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Autobio           An Email to Anyone                  


 [ This was to be an email to a certain person,
    but since a technical impasse confronts me
    I'm making changes to it (while presenting 
    the core of it) here.  For some days I have
    been trying to understand a poetics which
    does not mesh with my personality but is
    nonetheless of interest to me.  Therefore,
    the info re the poems of mine in this entry.
    I am curious as to how they, in regards to 
    that poetics, position themselves.     BAJS ]


Anyone,

Read this once or twice and pay special attention to the 
author's remarks on silence and freedom, power structure,
and the vanguard.  Also this sentence: "It is a refusal to admit
that one participates in a language that requires active engagement."
Examples from the works of 3 poets are provided as an aid to
understanding, but I confess I am not yet capable of connecting
the examples given to the poetics proposed because I am not yet
capable of appreciating those examples.  In other words, they are
on a wavelength which is out of my present range.  So it could be
my poems may seem silly by comparison or, at worst, even just
as they are.  Actually, I think some of mine are examples of a
third or fourth or fifth poetics, not that poetics one (or any other)
has to be discrete.

The first link is to a poem quite unlike what will follow it.  My roots
are in quietism.  Silence has long been central to my aesthetic, an
aesthetic I recently called "My Noumenon Aesthetic" in which I 
used a metaphor which feminizes the subconscious.  See my new
Rhodingeedaddee blog.  This poem's "I" can be seen from angles
unrelated to each other:  1) author of poem   2) some other human
3) some animal, such as a bird.  The poem is tightly structured.  It
did not arrive whole, but from what did arrive I knew I had to work
out whatever more of it was to be in the same manner.  It did not
have a title, and it took some time for me to settle on one.  It is not
an easily understood poem--I don't fully understand it--although
there will be readers who think it is too simple and/or too haughty.
See 2007/04/10/sw00306a for "To Those I Am One With"

Three from Rooted Sky 2007
     See 2007/01/23/sw00102rs for "Dark Gazelle"
     See 2007/01/23/sw00103rs for ". . . Breakdown . . ."
     See 2007/01/24/sw00114rs for "What Color . . . Death?"

One from 1976: in 2006
      See 2006/11/22/sw00035usabys for "February: Year-day 47"

One from Postures 2007
      See 2007/02/12/sw00203p for "Four for John Ashbery"

One from Venturings
     See 2007/04/25/sw00348v for "U"

One on concluding page of Justan Tamarind epic
     See 2007/05/10/sw00385jt for "Incantation" (below epic)

Five from June 2007
     See 2007/06/30/sw00526june for "Monday"
     See 2007/06/06/sw00455june for "Therefore,"
     See 2007/06/07/sw00459june for "Down Up"
     See 2007/06/18/sw00494june for "Rant"
     See 2007/06/10/sw00467june for "Raison d"etre"


The alphabet poems in June 2007 are 2-column 9-row lists.

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The Poem Is You


Brian A. J. Salchert                  

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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 





 
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