<?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-37829694</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:28:22.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>accrete or crumble</title><subtitle type='html'>LINEbooks 2006</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37829694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliesimpson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</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-37829694.post-116482850919133928</id><published>2008-02-22T00:59:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:30:22.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcd6a4NG7_g/R8MqQz9-TNI/AAAAAAAAABY/v5pVn_kFQIg/s1600-h/simpson_frontcover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcd6a4NG7_g/R8MqQz9-TNI/AAAAAAAAABY/v5pVn_kFQIg/s400/simpson_frontcover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171023265467878610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt; Natalie Simpson's gathering of prose poems draw the reader towards coherence while simultaneously pushing back, breaking up and falling away. A practice of language, at once smart and funny, that roosts in the syllable while flying from phrase to phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Excerpts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nypoesi.net/?id=tekst&amp;amp;no=51"&gt;nypoesi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ditchpoetry.com/nataliesimpson.htm"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ditch, the poetry that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuu.com/"&gt;ditch, the poetry that matters anthology 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Reviews:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"In a world where we are trained daily to accept language without meaning, and to support it, buy it, vote for it, collaborate in the death of it, these words in their mellifluous order, let us look again, and hear, and in the seemingly random couplings new meanings or possibilities emerge." - Sina Queyras, &lt;a href="http://lemonhound.blogspot.com/2007/09/natalie-simpson-accrete-or-crumble.html#links"&gt;Lemon Hound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Simpson is interested in whether words still communicate when shorn of their grammar. Her book is evidence that they do, and the poems that result reward our close reading." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clint Burnham, &lt;a href="http://www.canada.com/vancouversun/news/story.html?id=fa34bc6b-8a39-4daf-884c-0afe9b5ae256"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Vancouver Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I was drawn especially to those moments where the poems seemed to reflect the conditions of their own making, teaching us how to read what they’re doing as they do it: 'particulars fall as leaves fall;' 'these occur often in sentence structure playing field;' 'what bales words out of rhythm;' 'her speak expands to boom.'" - Rodney Koeneke, &lt;a href="http://modampo.blogspot.com/2007/05/canadians-are-smarter.html"&gt;Modern Americans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Phonemes and morphemes are like stocks, like biosystems: they accrete or crumble. Simpson's structures are puzzlingly economical, the work of production rather than product of unacknowledged work." - Tim Conley, &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.canlit.ca/reviews.php?id=14620"&gt;Canadian Literature: A Quarterly of Criticism and Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="reviewTextContainer61737171" style=""&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainer13551618493231777657" class="reviewText"&gt;Natalie Simpson displays a masterful command of language in this thoughtful and thought-provoking collection of poetry. Natalie Simpson is one of the few writers who can subvert syntax to create an alternate language structure and still communicate effectively. A must-read for anyone interested in the advancement of language and poetry." - jcg, &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3123298.Accrete_or_Crumble"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author: &lt;/span&gt;Natalie Simpson is a former &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filling Station&lt;/span&gt; editor who recently moved back to Calgary, AB from Vancouver, BC. Her poetry has appeared in Queen Street Quarterly, dANDelion, and West Coast Line, in chapbooks from housepress and MODL press, and in the anthologies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post-Prairie&lt;/span&gt; (Talonbooks) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shift &amp;amp; Switch&lt;/span&gt; (Mercury Press).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37829694-116482850919133928?l=nataliesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37829694/posts/default/116482850919133928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37829694/posts/default/116482850919133928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliesimpson.blogspot.com/index.html#116482850919133928' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcd6a4NG7_g/R8MqQz9-TNI/AAAAAAAAABY/v5pVn_kFQIg/s72-c/simpson_frontcover.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37829694.post-116486434503298974</id><published>2006-11-29T10:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:21:06.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5481/168/1600/870102/158135547_b5e164171b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5481/168/320/198860/158135547_b5e164171b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endlich himmelblau by &lt;a href="http://interestingby.isaias.com.mx/pm.php?id=10508943@N00"&gt;extranoise&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcd6a4NG7_g/SYebZzq7K8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/b0-2qM_HA0g/s1600-h/Natalie.Simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37829694-116486434503298974?l=nataliesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37829694/posts/default/116486434503298974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37829694/posts/default/116486434503298974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliesimpson.blogspot.com/index.html#116486434503298974' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</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></feed>
