June 2007 Tuesday To the god Tiew Tuesday belongs and in my calendar Tiew's day is two's day too while the warriors wrangle about what's next, dreaming of witches and dragon lairs. By the end of time, if end there is, there'll be floating museums heavy with cases of wizards' teeth. Conception, conception, rack and rum, the planets carom through galaxies. In their brazen fires, eyes aglow, the warriors howl: Karagh! / Karagh! for Tiew's / dread sword. Famous Men of the Middle Ages: Introduction Brian A. J. Salchert
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Saturday, June 30, 2007
sw00527june-poem85.tuesday
sw00526june-poem84.monday
June 2007 Monday So Monday is day one. That's all right. The moon's full, though we are not quite sure full of what. No matter, since the ghosts from my past have not yet decided about me when to do . . . I even may escape their approach, be defunct, a gone thing, an urned ash colony the night their smiling knives slice my bunk. for information about each day's name Brian A. J. Salchert
Friday, June 29, 2007
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June 2007 z
zebra zoo zonk zoom zeal zillions zinc zone zowie ziggurat zither zephyr zing zip zap zilch zero zee
Niedecker on Zukofsky's A Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 y
yellow yawp yang yin yip yes youth yonder you yard yarn yields year yacht yipes yank yeast yodel
W. B. Yeats Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 x
xylene xylophagous xebec xenophobe xylan xylose xylidine xanthone x-ray xiradiation xenon xylophone xylography xerography xenolith xerophyte xylem xylitol
UbuWeb Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 w
wisdom wacky wall will womb wonder wander widely wild whipped wash water wimple was welt wrong willow warbler
The Walt Whitman Archive - read Conditions of use Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 v
victorious vibrant vicious virtuous vim vortex vital vagrant vane village vespers valley volent vocal vapid vat victuals varmints
Paul Valéry - also read about poetry magic and what is poetry? pages Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 u
umber union ultra ulterior usable underwear us utterly uncle underling utmost utility upper utterance undo umpire unguent upstream
Ukranian Poetry Library Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 t
treble trouble true tramp tractor trail tarmac torrent toadstool tavern tusk tip tuba tomb terrier trenchant toss tern
Dylan Thomas Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 s
silly selections seal slit slippery sea sewage salvage salmon sardines sergeant superior stupid stick somnolent snappy sails swallow
The Wallace Stevens Journal Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 r
resilient residue restaurant rhomboid rattles rings rhizome red root roof rampart rustic read right round rectangular restive roseate
Rimbaud Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 q
quick quaint quirky quarters quandary question quark quasar quite quiet quit quince quill quest quibble quack query queer
quintessential poets surprise Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 p
plastic patrons petroleum petrified permanence puff pulley prong parsnip peppermint pool playground pants puppy piles prunes puberty poetry
Pushkin Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 o
obscure obsolete odious odd oblong object orient oxidize oh obviously obdurate open oboe orchestra ominous omnipotent ox oriole
George Oppen Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 n
noun never negligent ninny nymph neophyte new nebulous numbers natural nuance nasty nascent nameable noise nothing nerd neon
Pablo Neruda Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 m
mastedon mountain mound mystery mingle mangle mandible merchant musty man merciful mercenary meaning moaning might may master monk
Stéphane Mallarmé Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 l
list lumber lust lost log limb lighthouse lightning lively liquid loose liver lumpy lanquid language linker loopy limpid
Lorca Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 k
kink kayak krill kombu kale koan keel kid killer kick kosher kohlrabi key keeper kilometer kingdom kite kestrel
Keats Brian A. J. Salchert
Thursday, June 28, 2007
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June 2007 j
joke jingle jagged justice jumble jacks jelly juicy jam jar jargon jump jungle jay jostle jimmy jig jaunty
Robinson Jeffers Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 i
idiot idolator instant ice island itinerary item ink illusion invasion imp idea idiom insert insurgent insolent irritable intestines
David Ignatow Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 h
high hell hostile humble hysteria hardened hamper hurry helium hang horrid humor health hot hospital hernia huge harrier
Lyn Hejinian Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 g
gorgeous geography gremlin grumpy giggle gaggle goofy game gosh gee garbage gladly grin go got grotto great gabber
Ginsberg Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 f
fight flee fast forward far flung filter flood firm flimsy fart finder futile fishy fin fan fortuitous festivity
female poets Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 e
efficient enema extraordinary easily exiguous examine eclogue echo ephemeral eternity escalator elevator every estuary eat edibles emerald enlightenment
T. S. Eliot Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 d
dichotomous divergent dreamer doodler double drifter durable demise dromedary distant dead dirigible drastic duty day dial
Emily Dickinson Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 c
cat cow colony commune corporation corpuscle constituent cage cambium character caution celerity celery carrot cab cabin carpentry carvings
Hart Crane Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 b
baseball bartering bath bar brilliant bumble budding bureaucrat blemish blister brainstorm basic bandage bondage bop bat barrister bugler
John Berryman Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 a
aluminum Alzheimer's alluvium alacrity acidic ambergris ambient attentive attenuate agitate anger agape atom annihilate agrarian abundance arbor avian
W. H. Auden Brian A. J. Salchert
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
sw00499june-poem57.in
June 2007 In the womb of silence the heart begins the whirls of ought the hulls of time Pure Silence Brian A. J. Salchert
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
sw00498june-poem56.sometimes
June 2007 Sometimes the most important thing you can say is that thing you do not say. Do a Badiou search. - Brian A. J. Salchert
Monday, June 25, 2007
sw00497june-poem55.justincase
June 2007 Just in case I am a nothing who always was and now is and ever shall be I caution you: walk beyond Do a being eternal search. - Brian A. J. Salchert
Thursday, June 21, 2007
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June 2007
J D diamond pitcher's mound three white bases running lanes home plate rare color gleams sharp age-hard diamond
some poetic forms and superb links Brian A. J. Salchert
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
sw00495june-poem53.death
June 2007 Death New moment cardinal whistles robin trills machine noises Each new moment the final moment of my pulsing is one moment less Beauteous monitor CPU scanner mouse surge protector high-speed card adjutant modem required connections wacky keyboard Instantaneously worlds flash beckon me attend my will Some I snub some chug some savor some address I survive what I get whether or not my presence is cheered or good-riddens ignored DyingWell.org Brian A. J. Salchert
Monday, June 18, 2007
sw00494june-poem52.rant
June 2007
Rant This is the
S T P O on which I stand § This is the s t p o into which I disappear § This is the S T P O This is the S T P O This is the S T P O H E E R H E E R H E E R H E E R And? And. § This is the S T P O s t p o s t p o s t p o
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ian Hamilton Finlayobituary in The Guardian Brian A. J. Salchert
Sunday, June 17, 2007
sw00493june-poem51.infp
June 2007 INFP Early in my childhood one inscrutable summer I obtained a white box which fit easily in my palm. I imagined it a magic box, and placed in it narrow curlicued paper strips and various tiny things, all of which became magic because of where they were. And then a magic name appeared, a name that held me by its sound, and yet a name that puzzled me. There are numbers in my life which have a charged significance, and in that name is one of them. Only in this century did its importance resonate in the mystery of my being, and to this day continues to. I know not what to say of it. It is, it is, it is, it is. Rhodingeedaddee was that word, and this is poem 51, and this is June-day 17, and the Greek rho has a trilled r, and its characters equal 3, and its place in its alphabet is 17, and what times what = 51? For all that I find difficult in the realms of faith and hope and love, I do not believe in coincidence. Too many inexplicable events have marked the measure of my days for me to deny the truths therein or speak of them as happenstance. excellent personality information site - read use notice Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00492june-poem50.ziptour
June 2007 Zip Tour From Attu Island in the far west, largest in the Aleutian chain, up through the Bering Sea to Point Barrow in the far north, then eastward to Prudhoe Bay and downward into Fairbanks, the mosquito kingdom, to the sacred Denali to Anchorage, the trembled one and yet most populous, to Juneau, the capital, nestled in the panhandle, to the lobster claws round Ketchikan, gateway to galaxies, that rangy vatic jolly folly, our Atlas named Alaska. Alaska Writers LitSite Alaska Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00491june-poem49.ohyes
June 2007 Oh Yes A voice in the wilderness is still a voice no matter how still in the wilderness that voice is: so sayeth the hermit thrush. And then there was this vagabond dallying from pond to pond alone alone alone alone all shakes and shivers at the bone who one day in the core of his head said insularity breeds hilarity; so off he went: to linkit town. Hawaii State Library System Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00490piksc-links.entry17
links to Sprintedon Hollow photos * [ last modified: 2008-10-17 ] 1 3 views of a bush in Springfield, Missouri [2007-06-13] - 2 under ice / reviving: trees in Sgfd., MO [2007-06-17] - 3 trees, weed, bag in Sgfd, MO [2007-07-09] - 4 'tis I [2007-07-09] - 5 tissue ghost [2007-09-14] - 6 clouds [2008-01-05] - 7 leaf cone yard [2008-01-05] - 8 photo thru bedroom window of sturdy bush sheathed in ice [2008-01-05] - 9 drink dispensers [2008-01-05] - 10 one blooming tree attended by two evergreens [2008-02-04] - 11 bird design (scan of a drawing based on haphazard curves) [2008-02-08] - 12 yard / leaves / snow [2008-02-24] - 13 white yard [2008-02-24] - 14 blossoms - see also sw00885d/crowded-day-yesterday [2008-05-13] - 15 trees and sky view [2008-05-16] - 16 Memorial Day wall sun [2008-05-26] - 17 dandelions in heavy grasses [2008-05-31] - 18 cover of little magazine Saltillo [2008-06-03] - 19 me reading at Wisconsin Men's Penitentiary [2008-06-16] - 20 Humans Being song lyrics (and thoughts) [2008-08-24] - - Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00489piks-sgfd.mo.trees
In January of 2007, Springfield, MO, endured a horrid ice storm. Above are 3 photos. The bottom one shows trees under ice. Warmer days allowed these trees to green and bloom. To see an enlarged picture, click the one here. Brian A. J. Salchert
Saturday, June 16, 2007
sw00488june-poem48.acceptance
June 2007 Acceptance Before the day and after the day the robin trills, pleased to be in what wherever his being is. Oregon State Poetry Association Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00487june-poem47.ahha
June 2007 Ah ha you pungent nasty nasturtium, herb with edible seeds and leaves, and you, peony, whose eyes won't open without the antiphonal indulgences of ants; and oh, you, long-praised mystical bloom, here this hour succumbing to aphids, brandisher of useless thorns. Washington Poets Garden Pests information from WSU's Whatcom County Extension Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00486june-poem46.andsoif
June 2007 And so if you think I've lost it or haven't found it or walked around it or maybe tossed it, you could be right. I know I am left-- so mere in heft-- not even a bite. Nevada Arts Council - Literary Resources Brian A. J. Salchert
Friday, June 15, 2007
sw00485june-poem45.nine
June 2007 Nine All this is so sublime I'm glad that I'm California Authors/Writers Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 Eight a clock and she's been ticking ever since Arizona Authors Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 Seven When the cow died the mockingbird mooed League of Utah Writers Brian A. J. Salchert
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June 2007 Six slickers slickly sickled sixty sticky stickers Idaho Writers League Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00481june-poem41.five
June 2007 Five after five after five after Montana Center for the Book Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00480june-poem40.four
June 2007 Four yesterday today tomorrow and Wyoming State Parks and Cultural Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00478june-poem38.two
June 2007 Two an orange like a grapefruit New Mexico Poets Brian A. J. Salchert
Thursday, June 14, 2007
sw00476june-poem36.so
June 2007 So competence resides in the poem as a thought needle for an in- tricate weav- ing, alert to each turn, a bend- able tool that ca- resses threads. Kansas Poets Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00475june-poem35.see
June 2007 See This is where. Where what? Whatever wants. Wants? Don't you? What of? Wouldn't you when? When?! Who does. Why? Why not? There's no need. Windows? Cover them. Not here. Creighton University English Brian A. J. Salchert
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
sw00473june-poem34.point
June 2007 Point a simple walk never is a simple walk a step ahead never is a step ahead a foot secure never is a foot secure a place to stand never is a place to stand never is forever is never is South Dakota Literary Map Brian A. J. Salchert
Monday, June 11, 2007
sw00472june-poem33.mythic
June 2007 Mythic When I was a child, children said: the dragonfly is a darning needle that can sew your mouth shut. Beware of it. The University of North Dakota Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00471june-poem32.instructions
June 2007 Instructions Do not try to keep up with me; we might both die in the pursuit thereof. The ways I move come from some Other, and that Other me alone/ protects. - Stand watch softly bury this hollowed-bones apparition League of Minnesota Poets Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00470june-poem31.obi
June 2007 On Being Ignored Praise the Lord. Iowa Poetry Association Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00469june-poem30.paean
June 2007 Paean This is a poem to each of you I cannot find. This is a poem to each of you who/ will never see it, or hear it, or touch it. This is a poem to the primacy of anguish. This is a poem that is not a poem, or might have been, or may yet be. This is. Missouri Center for the Book Brian A. J. Salchert
Sunday, June 10, 2007
sw00468june-poem29.triplets
June 2007 Triplets (from a neutered old gay) For all the ways from the ü'ed to the urned I've shown a mood, I, essentially, yet conclude in the School of Quietude I walk newed so as not to obtrude. Am I lewd? Am I rude? Do I share my food? From wombs of silence urgently brood words to be fed, pinked, blued, ragged, rugged, delicate, demure, cooed no matter how they're ripped, glued, struck at angles some deem crude, muddled, scuttled; in their own realms zooed. Arkansas Literary Forum Brian A. J. Salchert Avoiding the Muse slavivious
sw00467june-poem28.raisond'etre
June 2007 Raison d'etre Tyranny tear in eye tear in I terror - why? tier an E Humanities Texas Brian A. J. Salchert
Saturday, June 9, 2007
sw00466june-poem27.whatever
Junr 2007 Whatever incandescent idiocies of elaborate incidents cellular celerities of caucazoid castigations lurid labyrinths of lobotomous lunatics bottomless belligerence of bounding baseballs tangible tenacities of tentacled terrorists alluring alliances of alluvial avians spangled spectacles of syncopated sparklers Louisiana Humanities Council Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00465june-poem26.tired
June 2007 Tired My body's ailments, mild as they are, are sanding me out; and all because they are so persistent I just want to die. Drop it, Universe, I am going to live; and I know why. I am troubled beyond all comprehension. Rain on my drought. Illinois State Poetry Society Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00464june-poem25.green
June 2007 Green In the RGB hive the pure shades of green are 255, zero green being black. What name shall we give each of these shades that behind a number masquerades, zero green being black? What color call green 252? We know it isn't a shade of blue, zero green being black. Let 252 be its name. That way no one will bear blame, zero green being black. Wisconsin Author Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00463june-poem24.conclusions
June 2007 Conclusions I have a sense that death is whispering in my ear I have a sense that life is bristling through my fear I have a sense I have no sense to offer here Michigan History, Arts and Libraries Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00462june-poem23.siblings
June 2007 Siblings First, Judson: briefly alive: difficult demise. Then about 8 years later: me. Then the eldest of my two sisters. And then, leisurely, the youngest. Then 10 years, date on from my eldest sister: another brother. Writers' Center of Indiana Brian A. J. Salchert
Friday, June 8, 2007
sw00461june-poem22.crave
June 2007 Crave Dark dark chocolate chips I keep nearby, but I do not care for chocolate pie. Oh for an ice cream that's totally mint with no other flavors swaddled in it. So what in tarnation--my dad would say-- can I do? Buy c c mint. Open. Play. Ohioana Library Association Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00460o-Internet.decorum
[ last modified: 2007-06-10 ] Opinion Five Internet Decorum Thoughts or (opinion Internet Usage Notes) 1) Mistakes abound. Even if one produces an errorless manuscript, the chances are high that in the process of placing it online errors will be made: letters or words will be left out, transposed, or put in the wrong places / punctuation marks will be incorrect. 2) Someone gives a name to a style of writing, or of whatever, and your style of writing, or of whatever, happens to abide therein. Until you can find a better name for your creative style, don't be angered by it. Wear it as a badge of honor, or just ignore it. 3) The idea that in the creative arts only the newest is the truest, that older ways are spent ways, is a power stance which under- mines that idea. There isn't a final way to use words, or colors, or sounds, or ______, or ______. There are, however, examples which approach perfection. Every use of a language (e.g., the one I am using here) is intimately bound to the state of that language at the time of use. English is presently an amorphous, volatile language which is showing no signs of solidifying other than via certain computer programs and high-end usage books. During the years Shakespeare wrote, the state of the English language was a zenith state. Shakespeare interiorized and moulded it. 4) Because I am highly eclectic, because my subconscious allows me to write in any style and even at times forces me to invent a style, I have had firsthand experiences that proved to me why one conception requires a marked conjunctiveness while another requires a marked disjunctiveness. Further: I am a natural risk- taker. Too often (sadly) I have lacked an attendant wisdom. In his 1974 Ketjak Silliman wrote these three consecutive "sentences": What if these words don't mean what I believe they do. Crash city. It is or is not your cup of tea. Luckily (as well as unluckily) for me: I do not have a cup of tea. 5) The late Stanley Kunitz believed poems came as a blessing. A position I/ tend to agree with. Implicit in that position is that the receiver (the poet) must proceed by the rules each such blessing imposes. To say the blessings I receive are better than those you receive is to deny you your right to be who you are. When I read a poem I try to appreciate it on its own terms. Just because a par- ticular creative act is difficult for me to appreciate does not mean it is not worthy of being appreciated. This is not to say I am with- out standards. Many poets in the last century and in this century have subconsciouses attuned to jazz. My subconscious is not. Should I, therefore, denigrate them; or they, therefore, denigrate me. Marvin Bell has said: "Shame on better poets who belittle lesser poets." Even if I here have misquoted a tad what he said, I know I have the gist of it right. I thank him for it, and praise him. Adorno from the SEP Brian A. J. Salchert
Thursday, June 7, 2007
sw00459june-poem21.downup
June 2007 [ For about two weeks a brief somewhat humorous performance poem has been in my head. Of the numerous times I've performed it there, none has been an exact repeat of any other. I make extensive hand and arm motions whenever I imagine myself doing it. It is not a piece which belongs on a page, but this entry will be an attempt to show it. It is essentially tonal. If I present it well enough, its modulations may come through. There are 2 voices in it, with the 2nd voice being the major voice, a voice which is trying to raise the mood of the 1st voice. If anyone reading this wants to attempt to perform it, go ahead. Just let it be known where the online version of it is. Spacing represents pauses. Repeated letters indicate the length of time a related sound should be held. For instance, "ahhhhhh" would be "ah" held 6 times as long. There is, however, no absolute requirement. My main hope is you will be able to get the feel of it from how I reveal it. Open field theory applies here. ] Down Up FIRST VOICE Aboogudah. Aboogudah aboogudah aboogudah. SECOND VOICE Aboogudah? Nay. Ahh heeyee. Ah ree dah do dah dee dah ree ah ree dah do dah dee dah ree ah ree dah do dah dee dah yee ah ree dah do dah dee dah yii lah lah ah ah lah lah ah ah dah ah dah ah ah yee ah dee ah yee ah dee dah ah dah ah ah yee ah dee ah yee ah dee ah yee ah yiiiiii ohwah ohwah ohwah ohwah hooo hooo hooo hooo hooo wee dee wee ahh wee dee wee eee yeahah yeahah ahhhhhh yahhhhhh Arringadah arringadah arringadah ringadah ringadah ee ee ii ii ee ee ii ii oohooh oohooh oohooh oohooh lahhh lahhh lahhh lahhh yeee yeee yeee yeee iiii iiii ahhhhhhhh Arringadah FIRST VOICE Aboogadah. Kentucky State Poetry Society Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00457june-poem19.gift
June 2007 Gift Assigning each a space to search, we children combed that weedy lot with riffling hands, shoed feet. Then I remembered Anthony, patron saint of items lost. Soon thereafter: "Here! Is this it?" Returning her ring as all came near, I thanked the holy for his aid; then lost myself where we played. Mississippi Humanities Brian A. J. Salchert
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
sw00456june-poem18.thinknot
June 2007 Think Not, Thin Knot There is an e-mail in my soul I dare not read until I'm dead. An angel wrote it orbs ago When I was squired to Galahad. The mysteries that are my life Relentlessly befuddle me Who in this artificial light Embeds his heart in vales of dream. Think not, thin knot, of who you were Or who today you might have been; But only that you ever are Each moment you're suspended in. Attend what passes; nothing else; For there alone is time restrained, And there alone those realms of wealth Beyond the questings of your brain. Alabama Writers' Forum for copyright information see homepage Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00455june-poem17.therefore
June 2007 Therefore, be that as it may that as it may be as it may be that it may be that as may be that as it Florida Humanities Council - - - Read this John Hollander statement on Wallace Stevens to know what inspired my "Therefore," above. Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00454june-poem16.questionsoffaith
June 2007 Questions of Faith Your will Your will Your will Your will Your will Your will If I but knew With surer assurance what is true About the tomb About the hill Georgia Humanities Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00453june-poem15.control
June 2007 Control A feral cat's temper in me hides: aloof, alert, abusive, grave. When it shows, it/ starkly presides. Day after day I remain its slave. South Carolina State Library Brian A. J. Salchert
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
sw00452june-poem14.pushon
June 2007 Push On I will be around for as long as the Universe wants me to be, which means that I this very second could be gone. What can I say? Nothing. I am not the final master/ of my/ continuance, unless I choose to murder me. There is a quirky thank you prayer I one day wrote, and often think through, which even in my minus moments carries me. North Carolina Humanities Council Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00451june-poem13.told
June 2007 Told When I was swallowed by the whale, I placed my head upon its gut, And cried until I could no more. Whereon our God sent angels five To tell me where my fate was for. So I among you, whole, alive, A man coughed out from that rude jail, Pronounce this why, and when, and what. Library of Virginia Brian A. J. Salchert
Monday, June 4, 2007
sw00450june-poem12.bling
June 2007 Bling Tinker, tinker, 'it'l' toy, Once I was a widow boy; Then I was a wimpy man; Now I'm going back again. Soon I will be oh so small You won't see me here at all. West Virginia Writers Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00449june-poem11.icghosts
June 2007 Intuition's Clinging Ghosts There are things/ I know of Which rage and rack against the walls Of this cavern high among The Mounds of Death on moonless nights. I have divulged some bits of them But they are hearsay in this land, These things whose hauntings will not end Because I let myself believe That I could have forestalled their days Even if I could not have. Maryland Humanities Council Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00448june-poem10.dictums
June 2007 Dictums Write with delight so that your spite bites the night. Sing with a fling so that your sting dings a ring. Speak tongue-in-cheek so that your shriek freaks oblique. Penn Writers Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00447june-poem09.itin
June 2007 In the Immortal Night nothing behind nor to the front to the left or the right themselves only enlightenment creation love Delaware Arts Brian A. J. Salchert
Sunday, June 3, 2007
sw00446june-poem08.abouttime
June 2007 About Time And where do I go from here? Or is that the wrong question. And where did I go from here? To where I am, or was, or might yet be. New Jersey Arts Council Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00445june-poem07.andwhoisgod
June 2007 And Who Is God? There was a moment when I did placard Balance but now I am not certain that is where I am The word the word the word the word the word whirred wered Amid the constant flickerings of here and is one cannot center with any sureness other unless one's willing to forego that sanity which trembles darkly far within Replace it with acceptance of a disbelief in that being one ever fights with: the I the I the ash I New York State Council on the Arts Brian A. J. Salchert
Saturday, June 2, 2007
sw00444june-poem06.wutsmisn
June 2007 What's Missing? The __________|_ of infidelities. He had a pot. He placed the pot in his toilet bowl. It was raining out; or, rather (because he forgot to close the door), it was raining in. Eat your asparagus. Look: a spare tire hanging from a wire! Only desire potato chips. In a culvert where I struck the match. Myriads. Periods. Dubious buttons. Lake flies splatting so thickly at the Corvair going 110 mph. There's no telling. It reminds me of story after story, the outcomes of which play in the mystery of why I remain. Something to drink? Oh! About the/ window he saw. Maybe not, or tomorrow perhaps. Anyway, nothing's here: so go home. And watch for the word. - - - - - Searching sw00035usabys at Google should return a link to my sonnet site on which the first sonnet exhibits construction similarities to the poem here. Connecticut Culture and Tourism Brian A. J. Salchert
Friday, June 1, 2007
sw00443june-poem05.raretrans
June 2007 Rare Transcendence Mary go round, and round she does, round, round, on the circular staircase. Nearing its top, she turns, stares down. Those below/ gazing at her/ stare back. Then one step higher, she phases into another dimension; and those who witnessed/ scurry like lemmings toward that air. Rhode Island Arts Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00442june-poem04.here
June 2007 Here You cannot live another's life. You can, however, aid another. Steeped green tea cleanses the blood pipes. Servings of prunes build bones. Magic numbers exist for deriving the odd and even pairs in the natural number summation sequence. The universe is so expansive, so constant in dying and being reborn, it is not possible to comprehend it in a meaningful way. Life is. Try to live it. Arrays. Arrays. Massachusetts Cultural Council Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00441june-poem03.passage
June 2007 Passage Rite Right Write Vermont Arts Council Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00440junec-links.entry16
[ last modified: 2008-10-16 ] June 2007 contents 85 poems - 1 Position - 2 Where, Why, How - 3 Passage - 4 Here - 5 Rare Transcendence - 6 What's Missing? - 7 And Who Is God? - 8 About Time - 9 In the Immortal Night - 10 Dictums - 11 Intuition's Clinging Ghosts - 12 Bling - 13 Told - 14 Push On - 15 Control - 16 Questions of Faith - 17 Therefore, - 18 Think Not, Thin Knot - 19 Gift - 20 Run - 21 Down Up - 22 Crave - 23 Siblings - 24 Conclusions - 25 Green - 26 Tired - 27 Whatever - 28 Raison d'etre - 29 Triplets (from a neutered old gay) - 30 Paean - 31 On Being Ignored - 32 Instructions - 33 Mythic - 34 Point - 35 See - 36 So - 37 One - 38 Two - 39 Three - 40 Four - 41 Five - 42 Six - 43 Seven - 44 Eight - 45 Nine - 46 And so if - 47 Ah ha - 48 Acceptance - 49 Oh Yes - 50 Zip Tour - 51 INFP - 52 Rant - 53 Death - 54 J D - 55 Just in case - 56 Sometimes - 57 In - 58 a - 59 b - 60 c - 61 d - 62 e - 63 f - 64 g - 65 h - 66 i - 67 j - 68 k - 69 l - 70 m - 71 n - 72 o - 73 p - 74 q - 75 r - 76 s - 77 t - 78 u - 79 v - 80 w - 81 x - 82 y - 83 z - 84 Monday - 85 Tuesday - - - literary aesthetics Poets&Writers links to regional organizations - - Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00439june-poem02.wwh
June 2007 Where, Why, How In the mirror in the mirror in the mirage For the I for the I for the eye To the ear to the ear to the fear New Hampshire Arts Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00438june-poem01.position
[ Prenote: Unless someone, some day, changes my mind, I have decided to be solely an Internet writer. Brian A. J. Salchert ] - (This entry begins a new book and a new project.) June 2007 Position Let the others get the glory. Mine is a different story. If you do not like it, oh well, I'm sorry; that is just the way it is. Maine Arts Directory Brian A. J. Salchert
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