self' 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jar forgotten&lt;br /&gt;or soapbox&lt;br /&gt;response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crew like&lt;br /&gt;and wiggled&lt;br /&gt;minimal lyric&lt;br /&gt;at least allow me&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-114262887307521844?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114262887307521844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15831271&amp;postID=114262887307521844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/114262887307521844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/114262887307521844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/2006/03/that-objects-mollusk-slightest.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Whistle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09763535969596368047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.brokenjaw.com/catalog/grafix/IanWhistle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15831271.post-113631902780491788</id><published>2006-01-03T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:10:27.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I think there&lt;br /&gt;is already being&lt;br /&gt;effect and so on&lt;br /&gt;it is not easier&lt;br /&gt;I don't see&lt;br /&gt;of political struggle&lt;br /&gt;suggests that&lt;br /&gt;monophonic&lt;br /&gt;sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possibility he chooses&lt;br /&gt;and some&lt;br /&gt;doesn't want&lt;br /&gt;in place of an image&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-113631902780491788?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113631902780491788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15831271&amp;postID=113631902780491788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/113631902780491788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/113631902780491788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-there-is-already-being-effect.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian 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into focus&lt;br /&gt;of the primary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reference of course&lt;br /&gt;available&lt;br /&gt;companions&lt;br /&gt;but never finished it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-113320877804997460?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113320877804997460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15831271&amp;postID=113320877804997460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/113320877804997460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/113320877804997460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/2005/11/productions-for-wonderful-trots-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Whistle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09763535969596368047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.brokenjaw.com/catalog/grafix/IanWhistle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15831271.post-112957628045196667</id><published>2005-10-17T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:11:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;a young man&lt;br /&gt;trouble here&lt;br /&gt;a development and&lt;br /&gt;an outcast Irishman&lt;br /&gt;make me feel&lt;br /&gt;escape&lt;br /&gt;less to restore&lt;br /&gt;white canvas&lt;br /&gt;that discus-&lt;br /&gt;or in nasty&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;period of time&lt;br /&gt;broken and&lt;br /&gt;years older than the&lt;br /&gt;lines appears&lt;br /&gt;but a child&lt;br /&gt;something that&lt;br /&gt;in his satiric&lt;br /&gt;trappings she&lt;br /&gt;will come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-112957628045196667?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112957628045196667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15831271&amp;postID=112957628045196667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112957628045196667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112957628045196667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/2005/10/young-man-trouble-here-development-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Whistle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09763535969596368047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.brokenjaw.com/catalog/grafix/IanWhistle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15831271.post-112922563364595733</id><published>2005-10-13T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:47:13.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;is the stopping&lt;br /&gt;Dudek journeys&lt;br /&gt;in their literary&lt;br /&gt;'secular prayers'&lt;br /&gt;and closer&lt;br /&gt;poem with&lt;br /&gt;poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that formal regime&lt;br /&gt;completion&lt;br /&gt;when a poem&lt;br /&gt;it has become&lt;br /&gt;this form of writing&lt;br /&gt;ideology of&lt;br /&gt;breach&lt;br /&gt;a definite end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-112922563364595733?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112922563364595733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15831271&amp;postID=112922563364595733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112922563364595733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112922563364595733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-stopping-dudek-journeys-in-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-112844636219430385?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112844636219430385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15831271&amp;postID=112844636219430385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112844636219430385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112844636219430385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/2005/10/lecture-makes-characteristics-that-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Whistle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09763535969596368047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.brokenjaw.com/catalog/grafix/IanWhistle.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15831271.post-112706445046790441</id><published>2005-09-18T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:27:30.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;not only does&lt;br /&gt;re-inhabitated&lt;br /&gt;place, in the&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;our tragic&lt;br /&gt;pique indigenous&lt;br /&gt;of adoption&lt;br /&gt;fictional identityparadigm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-112706445046790441?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112706445046790441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15831271&amp;postID=112706445046790441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112706445046790441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112706445046790441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-only-does-re-inhabitated-place-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Whistle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09763535969596368047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.brokenjaw.com/catalog/grafix/IanWhistle.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15831271.post-112628391025271338</id><published>2005-09-09T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:38:30.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;petulantly why others could do it&lt;br /&gt;until now had been&lt;br /&gt;doesn't rival two-parenting triplets&lt;br /&gt;a pipsqueak tart&lt;br /&gt;that the baby have&lt;br /&gt;hugs provide a gestural&lt;br /&gt;with the new family member&lt;br /&gt;a half-dozen or so&lt;br /&gt;seven and a half-fours&lt;br /&gt;well as a name that recurs&lt;br /&gt;in the&lt;br /&gt;page booklet translated&lt;br /&gt;also previously well&lt;br /&gt;China&lt;br /&gt;she has another&lt;br /&gt;of dinner in the&lt;br /&gt;from the modest heights&lt;br /&gt;next generation is already&lt;br /&gt;three times a week&lt;br /&gt;despite masses&lt;br /&gt;while restructuring to&lt;br /&gt;biogeographies&lt;br /&gt;to thank the&lt;br /&gt;assimilation&lt;br /&gt;at least traditionally&lt;br /&gt;to write poetry&lt;br /&gt;that enabled the&lt;br /&gt;pepetual orphaning&lt;br /&gt;to let go of even&lt;br /&gt;frontiers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-112628391025271338?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112628391025271338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15831271&amp;postID=112628391025271338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112628391025271338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112628391025271338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/2005/09/petulantly-why-others-could-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Whistle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09763535969596368047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.brokenjaw.com/catalog/grafix/IanWhistle.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15831271.post-112567958966062753</id><published>2005-09-02T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T09:46:29.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;for a few days&lt;br /&gt;but no past - just what passes&lt;br /&gt;well-fertilized petunias&lt;br /&gt;intolerably represents&lt;br /&gt;without needing to say so&lt;br /&gt;into necessary flesh&lt;br /&gt;your green ocean&lt;br /&gt;scoring&lt;br /&gt;like a less than graceful&lt;br /&gt;the literary world&lt;br /&gt;and trails mud through the house&lt;br /&gt;unrealistic plots&lt;br /&gt;failed herself&lt;br /&gt;she too buried&lt;br /&gt;and the plaque on the grave&lt;br /&gt;occasionally reveal&lt;br /&gt;been her willingness&lt;br /&gt;virtually angelic young girl&lt;br /&gt;some fifteen years previous&lt;br /&gt;are dangerous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-112567958966062753?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112567958966062753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15831271&amp;postID=112567958966062753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this art&lt;br /&gt;from the background&lt;br /&gt;had called his back poetic&lt;br /&gt;you move on in with us&lt;br /&gt;fresh garlic, salt and parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;and the metal stairs&lt;br /&gt;had giggled&lt;br /&gt;the air and stomped to the basement&lt;br /&gt;gasping, tears streaming down his&lt;br /&gt;up like he was an injured&lt;br /&gt;switched off the bedroom light&lt;br /&gt;trait produced by machine&lt;br /&gt;so unconquerable a&lt;br /&gt;was translated into&lt;br /&gt;a steam room and shower&lt;br /&gt;even killing doctors&lt;br /&gt;the young men stopped&lt;br /&gt;the number seven because it held&lt;br /&gt;women's language&lt;br /&gt;more ardently than before&lt;br /&gt;relationship but, like&lt;br /&gt;became more hysterical asis always changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15831271-112507552252695514?l=mundipoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112507552252695514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15831271/posts/default/112507552252695514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundipoems.blogspot.com/2005/08/or-political-triumphs-necessarily.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian Whistle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09763535969596368047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.brokenjaw.com/catalog/grafix/IanWhistle.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
