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
Thursday, May 31, 2007
sw00437a-con.versingwithmyself
[ Updated 2007-09-24 ] Autobio The Yeats-Auden-Saenz-Mackey Connections Last night I got to reflecting: I am somewhat of an oddball poet, a strange poet. And so I did searches on both. Under the first I found and read an interview of two translators of works by a reclusive nocturnal oddball poet who lived out his life in La Paz, Bolivia. His name is Jaime Saenz. Though not as he was, going back to even before my 27 years working as a motel/hotel night auditor I was a creature of night. My reclusiveness applies more to my inner life than to my day-to-day life, but I have become more reclusive in my day-to-day life since my health forced me into an early retirement, a circumstance I did not expect and was not planning toward. There is a chance I may become less of a recluse. The oddball in me relates to my approach to writing as well as to my personality, though I believe the latter is the force beneath and within my views of and consequent expressions of whoever it is I am. Unless some other can gather a sense of me more clearly than I am able to, I contend I am a chameleon: one who does not have a locatable style. Why? Because my sub- conscious, my hidden brain, my below-ground brain is an ocean of possibilities, an ocean which is constantly changed. And it is from what that ocean does with what changes it that I so often am motivated. Rarely am I able to tell in advance what next will rise from it. It has been my way to go with what is presented to my conscious brain, however it is structured. Doing so is filled with risks, but I am possessed by a risk-taking personality. Yes, I have made significant errors because of it, but I have also made signal advances because of it. Should I be more rational? Sure. I have at times. - So where does Yeats fit into this? Centrally in his belief that we who do such making/ make poetry out of our arguments with ourselves. I definitely do this, and not just in poems I make. And where does Auden enter? Centrally in his: "How can I know what I think until I see what I say" idea. And Nathaniel Mackey? Two things--both ofwhich I learned from an online interview of him by Christopher Funkhouser: 1) his interest in math and science during his early years / 2) his belief writing is rooted in the author, and that therefore an author must take the risk of not appealing to anyone, must have the faith writings of his (of hers) will find their ways to appreciative audiences. - Here are two sites to see. If you go to the first one, scroll to the bottom of the page and read the information there, and heed it. - (this is the interview about Jaime Saenz) - (this is the Funkhouser Mackey interview) - footnote: recently one of my siblings told me I--when I was yet quite young--used to get up on top of the kitchen table and attempt to carry on a debate with my dad. My dad would then eat a little faster and go outside. My sibling, meanwhile, would sneak some of the food on my plate. - Brian A. J. Salchert
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
sw00436rtj-codes.sitemap
[ last modified: 2007-06-04 ] Regarding This Journal Sprintedon Hollow Updating - E14 Have been updating this Sprintedon Hollow journal the last few days. Am not yet finished, but mostly finished. The sw00254jcctr entry was really an rtj entry. Accordingly, it is sw00254rtj-shj.codes.center now. My investigating has made clear to me the importance of what comes after the en dash. Therefore, my updates have concentrated on that portion of my URL structure. The "E14" above indicates that this is the 14th rtj entry. The "30may07entry" does not expressly reveal/ what type of entry it relates to, nor provide the sequence # for the entry; but, at this date, all regular rtj entries use this pattern. Admittedly I am experimenting. No other type of entry will use the pattern I am using for rtj entries. Throughout this journal each type of entry will use a pattern specific to it. I have assigned numbers to most of the central links sites. Instead of using simply "links" after an en dash, I am now using, for example, "links.entry5", which is the one for the math entries links site. Am considering placing a list on this page, but today I did just that at Sprintedon Hollow's Journal Links Center. Whenever I find that a further refinement needs to be made, I will make that refinement. I do not/ want/ to be ever making refinements, but things change and I must/ change with them. I have also been removing many tags, as I am learning more about what works best in that realm. - This journal's links center code is the Sprintedon Hollow code. It is the code for this journal's core sitemap/index/links entry. It is one of just two which I've allowed to retain the "sw-p". "00260jlctr" follow. Except for the few purposely singular entries in this journal, all of S H's entries can be accessed from there. No more than a search on this code is necessary. If you want to see the most recent entries however, link to the Sprintedon Hollow URL. In the code shown here the "jlctr" means Journal Links Center. As I have done on this page, each new page will show my journal's name, provide a link to my journal's Journal Links Center, and display thepage's AOL entry number in its upper right corner. Place your cursor over the Journal Links Center link to see its code. - - sitemap information at Wikipedia Brian A. J. Salchert
Monday, May 28, 2007
sw00435math-colors.hex.rgb.2
Math Color Names and Digital Reality Having seen sites on which multiple variations of gray are shown and are given numbers such as gray 7, I did some searching this morning and found this site: Graphics Magick where grays are assigned percentage values, with 0 being black and 100 being white. When a color is given a language name, the digital realities, i.e., mathematical realities, of the systems being used are at that moment sublimated by the fictive, the poetical. To name 00ff00 / 0,255,0 green, light green, bright green, lime, or my mother's favorite is essentially a pleasantry which only minimally describes fact. Because black needs to be "zero" and not "one", and because white (for practical reasons) was set at "255", there are 256 gradations. Given the red/green/blue primaries, we are faced with 256³ (16,777,216) possible colors. I don't know about you, but unless someone or some robot has already given a language name to each of these, I suggest using the rgb numbers. Since 255,0,0 is the brightest pure red and 1,0,0 is the darkest pure red, 255,254,254 is the most nearly white red even if it seems gray. If I tried to give a name to each possible color, how long would it take me? If I tried to write a poem about each, how long would that take? Maybe we should assign each possible color to each of 16,777,216 humans for the purpose of giving each color in our pantheon a name. Maybe 16,777,216 volunteers could be found. What a bouquet! - Has someone created a fireproof, damage-resistant, energy self-sufficient house/ replete with pontoons in case a flood races toward it? That would be a better project. - Read Kenneth Brecher's remarks in article by Robert Roy Britt in the 25 June 2002 issue of Science -
~ Brian A. J. Salchert
Saturday, May 26, 2007
sw00434v-14.poem12
Venturings What It Is after reflecting on the poem-making of Mark Doty and John Ashbery Though there is no silence, One must write in the silence, Take time in the silence, Though there is no time One must write in; Yet this is how The great poem is written, Survives itself, Patiently/ revealing its being Displacing the dark. Words into words Like rocks into rocks Or tired breezes curled into sleep Arrive, arise / descend, depart Riffs into riffs/ for days into days. ----------------------- links to over 300 literary periodicals Brian A. J. Salchert
Thursday, May 24, 2007
sw00433a-tu4caring
Autobio [ The remarks below were originally on the home page of a site I once had in Tripod space. BAJS ] A Special Thank You It is Wednesday, October 4th, 2000. About 8am I decided to write this and to place it here. Due to the genes I inherited I have never known true health, yet I may soon be 60 years old. Were it not for the doctors and other health-care professionals, and were it not for researchers and inventors and the many companies which make the products that have benifitted me and continue to benefit me, and were it not for parents who cared and for all like others, I would not still be alive. I owe all these magnificent humans a special thank you; nay, owe can go: To all of you without whom I would not yet be/ experiencing this holy/ human passage, ugly and beautiful as it is and as I have made it, thank you, thank you, for you truly are the goodness of God. Brian Salchert Retail Pharmacy Rant - (I read it. You should too.) Brian A. J. Salchert
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
sw00432a-poets.who.blog
Autobio Internet poets Will this really be about me? I am not sure. Maybe tomorrow I will know. Maybe never. Fissures mar my spirit. That I can say. Yet, it is more likely resilience will build in me (if the universe allows it to) than the dissolution of what is left of who I am. Let no one feel one drop of sadness, for where I am and am heading toward/ I freely choose. Life, even without anyone but myself, I shall ever prefer to no life. As it is, the only reason I still am an Earth-alive sappy human/ is: the love of other humans. I have probably had 4 times the lives a cat supposedly is able to have. Will this really be about me? I am not sure. - Someone or some organization ought to conduct a census of American poets and publish a list thereafter. Perceived worth should not be a consideration. Only this question need be asked: If you believe you are a poet, what is your poet name? My sense is there are far more of us than is generally thought. I know some would not answer my proposed question. Some might even consider it an insult. Poets who are widely known should, perhaps, not even be approached. [ AM 9 24MAY07: Maybe someone in the literary blogosphere is making a list. ] - - [ PM 8:22 24MAY07: Below is a note from the home page I once had on Tripod. ] - The computer revolution notwithstanding, there are millions of humans known only by those few humans who know them. More to the point, the same can be said of millions of humans who have an online presence. I am these days such a human. Here I sit, typing this, typing that, as if I am writing to billions; but barely even a dozen a day read my words. I am as one in a plasma cell at this 11:17 passing PM minute, wholly available; yet wholly alone. It is a strange universe, it is, it is. Good night. - September 20, 2006 - Brian Salchert American Academy of Poets - Randall Mann on John Ashbery Brian A. J. Salchert
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
sw00431a-inthefar.beyond
Autobio (galaxies and avant-garde poetry) Earlier I was in the Archive of Astronomy Picture of the Day where I looked at a photo of the Globular Cluster M13. In the explanation/ mention was made of a yet more distant galaxy, a presence which moved me to say to myself interiorly: The existence and persistence of the universe obliterates my comprehension. - I then went to Reginald Shepherd's Blog where I encountered a piece on the nature of language. It was posted on Friday, May 18, 2007. It's entitled: "A Few Words About Language". Reginald Shepherd's Blog is here. In one sentence he says: ". . . language is not a discrete entity the way sound and color and shape are: . . ." I agree. As T. S. Eliot wrote in Burnt Norton: . . . . Words . . . / . . . / . . . slip, slide, . . . / . . . / Will not stay still. - Mr. Shepherd indicates that the purview of the poetic avant-garde is that space where language is nearest to losing its identity as language, but he does not pursue this. Through examples from my own compositions I am going to pursue this, but not tonight. It is nearing 11:30, and I have other concerns. - 23MAY07: I am not in general an avant-garde poet. I am, however, in my own way, a poet who believes as Stanley Kunitz did: that a poem comes to one as a kind of blessing. Therefore, even though I often do chose a form first (such as the sonnet), I tend to allow a poem to develop an interior form. A poem is an it: a made thing. This its construction, however, does not need to be predetermined in its form and content. This its construction can issue from the sense and sound of its initial word or meta-word or non-word. The levels of formality and informality to which a poem can rise (or descend, if you will) are endless. Poem-making is not an exact science, however intensively a particular maker is craft-centered. To begin with, each maker is a being who is constantly changing and being changed by da-dot-da-dot, da-dot-da-dot, da-dot-da-dot, rigida, rigida, ü ee ee ü ah ah ah. And, in the riddledon- going, a foreign object in one's eye can suddenly flip "everything". So, the so-called content of an object made with words always engenders an interior form, a form which can rigidly mimic an exterior form/ or which can so aggressively counter an exterior form it replaces that form with the form inherent in itself, or exist in some degree between/ wherein it serves as a tone master. - The following are varyingly avant-garde compositions of mine: - See 2007/02/25/sw00237s for "Day Five blue" from my Birthday Ribbons set - See 2007/02/13/sw00207tdp for "As the Desk Lamp Flickers" - See 2007/05/01/sw00357ut for "E v e n i n g" - See 2007/04/25/sw00348v for "U" - See 2007/05/10/sw00385jt for "Incantation" (see near bottom of entry) - Brian A. J. Salchert
Sunday, May 20, 2007
sw00430math-colors.hex.rgb
Math HTML color codes information [ last modified: 2007-05-26 ]
Links to important references relating to this entry appear below. = Before I begin showing my conclusions, I thank the following: - MS Explorer, AOL Journals, Colorado State Engineering, Keller . com, and Learning Web Design . com - = In the RGB (red/green/blue) HTML color realm, the number "17" (as I have long known through my own heuristic math delvings, but which I did not fully appreciate until today via learning about the uses for the number "16" from the Colorado State Engineering site) is key. The #FFFFFF I placed above is the hexadecimal (HEX) code for the color "white" (the top cock, as in the adult male domestic chicken) which has the equivalent RGB code of 255,255,255. There are sixteen (16) basic color gradations, if black (#000000) is allowed. They are "F" / "E" / "D" / "C" / "B" / "A" / "9" / "8" / "7" / "6" / "5" / "4" / "3" / "2" / "1" / "0" - This means that A = 10, B = 11, C = 12, D = 13, E = 14, and F = 15. However, "0" is in termpostion (tpo) "1", and therefore "F" is in tpo "16". This is significant when dealing with color combinations. "17" is this system's rung number. 0/17 = 0. 0 + 17 = 17 and 17/17 = 1, and 1 = #111111 in HEX and 017,017,017 in RGB. Black is black and white is white, but every color between these in which the six HEX alpha/numeric characters are alike are variants of gray. So 000 (0), 017 (17), 034 (34), 051 (51), 068 (68), 085 (85), 102, 119, 136, 153, 170, 197, 204, 221, 236, and 255 are the central sixteen RGB numbers. 16 x 16 = 256. From this set far more colors than are needed can be generated. One color in the w3c core sixteen is silver (#C0C0C0 or 192,192,192). What is "C" in HEX is "204" in RGB. If 204 is divided by 17, 12 remains. It happens that 204 - 12 = 192, and C is 12 as 17 shows. [ It is 12:55 PM and I am taking a break. ] - The other w3c colorsare: white, black, one gray (#808080 or 128,128.128), red(#FF0000 or 255,0,0), yellow (#FFFF00 or 255,255,0), blue (#0000FF or 0,0,255), aqua (#00FFFF or 0,255,255), lime(#00FF00 or 0,255,0), fuchsia (#FF00FF or 255,0,255, navy (#000080 or 0,0,128), maroon (#800000 or 128,0,0), teal (#008080 or 0,128,128), olive (#808000 or 128,128,0), green (#008000 or 0,128,0), & purple (#800080 or 128,0,128). There are nastinesses herein whose sources I am not aware of and whose consequent results I am not able to dispute, but I am bringing them to the fore. I have been an AOL member since April 18, 2000; and almost from the first I was puzzled by the color system, especially by the color now (and possibly then) known as either cyan or aqua. Still, green then was what lime now is, and I'm fairly sure purple then was what fuchsia now is. In light of the aqua/cyan color, these new namings seem apt, and I do find no fault with fuchsia, purple, or lime; but the color which is labeled green is going to take some getting used to. What is at stake, if it is at stake, is the prism-derived notion of what a primary, secondary, and so on color is. - On to "16" and what I culled from the engineering site. This involves remainders resulting from divisions by "16" and--as with "17"--"0" is included. In this regard, MS Explorer will sometimes change the RGB code I have put in. Reminder: 16 divides into 256 (not 255) 16 times. Because divisions by 16 extend to four places, .0000 must be used for black. 1/16 = .0625, 2/16 = .1250, 3/16 = .1875, 4/16 = .2500, 5/16 = .3125, 6/16 = .3750, 7/16 = .4375, 8/16 = .5000, 9/16 = .5625, 10/16 = .6250, 11/16 = .6875, 12/16 = .7500, 13/16 = .8125, 14/16 = .8750, and 15/16 = .9375 and F = 15 and 15 x 17 = 255. Why is knowing this valuable? Here is the link to Engineering Colorado State HTML color support Read it only/ as its reason for being is to aid the students there. On this page is an explanation of how to convert an RGB value to its hexadecimal equivalent. - The catalyst behind this entry was and yet is my desire to know color names for the 216 HTML safe colors. My immediate ? is: What is the name of the #00CCCC HEX color? [ 7:17 PM - I've decided to make up my own color names. ] - [ 21MAY07: There will be more to come here. ] - One pleasant light event was that finally I did find what I'd long been vigorously seeking, but I have chosen not to use it; yet, since the information there is worth pondering: *** this e-whip to it ***. - Also this from the University of Rhode Island. - - two other worthwhile sites to visit: color names at Learning Web Design - RGB HTML at Keller [ 22MAY07: Have been thinking about "green" and/ after concluding that midway between 255,0,0 and 0,0,255 is 0,128,0// I went to the Internet Options color area. I chose to test my conclusion via the 204,204,204 bg color I am using. It changed the bg color but because I did not OK the initial OK it moved to the basic colors palette IE7 uses. Suddenly (though it now seems I should have known this) I realized/ the colors palette at AOL Journals is the same one, but AOL Journals does not use strict RGB codes. It uses the associated codes w3c uses. As I now know which of the palette's colors is 0,128,0/ I am next going to see how it is coded in AOL J. - It is, of course (as I half-suspected): 008000. Besides, all this is already noted above where I presented the core w3c 16 colors along with both codes. ] [ 26MAY07: This morning I found a site where the names given to certain RGB (rgb) colors are more to my liking. scroll down to see - Also this morning (with Google's help) I re-learned that with paints and dyes the primary colors are red,blue,yellow. Try a "primary colors rgb" search. ] -
- to go to my colors.hex.rgb.2 entry ~ Brian A. J. Salchert
Saturday, May 19, 2007
sw00429xdspny-math.poetics
Cross-Disciplinary xdspny Magic numbers for the natural number summation sequence are always even numbers, always relate to two odd or two even nnss terms, and always are numbers which are equidistant from (at the midpoint between) nnss terms. Therefore, if a termposition is a positive odd whole number (pown), the nnss pair which can be generated from it will always be odd; likewise, if a temposition is a positive even whole number (pewn), the nnss pair which can be generated from it will always be even. However, because it is necessary to multiply a given termposition by "two" in order to discover the greater of the two numbers being summed through (unless you prefer using division and so use the number being summed through as your starting point), that number will always be a pewn while the lesser paired number being summed through will always be a pown. Example: "one" plus "two" equals "three" wherein the controlling termposition is "one"/ and "one" times "two" equals the magic nnss number for the odd "one"-"three" nnss pair. This is the only case where the number being summed through is also the magic nnss number. Earlier today I calculated from the termposition (tpo) "10,011". The formula for finding the magic nnss number is: tpo times 2tpo or "10,011" times "20,022" which results in the product "200,440,242". "20,022" is the greater of the two numbers which can be summed through when "10,011" is the generating tpo, it is NOT the greater of the two nnss terms to which tpo "10,011" leads. If the goal is to sum through "20,022"/ then "10,011" will need to be added to "200,440,242"; but if the goal is to sum through only 20,021"/ then "10,011" wll need to be subtracted from "200,440,242". What is my reason for belaboring this? In this entry my primary reason is to show that herein exists a mathematics of absolute determinacy. - I have been reading (randomly) Marjorie Perloff's The Poetics of Indeterminacy: Rimbaud to Cage and at the beginning of the final chapter (chapter eight, page 288) she writes: In Chapter Six of the Poetics, Aristotle lists the six constituent parts of tragedy (for him the supreme form of poetry) as mythos (plot), ethos (character), dianoia (thought), lexis (diction), melopoeia (rhythm and song), and opsis (spectacle). She then relates these to what has been happening in poetics, citing the Romantic, Modernist, and now the postmodern (centering on Performance Poetry). John Cage and David Antin figure in this. Even though I am psychologically a deep-within person, I am not caged there, and so at times can be quite antic. Back in my gainfully- employed days, one co-worker nicknamed me "bad ass" and another one nicknamed me "mad man": homo corruptus? We're not telling. That the postmodern sensibility is oriented more toward the oral, aural, vividly visual, the ephemeral event, imagination's interstices, workings of rather than products of what we call consciousness, the oblique outside// seems to me beyond question. With each passing instant planet Earth and Homo sapiens (whoever that is / is that) are more and more rapidly flying toward somewhere undefined. A moment ago I had a near vertigo feeling which caused my foreign guys (there apparently is more than one now) alter egos to/ pop in with: "Vaired he go?" "Vee don't know, and vee don't care. Maybe he will/ stay there." If I had the technological ability, I would/ try to create dancing colored on-off dots et cetera poems. For every venture there's a season, whether with/ or without reason. Oh yes, Aristotle. | Plot. That place within which your ashes are buried. No? That which holds a tragedy together like the hand of an angry god. Maybe I should return to this later. | Character. Something I am but don't have. No? A definable representation of a sentient being. I suspect an insufficiency here. | Thought. Oh really. No? That which is an evidence of intelligence. Maybe after I read further, though I somewhat doubt such will matter. | Diction. Yes, that would be a good idea. No? Speaking distinctly/ and audibly. Seems safe. | Rhythm and song. - Sing a song of sixpence: A pocket full of why Four and twenty blackbirds Ate an apple pie. - No? Sonority and enchanting language. Of choruses! Perhaps, but certainly not only. | Spectacle. One eyepiece. No? A presentation of grand proportions. Yes, but not exclusively. In thesetimes it might be simply a minimal object imbued with the power to induce intense attentiveness. There will be investigations. The Argotist: Perloff interview The Perloff book was published by Princeton University Press Princeton, New Jersey Copyright © 1981 by Princeton University Press - Brian A. J. Salchert
Friday, May 18, 2007
sw00428rtj-ascii.chart
Regarding This Journal E13 [ 2007-05-19: xdspny is a new code - it is for cross-disciplinary ] There was a time when I decided to not provide links to outside sites from entries in this journal. That time has passed. Today I decided I will provide at least 1 link to an outside site in each entry. In the prior entry there is one. I was earlier considering making these mystery links, but I may not. I know which one I am going to provide today, but I have not made a list. I will, however, be making a list for my own purposes. § I am still changing codes a little. One I plan to change later this afternoon is my "m" for math code to "math" since discovering "pind" for Prayers in December was preferable to just "p" for what I needed. § So, for those of you who use HTML, today's link is to a useful ASCII chart. You may wish to do as I have: place the link to it in your favorite sites section. Speaking of which, sort of, I learned how to code the section symbol I've twice used in this entry by referring to that chart. And those of you who already know HTML ASCII codes can just sit back and chuckle. I am not a tech geek. This forwards another point: most of the links I'm likely to provide will be ones to literary sites. Brian A. J. Salchert
Thursday, May 17, 2007
sw00427a-tribs
Autobio Recently something happened at Google I was puzzled by. Today it happened again. So I decided to search further. There is online a poem by another of my classmates at the Iowa Writers' Workshop. It is a deep-thought poem by David Lunde entitled Absolute Zero. Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00426pind-prayer33
December 31: New Year's Eve Year's end. And mistakes I have made, of whatever size and strength they have been, set my inner left ear gurgling like water boiling deep in a well; curl inside my stomach wall a distant ache; open in the bone of my upper left arm a space whirling with a damp wind. Year's end: pulsebeats not for counting: particular patterns and places of them layered with knowledge sometimes hard to peel, sometimes hard to learn from. Still, the attempt; still resolutions without understandings. Little's changed. Year's end. And three crows flap from a sleeping oak; and my spirit stands on a high granite rock, viewing before, and now, and to come, and waiting for the vitamin light and mineraled waters to feed and test the hidden wisdoms gathered by a heart at another raucous, another somber year's end. Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00425pind-prayer32
December 30 If the butterfly had dipped to the left instead of to the right, the swallow would have missed it and the well-dressed man watching from the clovered knoll would not have remembered those irretrievable moments when, his wit outwitted by a circumstance, he was stript of his natty pride. - Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00424pind-prayer31
December 29 Magnificence (cities, castles, cathedrals of imagination) deepens, encourages, inspires. Magnificence (winds, waters, land shapes of imagination) deepens, encourages, inspires. Magnificence (faith, hope, love in imagination) deepens, encourages, inspires. Through the nerve routes of human creation, the nerve routes of nature, the nerve routes of spirit; through the air ways of human creation, the air ways of nature, the air ways of spirit; through the blood lines of human creation, the blood lines of nature, the blood lines of spirit, magnificence, magnificence, magnificence. ~ Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00423pind-prayer30
December 28 When the guest asked: "Have you ever been burned?" I answered: "Yes"-- but did not heed him well enough. So when they talked me into opening the pool-- those two from a wedding-party group-- I did not double-lock the drawer. While I was gone swift knowledge used to slide it out, and all the tens and all the twenties (one hundred thirty dollars worth) flew from there. Foxes, cats; and one dead bunny. [ 2007-05-17 ~ There does exist a two-part story preceding this story which somewhat explains the why of this one, but it's in a place that's double-locked. ] - Brian A. J. Salchert
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
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December 27 In the long night the long day resounds-- a rainbow of odors, a taster's delight of textures, and ever-changing pulsebeat of remembrances. When we near an end, its beginning always returns. Every moment involved with every other. Every space. Ecology: of the universe, of the mind. The discovery of a cecropia resplendent in the sun, the vision of a coasting Snowy Owl. - Brian A. J. Salchert
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December 26 Balancing the day that would not balance-- as there were errors in the rooms, in the restaurant, in the lounge; errors in the debits and the credits; errors in the balances picked up-- my attention is disrupted by our other Brian, and my wonder caught by Polaroid for his album of employees, guests, and patrons of this Holiday Inn-West Bend. My attention scribbles off to vague, unsolvable dreams. Labor, recreation, relaxation: fitful though they are: I give, and am given. Down a highway glare with freezing rain we safely travel home. - Brian A. J. Salchert
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Christmas Day: During And let your gifts be inexpensive but rich with meaning. And let your gifts be small with large souls. This starship you inhabit will reward you. From your trudging against a blizzard up an unfamiliar road, a searcher on a snowmobile will rescue you. - Brian A. J. Salchert
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Christmas Day: Dawn Hidden from us by a shell of clouds, the flashing sun floats higher and higher from the Eastern trees. The mansion's acres kept sacred by a steel fence, its owners' dogs cannot tear our hands. Led inward by imaginings, the senses curl to sleep. Her silence is their prayer. His watchfulness their lantern in the cave. - Brian A. J. Salchert
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Christmas Day: Midnight Father Creator, In the name of Your Son, Jesus, whose birth this day we celebrate, congratulations. As the margins of oceans with the margins of lands applaud; as winds with the leaves of trees applaud, so now my spirit with my flesh applauds. In one place strings of stars give voice to this night; in another place shakings of snow. - Brian A. J. Salchert
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[ As to the following, be skeptical. Do your own research. ] December 24: Christmas Eve Sitting in my parents' living room, I am attracted to the voice of another: Do you want to hear a good one? Before the Second World War the DuPonts built factories in Germany which were used by the Nazis to make bombs directed against our men and profits for the DuPonts, factories which were then bombed by our pilots, an act because of which the DuPonts sued the United States, and so profited both ways. Traitors. Ill-used money. Ill-wed power. The death of men. Watching my parents' television, I turn to the voice of Golda Meir. I can't see how the PLO can be called a liberation movement. It's not. It's a terrorist movement. * . . . . How can you argue with people who want you to die. In the hands of the greedy the earth's living green burns to brown: gills and lungs collapse. - Brian A. J. Salchert
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December 23 Soon, like Jesus of Nazareth, I may be killed because I am different and am not afraid to say so. [ 2007-05-16: Delete, delete: too paranoid; too confessional. Okay. Proceed. Examples follow. ] So you: Black, Red, Brown, Yellow, White. So you: Atheist, Buddhist, Hindu, Moslem, Jew, Christian. So you: woman, man. So you. We are each of minorities who must assuage and counter and bear with the tyrannies of majorities and each other; who, though often lost in the forests of our whims and demands, must contemplate the trilliums of hope. - Brian A. J. Salchert
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December 22 Having missed today, I come back to it from the day after with just enough faith to give it a chapel with a mellow bell. ~ Brian A. J. Salchert
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