<?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-7637564582693299109</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:25:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAN GOOREVITCHIndex of first lines</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangoorevitch-1stlines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7637564582693299109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangoorevitch-1stlines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan Goorevitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299775235564806246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PsFxrVa8PBk/R_eyz5VqEyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jGtdIDxfy0c/S220/Me-hello.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7637564582693299109.post-6786451587960962514</id><published>2008-02-26T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:31:42.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Index of first lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/02/confessions.html"&gt;∨ lay half-buried under soil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/02/confessions-of-parasite-second-version_26.html"&gt;V lay half-buried under soil (second version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-at-centre-of-our.html"&gt;∧was walking down the street with ∨&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html"&gt;A little egg sticks to the plate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-will-bury-dolls.html"&gt;A people have been hacked, hewed,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-i-wanted-was-little-cabin-with-mud.html"&gt;All I wanted was a little cabin with a mud floor and us:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com/2007/04/art-for-its-own-end-won-day-and-joy-not.html"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/angels-and-devils.html"&gt;Beneath the hackneyed prose of the petition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/06/between-dust-and-dust.html"&gt;Between dust and dust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-mommy-do-you-have-baby-she-asks.html"&gt;"Do you have&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-sake-of-argument.html"&gt;For the sake of argument let's say you have no identity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/03/core.html"&gt;Have you noticed how the tree twists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/02/coil.html"&gt;He’s coiled but no serpent—&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-isaac-laughed.html"&gt;Her breasts were hard as rocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-perrseus.blogspot.com/2008/02/perseus.html"&gt;HERE I stand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-perrseus.blogspot.com/2008/02/medusa.html"&gt;HE'S welcome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-transition.html"&gt;I don't trust her but then do I trust any of them?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry.blogspot.com/2006/09/1984-1994-i-me-we-us-ms-bi-phd-gay-cia.html"&gt;I/me/we/us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/03/love.html"&gt;I remember the moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com/2007/02/prodigal-son.html"&gt;I, returning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2007/06/bachelors-ditty.html"&gt;I thought I was free and I was&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy.html"&gt;If I were Japanese this morning I would have disembowelled myself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-dutzmen.html"&gt;In the blind poet's closet,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/dark-ages.html"&gt;In the dark ages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/question.html"&gt;It excited me that you were available&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-had-to-be-lilacs.html"&gt;It had to be lilacs my mother made me cut, lilacs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/harley.html"&gt;I've touched the silky lining of death's cunt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/04/6-am.html"&gt;Lilac and violet springs in your mouth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-is-endlessly-incomplete-project.html"&gt;Love is an endlessly incomplete project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-sparto.html"&gt;May I eat this tender chop,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2007/04/jurgen-goths-limerick-challenge.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"My daughter Lavinia's propensity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/04/abigail.html"&gt;Naked they skit as the shears quit their clack.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-do-not-hurry-love.html"&gt;Next time you can't think of anything to do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/fire-bell_03.html"&gt;Once upon a time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/doctor.html"&gt;One day you find yourself in a lazy-boy recliner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com/2007/03/open-box.html"&gt;Open the box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/poem-for-paul-smith.html"&gt;Overhead the flickering bulb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-exists-for-secrets-such-as-this.html"&gt;Shave the fur from the purring beast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem-beginning-in-style-of-eric-layman.html"&gt;She's a high maintenance, low functioning system&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/news.html"&gt;SILVER SNOWFLAKES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2007/05/descending-subway-stairs.html"&gt;Softly the shoes pace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/fire-bell.html"&gt;Someone should put a rope around his neck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/03/love.html"&gt;The King of Hearts stands at the gates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2007/10/parts.html"&gt;The parts of a busted doll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2007/06/cup-of-coffee.html"&gt;The schemes of kings, emperors and retainers,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com/2008/02/progolemenon-to-perseus-unfinished-work.html"&gt;...the snake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com/2007/04/midas-psalm.html"&gt;The tower of&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com/2007/04/world-is-in-spite-its-seeming-size-just.html"&gt;The world is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-contempt.html"&gt;The you she thinks you are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-is-little-place-in-desert-where.html"&gt; There’s a little place in the desert where people used to go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2008/02/zeny.html"&gt;There's this nurse—her name is Zeny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2007/04/garden_21.html"&gt;These beds are moated castles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/05/ramblin-rose.html"&gt;Though/Ramblin' Rose/played twice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2007/10/taxi-driver.html"&gt;To love. To love now. To risk losing it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-poetry-1.blogspot.com/2007/04/caterpillar-boy.html"&gt;UP AND down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2007/05/responsa.html"&gt;What you take to be solid my dear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2007/10/crushing.html"&gt;With a crushing weight on my chest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-11es.blogspot.com/2007/10/bubbles-and-butterflies.html"&gt;You caress the bubble but it doesn't burst.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/05/speak-please.html"&gt;You're a soggy newsprint paper doll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/03/youre-little-white-paper-boat.html"&gt;You're a little white paper boat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-little-white-paper-boat-and-i.html"&gt;You’re a little white paper boat (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are.html"&gt;You are an orchid, a lilac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/02/apology_24.html"&gt;You’re just a little paper boat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangoorevitch-cp.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-me.html"&gt;You've given me so much&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7637564582693299109-6786451587960962514?l=dangoorevitch-1stlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangoorevitch-1stlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6786451587960962514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7637564582693299109&amp;postID=6786451587960962514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7637564582693299109/posts/default/6786451587960962514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7637564582693299109/posts/default/6786451587960962514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangoorevitch-1stlines.blogspot.com/2008/02/index-of-first-lines.html' title='Index of first lines'/><author><name>Dan Goorevitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12299775235564806246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PsFxrVa8PBk/R_eyz5VqEyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jGtdIDxfy0c/S220/Me-hello.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
