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	<title>Comments on: NPM2009: Prompt 11</title>
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	<description>Inquiry &#38; Reflection for Better Learning</description>
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		<title>By: Ed Webb</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ed Webb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 01:10:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The ordinary
and extraordinary
are a breath apart

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ed Webbs last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://the-ed-rush.blogspot.com/2009/04/waltz-with-bashir.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Waltz With Bashir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The ordinary<br />
and extraordinary<br />
are a breath apart</p>
<p><abbr><em>Ed Webbs last blog post..<a href="http://the-ed-rush.blogspot.com/2009/04/waltz-with-bashir.html" rel="nofollow">Waltz With Bashir</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Ken Allan</title>
		<link>http://budtheteacher.com/blog/2009/04/11/npm2009-prompt-11-2/comment-page-1/#comment-2378</link>
		<dc:creator>Ken Allan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 21:47:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>
Whatever can a poet do when lost
For inspiration
When all the trite ideas
Flow instead of innovation?
But the cost
That I have met in seeking some release
From this
Is to write as I had planned
In double rhyme, O how remiss!
My plight
Is not too easy, I am sure that any hand
Would pale:
So much better to begin to write
And hope the words prevail;
And so to pit
With this strange ode I&#039;ve tried to keep things bright,
Toiled on through half the day with it
(And half-way through the night);
Still here&#039;s a verse!
I&#039;ll finish and put down this weary pen,
Then think of themes still more diverse
. . . And so begin again!


&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken Allans last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://newmiddle-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-learnt-from-community.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;What Is Learnt From Community?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Whatever can a poet do when lost<br />
For inspiration<br />
When all the trite ideas<br />
Flow instead of innovation?<br />
But the cost<br />
That I have met in seeking some release<br />
From this<br />
Is to write as I had planned<br />
In double rhyme, O how remiss!<br />
My plight<br />
Is not too easy, I am sure that any hand<br />
Would pale:<br />
So much better to begin to write<br />
And hope the words prevail;<br />
And so to pit<br />
With this strange ode I&#8217;ve tried to keep things bright,<br />
Toiled on through half the day with it<br />
(And half-way through the night);<br />
Still here&#8217;s a verse!<br />
I&#8217;ll finish and put down this weary pen,<br />
Then think of themes still more diverse<br />
. . . And so begin again!</p>
<p><abbr><em>Ken Allans last blog post..<a href="http://newmiddle-earth.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-learnt-from-community.html" rel="nofollow">What Is Learnt From Community?</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Kevin Hodgson</title>
		<link>http://budtheteacher.com/blog/2009/04/11/npm2009-prompt-11-2/comment-page-1/#comment-2372</link>
		<dc:creator>Kevin Hodgson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 10:04:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ordinary/Extraordinary

To be The Hyperlink,
I must move through the air,
pushing beneath the wires
by crawling into the data stream.
I open up the port and descend,
elbowing the flotsam and jetsam of
emails and twitters and blog posts
and pictures and music and video
and other drivel out the way,
clearing the path straight into the heart
of the information.
Superheroes don&#039;t come easy in this world
of greedy bankers
and selfish athletes
and condescending politicians;
No one believes in the unknown anymore;
No one can see beyond what their eyes reveal
in the moment before them.
We are all surface, no depth.
But I believe,
and my powers of associative insight
knit the physical and the virtual worlds together
so that one seamlessly shifts the other
and the ordinary is transformed into
the extraordinary,
and in that moment, I am alive.

Listen to the poem: http://www.box.net/shared/static/2jcpbol50c.mp3

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2009/04/10/teaching-the-new-writing-book-project/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Teaching the New Writing (book project)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ordinary/Extraordinary</p>
<p>To be The Hyperlink,<br />
I must move through the air,<br />
pushing beneath the wires<br />
by crawling into the data stream.<br />
I open up the port and descend,<br />
elbowing the flotsam and jetsam of<br />
emails and twitters and blog posts<br />
and pictures and music and video<br />
and other drivel out the way,<br />
clearing the path straight into the heart<br />
of the information.<br />
Superheroes don&#8217;t come easy in this world<br />
of greedy bankers<br />
and selfish athletes<br />
and condescending politicians;<br />
No one believes in the unknown anymore;<br />
No one can see beyond what their eyes reveal<br />
in the moment before them.<br />
We are all surface, no depth.<br />
But I believe,<br />
and my powers of associative insight<br />
knit the physical and the virtual worlds together<br />
so that one seamlessly shifts the other<br />
and the ordinary is transformed into<br />
the extraordinary,<br />
and in that moment, I am alive.</p>
<p>Listen to the poem: <a href="http://www.box.net/shared/static/2jcpbol50c.mp3" rel="nofollow">http://www.box.net/shared/static/2jcpbol50c.mp3</a></p>
<p><abbr><em>Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..<a href="http://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2009/04/10/teaching-the-new-writing-book-project/" rel="nofollow">Teaching the New Writing (book project)</a></em></abbr></p>
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