Scatterings Interlude For, and beyond, the black holes of our lives, The priests of God talk on, Hawking the universe. February, 1979 sm045 post1051
Thinking Lizard
About Me
- brian (baj) salchert
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
s-poem43
Thursday, July 23, 2009
sl66-Faster
Giddyup Giddyup Giddyup Go Let it snow Let it snow Let it snow repeat faster and faster sm044 post1050
Monday, June 15, 2009
sl65-Maybe a Chorus
Now you've gone away from me, bet you'll stay away from me, happier away from me. I'm sure that's fine with you. Now you've gone away from me, bet you'll stay away from me, happier away from me. I'm sure that's fine with you. sm043 post1049
sl64-You Know
You can be what you see if you flee death in me. Live alone. Live alone. You can be what you see if you flee death in me. Live alone. Live alone. sm042 post1048
Sunday, June 7, 2009
sl63-Notice
Who ate that duck? There won't be a war for a thousand years. Who ate that duck? There won't be a war for a day. Who ate that duck? There won't be a war for a thousand years. Who ate that duck? There won't be a war for a day. Who ate that duck? There won't be a war for a thousand years. Who ate that duck? There won't be a war for a day. Who ate that duck? There won't be a war for a thousand years. Who ate that duck? There won't be a war for a day. sm041 post1047
Saturday, June 6, 2009
sl62-Magnolia
Just like we usta down by the Zuider Zee. Just like we usta down by the Zee. Just like we usta down by the Zuider Zee. Just like we usta down by the Zee. Under the tree down by the sea just you and me under the tree in the glow. Under the tree just you and me just you and me under the tree in the glow. Under the tree just you and me just you and me just you and me in the glow. Just you and me under the tree under the tree under the tree in the glow. sm040 post1046
Friday, June 5, 2009
sl61-Counterpoint
There goes the rocking chair. There goes the rock - boom boom. There goes the rocking chair. There goes the rock - boom. There goes the rocking chair. There goes the rock - boom boom. There goes the rocking chair. There goes the rock. sm039 post1045
Sunday, May 31, 2009
sl60-Down Under Two
We're on a sleigh ride. We're on a sleigh ride. We're on a sleigh ride. We're on a sleigh. sm038 post1044
sl59-Down Under One
Who wants a Christmas tree? Who wants a Christmas tree? We already got one. Ho oh ho ho. Who wants a Christmas tree? Who wants a Christmas tree? We already got one. Ho ho ho ho. sm037 post1043
sl58-In the Stands
Peanuts here. Peanuts here. Get your roasted peanuts here. Peanuts here. Peanuts here. Get your roasted peanuts here. Peanuts here, peanuts here, we don't want your peanuts here. Peanuts here, peanuts here, we don't want your peanuts. Hear. sm036 post1042
Friday, May 29, 2009
sl57-Echo
better late than not at all better late than not at all better late than not at all better late than not at all sm035 post1041
Thursday, May 28, 2009
sl56-Ask Her
Ask her. Go ahead and ask her. So that she doesn't get away, ask her tonight. Ask her. Go ahead and ask her. So that she doesn't get away, ask her tonight. Ask her. Go ahead and ask her. So that she doesn't get away, ask her tonight. sm034 post1040
sl55-Appropriation Two
Ring around the rosie. Ring around the rosie. Ring around the rosie. Ring around the town. Ring around the rosie. Ring around the rosie. Ring around the rosie. Ring around the town. Stand by the linden. Stand by the clown. Climb up the linden. Stay off the ground. Stand by the linden. Stand by the clown. Climb up the linden. Stay off the ground. sm033 post1039
sl54-Appropriation One
Pop goes the weasel. Pop goes the weasel. Pop goes the weasel. Pop goes the world. Pop goes the weasel. Pop goes the weasel. Pop goes the weasel. Pop goes the world. Now we race the semis. Now we race the choo-choo. Now we race the antelopes from Cheyenne to Ahuru. Now we race the semis. Now we race the choo-choo. Now we race the antelopes from Cheyenne to Ahuru. sm032 post1038
Saturday, May 23, 2009
sl53-Provisional
You can kill me if you want to. You can hurt me if you want to. You can praise me if you want to. You can love me if you dare. You can kill me if you want to. You can hurt me if you want to. You can praise me if you want to. You can love me if you care. You can kill me if you want to. You can hurt me if you want to. You can praise me if you want to. You can love me if you're there. You can kill me if you want to. You can hurt me if you want to. You can praise me if you want to. You can love me anywhere. Song of the wasted. Song of the basted. Song of the tasted. Song of the air. Song of the wasted. Song of the basted. Song of the tasted. Song of the air. Song of the wasted. Song of the basted. Song of the tasted. Song of the air. Song of the wasted. Song of the basted. Song of the tasted. Song of the air. sm031 post1037
Saturday, April 25, 2009
sl52-Her Car
The powder room the powder room That's where they found her car. The powder room the powder room That's where they found her car. The powder room the powder room That's where they found her car. The powder room the powder room That's where they found her car. It wasn't by the city dump. It wasn't at the park. It wasn't on the church grounds. It wasn't in the dark. It wasn't by the stadium. It wasn't at the mall. It wasn't on her neighbor's yard. It wasn't in a stall. The powder room the powder room That's where they found her car. The powder room the powder room That's where they found her car. The powder room the powder room That's where they found her car. The powder room the powder room That's where they found her car. That's where they found her car. That's where they found her car. That's where they found her car. That's where they found her car. That's sm030 post 1036
sl51-Beck 'n' Warn
Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me.
Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me. sm029 post 1035
Friday, April 3, 2009
s-poem42
Scatterings The Owl-Man's Response out of Ken Kesey No! Her fingers are stiff: a vice for our protection. They set impressions in our heads we cannot lose. Forcing a mineral hardness in our foggy bones, they spark them into accuracy, devise direction. McMurphy thinks to elude them; Bromden groans: "Papa knew of a winter iron and who could choose." (late 1960s) sm028 post 1034
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
s-poem41
Scatterings Glints of the Sun Start with a hole for a universe. Start with a whole. In the beginning was the double You. Your breath was a wind that whoed in the hole; banged this universe, these whorls of stars, into our wonder. And we? How wee we are! specks, yet wonders ourselves in our consciousness, opening through our spectacles the spectacles around and in; changing them. Of course we seek to become as You. Nothing You make tends otherwise, pulsing: Your manifest heart, enlivening from depth to depth so oxygen and silicon define our souls. So the glints of the sun on the live oaks' leaves, now quavering, now still; on the flakes of snow where skiers cut; on the whooshing sea! (undated) sm027 post 1033
Monday, March 23, 2009
s-poem40
Scatterings Three 1. To Francisco Varela with thanks to Charles Hampden-Turner Out of the Body emerges Mind; out of the Mind emerges Body. So also out the Universe God; so also out God the Universe. Mystery out of Mystery. Now. Forever. Our rooted skies are nets out of trees; trees out of nets: the tangible creating the intangible; the intangible creating the tangible. Yet the point of view: so eerily the point of view controls, controls. So the abstract skies seem a female prepared & anxious for the pulsing roots; so the concrete skies appear a male awaiting & needing the engendering roots. So the abstract skies appear a male; so the concrete skies seem a female. But triangle out of triangle: star after star: any is each; each is all. 2. Again to Francisco Varela Still, whoever he is I'm becoming and am, the tones of my body keep me apart, however vital empathy, however well I can understand myself and others, and try to. How the minnows dart & wriggle, caught in my net! How the multitudinous waters drag and pull as the net lifts; swim suddenly through! Struggling logic, tree— though poorly tended— I yet, when winds & nettings tire me, lean on you. At work / at rest, neither roots thriving in the dark earth nor roots withering in the bright air, but roots sustained by the Rune whose soul is energy, and pleasing it, I and you, as each, through each, each restore, wide-eyed and deep as the universe. 3. Energy . . . n /LL energia, fr. Gk energeia activity, fr. energos active, fr. en in + ergon work/ 1 : vitality of expression 2 : the capacity of acting 3 : power forcefully exerted 4 : the capacity for doing work syn see POWER These are the definitions presented in Webster's Seventh New Collegiate Dictionary. I am pleased; for Energy, Radiant Love, is: the creating soul of my Rune Lord, the Primal Poem / the Primal Song, Deepest and Holiest of Mysteries. The universe, the consciousness-rooted universe, the ever-changing universe, the violent, beauteous universe, alive, alive/ beyond our keenest imaginings, transformative, magnanimous! But manifestation on manifestation the universe is; not Energy. Within, and yet as well without, Energy— fetal here on my card table chair to defend my feet from the vanished flea (from who knows where) my eyes caught sitting black and smart on my opened poets' calendar but my killing finger's slow approach wanded into vexing air, I sag— Energy predominates, enigmatic, warm. 1–13&14–83 sm026 post 1032
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