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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Fri, 12 Mar 2010 06:11:33 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>blog</title><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/</link><description></description><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 19:08:29 +0000</lastBuildDate><copyright></copyright><language>en-US</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>Advice to writers</title><category>Billy</category><category>Collins</category><category>poetry</category><dc:creator>Bas Brinkman</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 19:06:37 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/2010/3/4/advice-to-writers.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">327882:3446219:6907379</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Even if it keeps you up all night,<br />wash down the walls and scrub the floor<br />of your study before composing a syllable.</p>
<p>Clean the place as if the Pope were on his way.<br />Spotlessness is the niece of inspiration.</p>
<p>The more you clean, the more brilliant<br />your writing will be, so do not hesitate to take<br />to the open fields to scour the undersides<br />of rocks or swab in the dark forest<br />upper branches, nests full of eggs.</p>
<p>When you fiind your way back home<br />and stow the sponges and brushes under the sink,<br />you will behold in the light of dawn<br />the immaculate altar of your desk,<br />a clean surface in the middle of a clean world.</p>
<p>From a small vase, sparkling blue, lift<br />a yellow pencil, the sharpest of the bouquet,<br />and cover pages with tiny sentences<br />like long rows of devoted ants<br />that followed you in from the woods.</p>
<p>Billy Collins</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/rss-comments-entry-6907379.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Delphine Lecompte</title><category>poetry</category><dc:creator>Bas Brinkman</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 15:16:24 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/2010/3/1/delphine-lecompte.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">327882:3446219:6875098</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;Mijn hoofd, mijn huis<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ik was te lang in mijn hoofd gebleven<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;ik kwam spoken tegen<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;ze leken op jou en daarna op mijn moeder<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;je trok aan mijn sjaal<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;en toen waren we buiten<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;uit mijn hoofd, mijn huis.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Het dorp was verlaten<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;de avond wilde zo graag vallen<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;de nachtvogels losten de dagvogels af<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;je streelde mijn borsten en klaagde<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;over je zoon die te groot is geworden om zoon te zijn.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We gingen een herberg binnen<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;scheve neuzen en lodderogen begroetten ons<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'ik heb nergens spijt van'<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;hoorde ik een oude vrouw fluisteren<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in mijn hoofd, mijn huis.<br /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Delphine Lecompte (1978)<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;uit: De dieren in mij (2009)</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/rss-comments-entry-6875098.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Movie review: The Daybreakers suck</title><category>dafoe</category><category>daybreakers</category><category>hawke</category><category>i like to watch</category><dc:creator>Bas Brinkman</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 21:34:45 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/2010/2/24/movie-review-the-daybreakers-suck.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">327882:3446219:6821429</guid><description><![CDATA[<h2>when a writer is tired</h2>
<p>The Daybreaker has a strong cast. A good idea. Some political pun. And then the plot goes wrong. Sad when you think of it, the problems in this narration were not necessary, they stem from a writer&rsquo;s &lsquo;easy way out&rsquo;. It does have a lot of blood though, and intestines flying around. That is good. And Ethan Hawk without reflection in the mirror. Also good.</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/rss-comments-entry-6821429.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>DDB agrees with me. On Transmedia.</title><category>arg</category><category>ddb</category><category>event</category><category>game</category><category>transmedia</category><dc:creator>Bas Brinkman</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 19:36:22 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/2010/2/15/ddb-agrees-with-me-on-transmedia.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">327882:3446219:6701408</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Ah. Now it's official. DDB agrees. Let's see if transmedia can be sold outside narrative products (film, television) to which it really is just an extension. Because frankly, The Art of the H3ist is getting a bit old...</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/rss-comments-entry-6701408.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>De camembertmethode</title><category>Arns</category><category>Frouke</category><category>poetry</category><dc:creator>Bas Brinkman</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 20:32:33 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/2010/2/1/de-camembertmethode.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">327882:3446219:6522425</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Wakker. In een bed vol slaap.<br />Waarin ik gedachten wegwoel, zoals ik vroeger<br />in zee een gat wilde scheppen. Met meisjeshanden<br />en vrouwendenken: misschien weer niet genoeg<br />mijn best gedaan.<br /><br />Of vermoeden dat ik camembert ben. Zachtrond<br />en melkwit op temperatuur lig te komen tussen de<br />lakens van klamme gedachten. Langzaam uitlopen.<br />Honger krijgen van de metafoor en dan<br />de koelkast leegroven.<br /><br />Het z&oacute; graag willen grijpen, woorden voor wat<br />niet wil gaan slapen. Woorden voor het oude gat<br />in het water waarin ik nooit kon verdwijnen.<br />Naast mij een gedicht in diepe rust,<br />begint zachtjes te snurken.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://frouke-arns.blogspot.com/">&nbsp;Frouke Arns (1964)</a></p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/rss-comments-entry-6522425.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>giraf</title><category>draw</category><dc:creator>Bas Brinkman</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 06:19:57 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/2010/1/17/giraf.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">327882:3446219:6349707</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2Fpost-images%2Fgiraffe_d.png%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1263709471428',1150,745);"><img src="http://www.untamedsoul.com/storage/thumbnails/3446218-5406995-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263709471433" alt="" /></a></span></span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/rss-comments-entry-6349707.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>mouse</title><category>draw</category><dc:creator>Bas Brinkman</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 06:05:36 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/2010/1/11/mouse.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">327882:3446219:6289047</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.untamedsoul.com/storage/post-images/mouse.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263189957682" alt="" /></span></span></p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/rss-comments-entry-6289047.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Game Poetry</title><category>Every day the same dream</category><category>game</category><dc:creator>Bas Brinkman</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:17:51 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/2010/1/2/game-poetry.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">327882:3446219:6200425</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><a class="offsite-link-inline" title="Every day the same dream" href="http://www.molleindustria.org/everydaythesamedream/everydaythesamedream.html#" target="_blank">A beautiful poetic game.</a></p>
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<p>"In Molleindustria's&nbsp;<em>Every Day the Same Dream</em>, you play as a white-collar worker who goes through the same routine of driving to the office daily, but deep down inside his soul he harbours a yearning to take the path less travelled. This is where the story begins, as players try to figure out ways to break away from the monotony of adulthood life.&nbsp;<em>Every Day the Same Dream</em>&nbsp;was made in under a week for the Experimental Gameplay Project's art game theme."</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/rss-comments-entry-6200425.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>mbhb #2</title><category>mbhb</category><dc:creator>Bas Brinkman</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 01:58:55 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/2010/1/1/mbhb-2.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">327882:3446219:6193980</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2Fpost-images%2Fmbhb_02.png%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1262397917520',768,1024);"><img src="http://www.untamedsoul.com/storage/thumbnails/3446218-5218401-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262397917523" alt="" /></a></span></span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/rss-comments-entry-6193980.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>mbhb #1</title><category>mbhb</category><dc:creator>Bas Brinkman</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 01:18:58 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/2009/12/31/mbhb-1.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">327882:3446219:6183876</guid><description><![CDATA[<p><span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2Fpost-images%2Fmbhb_01.png%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1262308806972',609,945);"><img src="http://www.untamedsoul.com/storage/thumbnails/3446218-5212371-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262308806976" alt="" /></a></span></span></p>
<p>That picture isn't mine. <a href="http://www.lejoker.fr">Chantelle Dosser</a> made it.</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.untamedsoul.com/untamed-blog/rss-comments-entry-6183876.xml</wfw:commentRss></item></channel></rss>