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	<title>Comments on: The plain shape of things</title>
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		<title>By: Mairead</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mairead</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 15:55:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A jewelry-maker with a table in Union Square this summer had crafted a sterling silver pendant of the human heart. When I picked it up, she exclaimed, &quot;Oh, that&#039;s my favorite! It&#039;s completely anatomically correct, you know. Love is UGLY.&quot; I still regret not buying it, thinking (stupidly) that I needed money to feed myself.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A jewelry-maker with a table in Union Square this summer had crafted a sterling silver pendant of the human heart. When I picked it up, she exclaimed, &#8220;Oh, that&#8217;s my favorite! It&#8217;s completely anatomically correct, you know. Love is UGLY.&#8221; I still regret not buying it, thinking (stupidly) that I needed money to feed myself.</p>
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		<title>By: Jane</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 15:58:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It was a sign- I am sure someone will read this and act on the imPULSE.
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		<title>By: Lavinia Greenlaw</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lavinia Greenlaw</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 22:05:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;I walked through a human heart as a child.&quot; Mary Meriam, thank you. You&#039;ve given me an image of a different aspect of my problem. In the post I talked about my susceptibility to the simple shape but what your memory brings to mind is the effects of all this wonderfully mobile but virtual visual experience. When John Locke came to write in the late C17th about the view under the microscope, he invoked alienation, warning that being able to ‘come nearer to the discovery of the texture and motion of the minute parts of corporeal things’ would place the viewer ‘in quite a different world from other people: nothing would appear the same to him and others.&#039; So what happens now that everyone is in that different world?
And what is happening in poetry to our idea and experience of the image because of all this?
Jonathan Crary, in Techniques of the Observer: ‘If there is in fact an ongoing mutation in the nature of visuality, what forms or modes are being left behind? What kind of break is it? At the same time, what are the elements of continuity that link contemporary imagery with older organizations of the visual?’
Or bringing it home,  Williams: &#039;What are those fuzzy things out there?&#039;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I walked through a human heart as a child.&#8221; Mary Meriam, thank you. You&#8217;ve given me an image of a different aspect of my problem. In the post I talked about my susceptibility to the simple shape but what your memory brings to mind is the effects of all this wonderfully mobile but virtual visual experience. When John Locke came to write in the late C17th about the view under the microscope, he invoked alienation, warning that being able to ‘come nearer to the discovery of the texture and motion of the minute parts of corporeal things’ would place the viewer ‘in quite a different world from other people: nothing would appear the same to him and others.&#8217; So what happens now that everyone is in that different world?<br />
And what is happening in poetry to our idea and experience of the image because of all this?<br />
Jonathan Crary, in Techniques of the Observer: ‘If there is in fact an ongoing mutation in the nature of visuality, what forms or modes are being left behind? What kind of break is it? At the same time, what are the elements of continuity that link contemporary imagery with older organizations of the visual?’<br />
Or bringing it home,  Williams: &#8216;What are those fuzzy things out there?&#8217;</p>
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		<title>By: Mary Meriam</title>
		<link>http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/11/the-plain-shape-of-things/#comment-6208</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary Meriam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 12:46:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I walked through a human heart as a child. It was in Philadelphia, at a science museum. There were stairs. There was a loud heartbeat sound. I was alone and a little nervous. That&#039;s all I remember.
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		<title>By: Jordan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jordan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 11:43:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Theresa Muller of Philadelphia creates life-sized replicas of the human heart made out of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.chocolatebymueller.com/images/ripley.jpg&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;chocolate&lt;/a&gt;.
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