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October/November/December entry      [ last modified: 2008-08-02 ]


  for links to 1976 Today see Dec. 30 in 2006 archive
a * indicates one of the selected 49 which are in this August 2007 archive  

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October: Year-day 275  *
  October, month of changes, touch, change me          |   due to low self-confidence
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October: Year-day 276
  While some hearts wither, have acutely dried,          |   about my writing
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October: Year-day 278
  Here's what I wrote when I turned twenty-four,          |   Dylan Thomas-like vignette
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October: Year-day 279
  Mistakes, regrets, pending dilemmas, death.          |   Gregory Bateson
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October: Year-day 280
  Now, while each delusion and illusion dries,          |   sadness in a necessary killing
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October: Year-day 281  *
  Homer has/ stormed through all.  And so they say:          |   surviving the precursor
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October: Year-day 282
  Let others use their minutes as they wish,          |   my way of making, sort of
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October: Year-day 283
  Yew-honored soul crags (over life roars, cold          |   more on my poetizing
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October: Year-day 284  *
  O master of the keys, of treasures, lord,          |   Shakespeare
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October: Year-day 285  *
  Brave spellstar, child of magic beauty, arc          |   Keats
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October: Year-day 286  *
  "What does it matter, friend, how much we dream?          |   imagined Keats/Hunt
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October: Year-day 287
  What scope I have; what promise yet to prove,          |   poetic growth speculation
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Ocotber: Year-day 288
  I journey unexpected, Venus bound          |   asserting mastery over time
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October: Year-day 289  *
  Mysteries of the mind:  Entire designs,          |   view of myself as poem-maker
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October: Year-day 290
  To touch you deeply and be loved for it          |   immanent future revelation/hope
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October: Year-day 291
  Oh me oh my, what's hiding in the sky?          |   autobiographical stuff
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October: Year-day 292  *
  The Collected Poems of Brian the Split.          |   more autobio
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October: Year-day 293
  Starting/ with who I am, owl in the wind,|  opinions and a thank you
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October: Year-day 294  *
  So much has been written, and will be still          |   views about writing
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October: Year-day 295
  I've not written one perfect poem, not one;          |   and related thoughts
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October: Year-day 296
  "It can never be satisfied, the mind,          |   of being and doing
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October: Year-day 297
  How I'd like to live essentially me          |   desiring parallel lives
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October: Year-day 298  *
  César Vallejo, you are so much!  Aye.          |   honoring mastery
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October" Year-day 299
  "Both of us like poems to be well made and          |   Auden and me-on-me
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October: Year-day 300
  Finally got ahold of Connell's Notes _ _ _.          |   of is and to-be
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October: Year-day 301
  And the witches of celestial light          |   John Clare, Clifford Stone, me
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October: Year-day 303
  Quitting Capital Beltway's Holiday,          |   relieved, angry, ready to ride
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October: Year-day 304
  Here in the prison of my fears and wants,          |   arguing with G. B. Shaw
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October: Year-day 305
  I wanted to do better than I've done;          |   me, my wife, my life
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November: Year-day 306
  If you, like me, are a dreamer, beware;          |   differences and love
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November: Year-day 307
  It's before sunrise on Election Day          |   leaving the D. C. area dream
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November: Year-day 308  *
  & what the hell's a good poem anyhow:          |   of what I make, & its experiencer
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November: Year-day 309
  Sunrise, discussing possibilities,          |   back at West Bend
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November: Year-day 310
  Happiness? an Eden I/ have not gotten          |   the strength to be
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November: Year-day 311
  Destiny: Judas; chance: Matthias.  One,          |   ways of seeing
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November: Year-day 312
  Forgive me, Father, Rune, my being's Life,          |   a prayer & a request to love
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November: Year-day 313
  O, the inventions of Man, how they move!          |   a call to peace amid change
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November: Year-day 314
  Grandfather Salchert  /  Grandfather Morse--one          |   & Laura Riding, & injustice
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November: Year-day 315
  I cannot help it, and I do not want to:          |   of immanence and
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November: Year-day 316
  Because they do not understand my silences,  |  ponderings
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November: Year-day 317
  "Poetry had always been dying of          |   Simpson on Pound, and
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November: Year-day 318
  People just won't let people/ be themselves;          |   an errant statement
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November: Year-day 319
  "Good morning" I impress with my pen, and:          |   irony, maybe
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November: Year-day 320
  Robert Lowell, for us, ever to vie, I          |   a conversation with
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November: Year-day 321
  " . . . you need not be a victim of your shame . . .          |   response to Stanley Kunitz
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November: Year-day 322
  Keep 'em tight, like the icy winds, your bones          |   point & counterpoint
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November: Year-day 323
  The leaves are screaming orange, yellow, red.          |   fusions, confusions
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November: Year-day 324
  For all the pains, being alive, Rune Lord,          |   what it means
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November: Year-day 325
  All things of the moment pass; so, this line--          |   go in to go on
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November: Year-dsy 326
  After the leaves fall, a throwaway life,          |   pondering life
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November: Year-day 327  *
  Slowly in his hand the tulip glass swirls          |   meaning?
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November: Year-day 328
  A whole year of walking?--if it takes five?          |   breath and desire
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November: Year-day 329
  Clogged air filter, too clogged to be blown clean,          |   about living
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November: Year-day 330
  " . . . you can say anything as long as it          |   Kunitz and me, once again
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November: Year-day 331
  Alive in a world I do not arc with,          |   dealing with contraries
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November: Year-day 332
  Words I've sung through, rejected, and rejected          |   the old masters
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November: Year-day 333
  Strange world, and I am one of the strange things          |   at the edge of depression
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November: Year-day 334
  A mouth full of agates.  On the kept walk          |   the sailor who couldn't
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November: Year-dday 335
  Lo, my Rune God, ruined God, rued, roomed God,          |   faith doubts
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December: Year-day 336
  I am more intricate than a computer.          |   lonliness
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December: Year-day 337
  Who's to say the comfort of an old hat          |   what one can have
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December: Year-day 338
  What immaturity! what fright! my friend,  |   wanting what one can't have
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December: Year-day 339
  The Milwaukee Library Book Sale: packed.          |   situations
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December: Year-day 340
  For the musics, to be able to hear;          |   thanking the Trinity
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December: Year-day 341
  Who's to say who deserved damnation, heaven;          |   another directive ending
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December: Year-day 342
  The times are lean; I should be lean/ with them.          |   the uncertain future
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December: Year-day 343
  "Our God is delightfully messy God"          |   after what Fr. Charlie Robinson said
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December: Year-day 344
  When that time there is too quickly escapes          |   angering the Time gods
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December: Year-day 345
  So, today, Auden came, at last collected          |   perfection, rejection, love had
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December: Year-day 346
  Once behind in a lengthy project, filling          |   conceptions about
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December: Year-day 348
  "A poem is never finished; it is          |   poetry 
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December: Year-day 350
  What one gains one day one loses the next          |   frustrations
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December: Year-day 351
  The Hully-Gully monster rides again          |   my crazy self
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December: Year-day 352
  "Christmas is near"/ the decorations say,          |   change of heart
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December: Year-day 354
  " . . . the transparent children"/ Anais writes/          |   Nin's indigo children
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December: Year-day 355
  Spin the head.  This is America.  Death          |   things being backwards
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December: Year-day 357
  If I give You, Lord, my sexual being,          |   questions of the quests I'm on
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December: Year-day 358
  Bad dreams of ice-crystal snows again/ burning          |   knowing doesn't cut it
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December: Year-day 359
  Christmas Eve, and the narrow snow/ wisps/ still          |   a frightful God
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December: Year-day 360
  Merry Christmas.  It's over; it's begun!:          |   renewal
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December: Year-day 361  *
  Faith:  Believing that what is beyond one          |   and when I die
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December: Year-day 362
  Confusion:  me, 'times: a sign on the road          |   self-centered world
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December: Year-day 363  *
  Read, read out loud, for the sense and the sound:          |   counsel
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December: Year-day 364
  To see last is to see first, and the Fate          |   ethos, logos, pathos
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December: Year-day 365
  All the passed spaces I've yet to fill, know,          |   when Time wins, what?
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December: Year-day 366
  Year's end again.  And if a world's, so.          |   challenges, yes; but face fear

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Brian A. J. Salchert