<?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-312833186806526343</id><updated>2011-12-04T18:08:47.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Catenary Press</title><subtitle type='html'>publishers of hand-crafted chapbooks by emerging poets</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatenarypress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312833186806526343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatenarypress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312833186806526343.post-2570698490892449160</id><published>2011-03-31T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:08:47.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Catenary Press is pleased to announce the release of Hannah Sanghee Park's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ode Days Ode&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oK9pfvnlCqg/TZUD4XWoEgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_qa8c7GR0No/s1600/odo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oK9pfvnlCqg/TZUD4XWoEgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_qa8c7GR0No/s400/odo.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590378779326812674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode Days Ode&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Sanghee Park&lt;br /&gt;5"x8.5"&lt;br /&gt;$7&lt;br /&gt;SOLD OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ode Days Ode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...has far to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerve to lean, and land a holy kiss:&lt;br /&gt;a move of Judas—holy as the (quote)&lt;br /&gt;“eternal winter” Blake wrote of that Thurs-&lt;br /&gt;day. What is holy? What were wholly notes&lt;br /&gt;for poems, what was love? We watched the lines&lt;br /&gt;the sea threw off and knew our faith.   And think&lt;br /&gt;of faith, its ghosting through a crash—the time&lt;br /&gt;we choose to close our eyes—when we will drink&lt;br /&gt;whatever's placed in front of us—within&lt;br /&gt;the cup is wine or blood: we choose. To scoff,&lt;br /&gt;expected, but the world, it stretches in&lt;br /&gt;a way to make the taste of wine seem off.&lt;br /&gt;I think, you'd say, your tastebuds need a rinse.&lt;br /&gt;I lie alone. Another day begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hannah Sanghee Park&lt;/span&gt; was born in 1986.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312833186806526343-2570698490892449160?l=thecatenarypress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatenarypress.blogspot.com/feeds/2570698490892449160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecatenarypress.blogspot.com/2011/03/catenary-press-is-please-to-announce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312833186806526343/posts/default/2570698490892449160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312833186806526343/posts/default/2570698490892449160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatenarypress.blogspot.com/2011/03/catenary-press-is-please-to-announce.html' title=''/><author><name>-</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oK9pfvnlCqg/TZUD4XWoEgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_qa8c7GR0No/s72-c/odo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312833186806526343.post-5985342282349844912</id><published>2009-07-25T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:28:31.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Catenary Press is pleased to announce the release of Elisabeth Benjamin's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Houses&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBOnA0qjPyQ/Sx581WgqM3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/OEn8ZgwmS7k/s1600-h/sc0008e864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBOnA0qjPyQ/Sx581WgqM3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/OEn8ZgwmS7k/s320/sc0008e864.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412901058163389298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Houses&lt;br /&gt;Elisabeth Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;4.5"x7.25"&lt;br /&gt;$9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLD OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House for Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the porch, a new bee landed on one half of the halved pear, which wept bright juice into a white saucer.  The woman chose this occupied half, then slowly, carefully ate around the bee.  But when it left, she devoured the fruit with the severity of a flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is quickly everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elisabeth Benjamin&lt;/span&gt; lives on the coast of Maine's Cobscook Bay, where the icy waters  appear to boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for interest and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/312833186806526343-5985342282349844912?l=thecatenarypress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecatenarypress.blogspot.com/feeds/5985342282349844912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecatenarypress.blogspot.com/2009/07/retail-debut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312833186806526343/posts/default/5985342282349844912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/312833186806526343/posts/default/5985342282349844912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecatenarypress.blogspot.com/2009/07/retail-debut.html' title=''/><author><name>-</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBOnA0qjPyQ/Sx581WgqM3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/OEn8ZgwmS7k/s72-c/sc0008e864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
