sw00348v-11.poem9

Venturings



U

    with thanks to Ron Silliman



poets          of the final line

poets          of the grand gesture

poets          of the silence within

poets          of the raucous now


Aaaa        Oooo
     i              e
                    i              a              o
Aaaa        Oooo
     i              e
                    i              a

Aaaa        Oooo
     i              e
                    i              a              o
Aaaa        Oooo
     i              e
                    i              a
                                   i              e
                                                  i              a
                                                                 i              e
                                                                                i              Aaaaaaaaaa



                                                           7:51 pm  -  April 24, 2007
                                                           Brian Salchert


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 [ some personal/ history notes:
   -
    As I do not presently drive, and may never drive again, and have
    relocated to be near family, one of my sisters takes me wherever
    I need to go.  Yesterday, one of those places was the library we
    use.  There she dropped me off, and I went inside to return one
    book and check out another which was on hold for me.  That book
    was Ron Silliman's The New Sentence.  My sister had gone to the
    nearby Big Lots.  I walked over to there and took a searching
    amble through the store, and then went out and sat on a black
    metal bench, which was not comfortable for me, but I wanted 
    to start reading Mr. Silliman's book.  When I read the "English 
    language translation of a Fox tribe sweatbath poem" I immediately
    knew something would be afoot in my underground brain.  While I
    was writing the above on a sheet from a legal pad, thunderstorms
    were passing through, more of which are forecast for today.
    -
    In the 1990's I was a night auditor at the University Center H. I.
    in Gainesville, Florida--a city I lived in for over twenty-four years--  
    and for a while during those 90's years I used to carry on jibberish
    conversations with an employee who was the 2nd shift supervisor.
    They had a relaxing effect on us.
    -
    Also, during those years--or possibly before--I did write a poem
    which is totally phonetic, and which I thought had no real words 
    in it other than words such as "o".  I may append it. ] 




-
Brian A. J. Salchert