sw00653st24-me.and.others

Good morning.  This is a man who has made many wrong choices,
however unintentionally.  Can those choices be blamed on person-
ality flaws, mental disabilities, unfounded fears, and so on?  Perhaps.
Good morning again.  This is a man, being imperfect, who can't say 
 he will not continue to make wrong choices, however many right 
choices he also makes.  Quite often/ choices are made, not because
one desires to injure oneself or some other, but because of a need 
to explore, to learn, to better understand oneself.  But it is possible 
to do the latter in relatively safe ways.  Good morning.
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I am not going to go into the implications of what I have written,
nor am I going to give examples.  They are simply thoughts worth
pondering.
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Alas, risk is a penchant of mine which/ has been obsessive at times.
That is one of the "reasons" I am drawn to the making of poems.
"Madman" is one of the numerous nicknames I've had.  That was in 
the last decade of the last century.  I did not attempt to discover
why I was so labeled.



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Due to the updating I'm enmeshed in, an essay on E. A. Robinson
has been sitting in draft for days over at my Rodingeedaddee blog.
Had I been able to avoid visiting blogs where intriguing discussions
of literature occur, I would have finished the updating days ago;
but I do not want to avoid those blogs.  Earlier I read "Classical
Music Between Adorno and Bourdieu" at Robert Archambeau's
samizdatblog, a post which is also about poetry and history.  There
are approximately a dozen blogs I visit regularly.  Until this year I
had kept myself deleteriously isolated.  Even if I am always merely
tolerated by those whose blogs I visit, I need the knowledge they
share.



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PM 12:04 - For the next five days (including today) the weather
will essentially be non-weather.



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Entered a fill-in-the-blanks Spicer/Lorca poem try-it// 
on Jonathan Mayhew's blog.  I doubt/ any word I used/ 
is right.



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Before 10 PM I visited Detainees, and while there I
took a link to another post on that blog.  As I was reading,
my security system lost it.  Got it to working again, but when
I tried to get back to my blog via the backspace arrow, the
screen froze.  Had to turn my computer off using the toggle
on the surge protector.  Not sure what caused the problem.
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Brian A. J. Salchert                   

sw00621st1-other.poets

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              This is replacing As It Happens.  Wodan speaks, but not here yet.
He is riding in from the west/southwest.  The day is overcast.  The full moon
hides.  The dgd means dumpster ghost day.  Recent events have been a bit
odd.  Due to an Archambeau post about copyright and intellectual property
and poetic sensibility, and to a lengthy Jacket interview: Jerome Rothenberg
responding to questions from Nina Zivancevic, it was about midnight before
I raised myself into bed, and shortly thereafter the resident in the apartment
above came home.  I awoke a little after 2 AM, and as I was hungry, I ate
a cup of blueberry yogurt.  I awoke again at what I thought was 4:41 but
when I got back to bed my cellphone clock said 6:58.  I was certain (?) I
had not had a seizure.  The medication I have been taking for nearly three
years has kept me seizure-free.  I doubt I was abducted since even aliens
chortle when they hear my name.  I guess I just read the time wrong.  At 
AM 9:20, Wodan spoke once; and since I had other things to do, I shut this
virtual-access system down.  It is now AM 10:31.  The wan sunlight is no
longer wan, but the layer of clouds persists.  There is a football-like green
patch over Joplin headed this way.

[ Note: Robert Archambeau's post is dated: tuesday, september 25, 2007
          and its title is: Intellectual Property and the Invention of the Poet ]

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Three nights ago, not wanting to read from any of the books at hand, I went
to my meager library and pulled out Sylvia Plath's Ariel.  I had last read it
years ago.  "Lady Lazarus" and "Daddy" remain my favorites.  I found myself
afterwards internally imitating her often curt sentences and insistent rhythms 
and hard-biting rhymes.

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The English language is messed up.  Therefore, I've recently been tooling with
the problems inherent in the she-he-they sector.  I have fixed those problems
(annoyances), but my fix is not likely to appeal to many, if to any.  A she-he 
fix I support has existed for a number of years.  I do not know who first used 
it.  It is: s/he.  Two reasons I like this are rooted in biology.  Another
reason is its compactness. 

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If I counted correctly, there are 18 poems in my Autobio group.
I'm not sure what to do about them, but I'm against adding more.
What's there could be considered a small e-chap.  So a
links page to them may be the best solution. 



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Death of a Student, Chapter 2         by Wick Sloane
I first became aware of above when I visited Silliman's Blog today.
I do not want to say what Sloane wrote, but everyone should read it.


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Brian A. J. Salchert