2007-07-28 notes: [ If you have come to this entry without having read the one above it (sw00547math), please read it, and then return to this one. ] [ Tomorrow will be a better day to enter my--if I am viable tomorrow--1983 "Konen Hart's Chain Method for Determining the Coefficients of a Binomial". ] [ Konen Hart is a pen name I used for the original version of most of what is below. ] # Determining Binomial Coefficients (the complex way) The Method Case in point: 1//12//(12/2 = 6, - 1/2 = 5&1/2, x 12 =) 66// - It is presently Sunday, July 29, 2007. (66 - 12 = 54, 54/3 = 18, + 1/3 = 18&1/3, x 12 =) 220// (220 - 54 = 166, 166/4 = 41&1/2, - 1/4 = 41&1/4, x 12 =) 495// (495 - 166 = 329, 329/5 = 65&4/5, + 1/5 = 66, x 12 =) 792// (792 - 325 = 463, 463/6 = 77&1/6, - 1/6 = 77, x 12 =) 924. # Comments I was led to the above discovery (or creation, if you wish) by a desire to find a method for determining the coefficients of a binomial that was different from (and "better" than) either Pascal's Triangle or the Binomial Theorem. It was a difficult struggle. It continues to be a difficult struggle. But on 9-15-83 the long hours spent investigating the Binomial Theorem and--especially--Pascal's Triangle (and trying this & trying that) resulted in the breakthrough here exemplified. I hope that this is only a beginning. It is the beginning of my understanding of interrelated arithmetic sequences, and of the 2nd and higher orders of arithmetic sequences. Securely locked within each other, they do not allow one easy access. If, for instance, I should want to know only the coefficient for the 7th term of (x + y)¹², my searches have so far revealed to me that merely a minor shortening of the Binomial Theorem will suffice. It happens that—as a large enough Pascal's Triangle will show See this site (title below) inserted in my 1983 paper on 09.29.07— 7 is at the apex of the triangle with the Triangle that it and 12 (column two) and 12's 7th term define. So it's five to the right and five up column two: that is, (11 x 10 x 9 x8 x 7) divided by (2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6), and the quotient then multiplied by 12. If you noted the - 1/2, + 1/3, - 1/4, + 1/5, - 1/6 in the chain, you know where the (2 x 3 x 4 x 5 x 6) is coming from.An easy way to remember why comes from knowing that in the going across/ each of these numbers represents the order of the arithmetic sequence the coefficient at that point is a member of. So the coefficient of the 3rd term of a binomial is a member of an arithmetic sequence of the 2nd order, and the others follow in like manner. Another view of the problem proposed here is: ( 1/720 (n-1) (n-2) (n-3) (n-4) (n-5) ) n. The Binomial Theorem definitely is a beautiful gift. In regards, though, to my chain method, I have nothing to say about the beauty of it; but there are a couple to facts about it I found intriguing. The first was—once I found I needed that sequence—the need to alternately minus and plus the fractions required. The second was the need to subtract the power of the binomial/ from the determined coefficient of the 3rd term at the start of determining the coefficient for the 4th term, and then the following corresponding need to subtract the remainder of this first subtraction/ from the determined coefficient of the 4th term at the start of determining the coefficient for the 5th term, etcetera. There is much yet to learn; but whatever the future of this method I've devised, what most now pleases me is that I was able to devise a new viable method at all. Now to finish: //(924 - 465 = 461, 461/7 = 65&6/7, + 1/7 = 66, x 12 =) 792// (792 - 461 = 331, 331/8 = 41&3/8, - 1/8 = 41&1/4, x 12 =) 495// (495 - 331 = 164, 164/9 = 18&2/9, + 1/9 = 18&1/3, x 12 =) 220// (220 - 164 = 56, 56/10 = 5&6/10, - 1/10 = 5&1/2, x 12 =) 66// (66 - 56 = 10, 10/11 = 10/11, + 1/11 = 1, x 12 =) 12// (12 - 10 = 2, 2/12 = 2/12 or 1/6, - 1/12 = 1/12, x 12 =) 1. September 17, 1983 Konen Hart This last: By way of correction, the highest order of arithmetic sequence in a given binomial is that order to which its middle term (or pair of terms) belongs. # Have decided to include an odd-power example. Have chosen (x + y) to the 9th power - 1//9//(9/2= 4&1/2, -1/2 = 4, x 9 =) 36// (36 - 9 = 27, 27/3 = 9, + 1/3= 9&1/3, x 9 =) 84// (84 - 27 = 57, 57/4 = 14&1/4, - 1/4 = 14, x 9 =) 126// (126 - 57 = 69, 69/5 = 13&4/5, + 1/5 = 14, x 9 =) 126// (126 - 69 = 57, 57/6 = 9&1/2, -1/6 = 9&1/3, x 9 =) 84// (84 - 57 = 27, 27/7 = 3&6/7, + 1/7 = 4, x 9 =) 36// (36 - 27 = 9, 9/8 = 1&1/8, - 1/8 = 1, x 9 =) 9// (9 - 9 = 0, 0/9 = 0, + 1/9 = 1/9, x 9 =) 1. - Naturally, I like to think that the algorithm exemplified in both this working out and/ in the prior one/ will prove to be of more than just play value. Obviously, it is a method that does do what it is meant to do. I know, Newton's raised dots did too. Still, I am pleased. * © 2006 Brian Salchert Thinking Lizard - Afternote: This evening (some evening in 2006) and late this morning of July 29, 2007, I visited a hidden-author Pascal's Triangle site at Tripod wherein what are there called Triangular Numbers and Square Numbers (even-odd pairs beginning with 0 and 1) are in fact consecutive terms in the zero-included nnss (natural number summation sequence). About the rows in the Triangle/ this hidden author makes some observations I was quite taken by, the one regarding primality especially; but this author does not point out that these numbers are Bernoulli numbers. Even so, it is worth perusing. Read only. - See also Rasko Jovanovic's World of mathematics and mathforum.org's pascal page # A Collection of Identities and Formulas Involving Binomial Coefficients (title of site linked to in paragraph 2 of Comments above) # Brian A. J. Salchert
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Saturday, July 28, 2007
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Thursday, July 26, 2007
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Autobio On Not Fitting In 2006-09-08 * Two Notes from 7-28-93 (the first is from a younger--not me--Brian) I live every day in my own little world . . . people speak to me but they seem so far away. I don't seem to belong . . . I don't ever seem to fit in . . . then why do I even try when it's not any use. * * * * * * * Exactly. All the great thinkers in their magnificent thoughts and all the great makers in their wondrous inventions didn't fit in, but they created out of what was/ realms that challenge and strengthen and blaze, and things that constantly revitalize each new day; and prod the lot of us who are not so blessed to step beyond our tiny spaces and fit in with them and become more than we ever thought we could possibly be because of and through their rebellious and expansive visions. Me and Asperger's Syndrome: the speech of a 5th grader to his classmates Brian A. J. Salchert
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2006-09-23 Not until several days ago did the locked doors in my consciousness finally open up, allowing me to realize/ it is not writing poems, nor is it writing diaries/journals, nor is it doing mathematical investigations, nor is it attempting to craft a will, nor is it presenting a post-Katrina house design for places which might get flooded so no more owners will get trapped on their roofs, nor is it whatever discipline my brain becomes interested in/ that I could honestly say is my passion; but, rather, that/ my passion is purely the act of creating something, be it no more than a new-use-for-me way to fold a section of toilet tissue. Thinking Page Brian A. J. Salchert
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Autobio Another View of Myself [ The following was posted in a now-dead blog on August 30, 2006. It opens with a quote from an email I had written two days before. ] "I can't get past how different I am from others, but then, I have all these strange diseases/ or aspects of them. I know I came close to being autistic. Yesterday I learned I have some traits found in those with Asperger's Syndrome, a malady linked with autism. On one site the author suggested Einstein and da Vinci were Asperger's candidates. Hmm--! In reading some of my 1976 sonnets again, I did note how frenetic I can be sometimes. Is my epileptic brain to blame? Not sure. I do have tantrums and fit spells. I do get obsessed. I do get overly enchanted with and protective of/ what I/ string together in my space. I can rather easily be, or seem to be, aloof. Numbers fascinate me. Everything fascinates me. Of course, words do. Which brings up . . . the 'Language Poets'. Spent much time late last night . . . reading about them at various online sites. At one site, a site I have not completely gotten through yet, the author said that language poetry 'is not William Logan's cup of tea'. Do not know if William Logan still is, but when I studied under the late Donald Justice at UF in the mid 1980's, Mr. Logan was the head of UF's Creative Writing Program. Maybe you already know. Anyway, one of my sonnets begins: I love the sonnet, so blustery free, laughing in its chains, . . . and ends: I hate the sonnet. Don't you? Its present title is: Day 34. February 3rd - See, even though I in some ways have low self-esteem, I nonetheless am obviously, like an emotional vampire, persistently obsessed with myself." - Post Note: - While I am not always confessional, I never (sic) have been afraid to be; and/ that is because however unpleasant my revealings) I believe/ whatever I reveal about myself is an exploration of the state of being Earth-alive, and so has the potential to be generalized sufficiently to be of service to others. - There is this, however: The WWW/Internet noosphere is not--due to "necessary" ISP censorship--as open as I would prefer it to be. Therefore, even while I censor myself--grudgingly--because I would rather entertain a broader audience than not have an audience at all, the right to free speech is a major unsolved online issue. T U ~ the itsy-bitsy gregarious hermit guy 34: February 3rd at sonnets.org Mental Health Disorders: alphabetical list Brian A. J. Salchert
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Autobio My First AOL Journal appears to have been born in August and killed in September of 2006. Most of it consisted of math entries. The name I chose for that attempt was: brian-salchert-at-65. What entries I reproduce here will be identified by the inclusion of "at65" in each entry's title. Outside of that, each will be coded as is appropriate and is consonant with the codes I am using now. Reproducing one of its math entries will be difficult, but I want to show it. - Entry titles from original journal: Another View of Myself Creativity On Not Fitting In Determining Binomial Coefficients (the complex way) Sterling Numbers and Binomial Coefficients Relationships Between Squares Pascal's Triangle: peculiarly viewed # Brian A. J. Salchert
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
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Opinion Credit The idea of credit is a work of the Devil; and if not the Devil, it is the work of an entity or entities similarly evil. The value of a human being is not proved by her or his credit score. As I have written other places in my passage, these United States may well be "the home of the brave" but they are not "the land of the free" and the presence of the tapeworm of credit is just one of the reasons why. We are taught that the only equitable way one's trustworthiness can be measured is by how well one manages credit. That is a lie. What is worse is that our ruled- by-the-rich government blatantly supports usury. For many years I labored in the hospitality industry, and could tell story after story, but just this one: there are bankers who do not use credit cards. Would that they were the ones who/ made laws. valuable FTC credit information Brian A. J. Salchert
Monday, July 23, 2007
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Regarding This Journal - E17 Entries so far by monthly major interior first and last codes: nov _ p00001aqi - sw00046usabys dec _ sw00047usabys - sw00056usabysc jan _ sw00057jc - sw00137pc feb _ sw00138olp - sw00241aih mar _ sw00242aih - sw00295math apr _ sw00296a - sw00356a may _ sw00357ut - sw00437a jun _ sw00438june - sw00527june jul _ sw00528ut [ These can be used at Google. ] [ Those ending with a "c" are contents entries which may have links to the contents listed. ] Brian A. J. Salchert
Sunday, July 22, 2007
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The Undulant Trees At the Wheel cigarettes chasing bets faces swaying like amulets § Reflection It is almost midnight again Though I've looked at myself continually when the moment comes I know I will be the same Somewhere bells It is Sunday morning again I have written to whomever for thirteen years to show him who I am and who he is and who we are He has hardly seen ~ ~ essay about body-mind set | see especially page 411 | read only ~ Brian A. J. Salchert
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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Regarding This Journal - Searching Sprintedon Hollow E16 [ 2007-07-20 update: Do read what is beneath this update. The most important month in my journal is March of 2007. Today I learned at Google how to access my archives one month at a time; but I have since learned I can only access the month in which my journal began. Don't ask why. Here is what is required: the first 3 sections of my URL demarcated from each other by a / with another / following the third section; then a section named archive (followed by another /); then the year of the archive being sought (followed by a /); then the number of the month being requested. This is how a November 2006 search looks minus the /'s: journals.aol.com thinkinglizard bajs archive 2006 11 So, 5 /'s will be needed. ] Since AOL uses Google Search, whatever works at the latter will also work here. The reason I have here replaced my usual Journal Links Center signifier set with SH sitemap: p00260jlctr is my extra-reason desire to emphasize the p00260jlctr signifier in its set because I also wish to emphasize the value of the like in my Sprintedon Hollow URI-URL signifier sets. As I have noted elsewhere, this journal can be searched (among the many other ways it can be searched) through the use of p00260jlctr alone or any similar SH signifier such as sw00537ut, which is the one just before this entry's sw00538rtj. To repeat further: "sw", which once represented Salchert's Weblog, now represents the "s" in Sprintedon and the "w" in Hollow. If I haven't made an error somewhere, "00538" represents entry 538. The signifier for the entry where this journal's alpha codes are explained is: sw00254rtj wherein the "rtj" represents Regarding This Journal. The "ut" above represents The Undulant Trees which is a book of mostly old poems I have not yet completed. Impediments!: I am, as I normally do, testing and testing; and, alack and alas, I have discovered that AOL does not search this site as Google does.So, here are some test results along with information pertaining to them. - : In AOL's search-this-site mode, tags take precedence; but not really. Best I can figure/ AOL wants a searcher to go to this journal's Journal Links Center or to this journal's archives. One entry I can access three ways; another I cannot access at all. There is no consistency. Besides, getting to 2006 is unnecessarily difficult. - : At Google, though tags are important there also, I am able to use the signifier type shown above. - : I am not in the mood to do so, but I am, therefore, going to return to using tlbajs# signifiers such as tlbajs260; or, whatever signifier or signifier set seems best to use for access here. - : Have concluded I need to change the names of some of my entries. Pooper scooper. By the way, AOL is not "Hell". There are things I can create here I cannot create elsewhere or definitely cannot create as easily elsewhere. Just certain things here are trying me; but if I am anything at all, I am persistent. "How Internet Search Engines Work" by Curt Franklin Brian A. J. Salchert
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
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The Undulant Trees The Answer I am, and am here at this moment because, because, because, because, because from infinity into infinity § Wedding Prayer Let what passes pass well in order that your house may be, peacefully. § FYI Some will call Many will send But in the end You are all So if you attend Attend with care Let not befall Conditions where No one is there Here Comes Everybody Brian A. J. Salchert
Saturday, July 14, 2007
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The Undulant Trees Emblazoned Elm The sky's fair this July late afternoon, the air pulses: living graphs of scintillation; & words elude me/ just as/ all else does. 7-6-84 & 7-2-05 * And Mary had a little prayer. She wasn't good enough to care. She sent the prayer to: Anywhere. 11-3-00 * So, Gods, I became; I tried; I failed. I became again; I tried again; I failed again. I became once more; I tried once more; I failed once more. I want to die; but I/ am not yet dead; therefore, I am; I do; the judge is . . . you. 11-3-00 & 7-2-05 Brian A. J. Salchert
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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Venturings Channelled Octet If by thine eyes thou dost portend adieu, Let morning's dew be what thou dost intend So that what passeth 'gainst the sun's purview Will be night's tears, and not our/ twining's end. Stay on, sweet pulse, whose measures so entrance I can not move but as/ your music wands Such as commands a star-beholder's glance Enraptured by the spheres of choired beyonds. Shakespeare's Sonnets - at sw00050usabys in December 2006 archives is a 1962 sonnet I wrote to Shakespeare - scroll down to October: Year-day 284 - Brian A. J. Salchert
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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June 2007 picture of me - bajs photo entry 4 Clicking photo defaults to an error page the hat in this photo has since been thrown away ~ the darkness on the right belongs to a tree trunk ~ i am standing on a platform above Lake Springfield ~ the bag in my left hand is holding me up Brian A. J. Salchert
Monday, July 9, 2007
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[ last modified: 2008-10-17 ] Seminary (1961/62 Jesuit Novitiate poems) Recently I defined myself as "the eclectic nonentity"; and also recently, after a visit to/ my primary doctor, I said to a seemingly healthy tall stranger standing in the waiting room: "I am a leftover." The central reason I have chosen to share Seminary is: what it reveals about me as/ a developing human. During that time I was both in a state of passionate misguided religiosity and a state of self-awareness denial. At this moment, when my continuance remains a deepening mystery, my neutered broken-back hollow-bone weak-bladder short-circuit-prone dimininshed body breeding a vast emptiness, I return to that confusion I was because I need to, need to understand it more fully in order to help me determine where/ I go from here. As I/ have often revealed, my life has been marked by numerous mystical events. Whoever/ it is I am, was supposed to be, or yet will be given the op/por/tunities to be, my going back to that time prior to the mystical day of my going forth from that Jesuit complex in Minnesota/ is essential. The day I left/ a teacher Jesuit came upon me in one of the walkways outside the large chapel where Mass was being celebrated. After asking me what is equal to asking: "Whither/ goest thou?": he told me to kneel, and he gave me a blessing. Being/ the being I am, I accepted his blessing as a sign from the Holy Spirit that a different mission thereafter/ would be mine to fulfill. In some ways I have fulfilled it; in other ways I've turned from it. It is time to put fear aside, and put aside with it my obstinate clinging/ to desires to know. It is time to enter the tabernacle of/ beyond-understanding. I see I just countered myself. Crazy is as crazy does. Perhaps encountering again this Brian who was/ will be a walk into/ the tabernacle of/ beyond-understanding. - - 1 Aerual - 2 Spiriel - 3 Manuol - 4 Jesus Bound - 5 Untainted Ewe - 6 Ode to the Mid-month - 7 On the Feast of Saint Agnes - Sunday February 10, 2008: Appears I have run out of seminary poems with dates on them. Therefore, if I continue this project, it will be with reminiscences. - The Society of Jesus in the United States ~ Brian A. J. Salchert
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* click on photo set to enlarge photo entry 3 Springfield, Missouri Brian A. J. Salchert
Sunday, July 8, 2007
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Math Calendar Revision Have spent considerable hours this weekend investigating aspects of the long-count (baktun) calendar of the astonishing Maya Civilization and its December 21, 2012 end date. Although I could revert to my original plan, my new plan is to simply have a strict 28-day 13-month calendar. Doing this will keep each year at 364 days, and so will force this year to end sooner than it does in the Gregorian Calendar, and thereafter (for too many years to be concerned about) force each year to both begin and end sooner. What to me is of interest in all of this is how my year will compare to the Gregorian year in 2012. If my calculations are correct, the 364th day in my calendar will occur on December 24 in the Gregorian Calendar. Since my calendar's year always begins on a Monday, it always ends on a Sunday. My calendar's mid-week day is Thursday (Thor's Day / the god of thunder's day). Why do I care about these things? Mysteries (the wonders thereof) and mystical synchronicities. sites of interest The Year 2012 Novelty Theory singularity Brian A. J. Salchert
Thursday, July 5, 2007
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Regarding This Journal Internal Changes - - - E15 In spite of certain negatives, the positives here supercede what I have found elsewhere, especially for my creative projects, of which there will be many more, assuming I am granted the time to pursue and complete them. This entry is number 530, and I will not have been here a year until November 2nd passes. - I am shifting my writings about others to a Blogger blog, but what of that is already here will stay here. I know I could begin another journal in AOL space, but I have my reasons for not wanting to. If I ever decide to create a third blog, I will do so in yet another location. There are locations I will not venture into as they are too restrictive. That AOL in not forcing me to focus my journal on a specific topic (to belong to a foreign-to-me group) is the main reason I thought I might try journaling here a second time. That a female AOL representative convinced me significant improvements had been made here is why I did. However anyone or any entity views me, I am my own group. I cannot function in an Internet realm which refuses to sufficiently accommodate me. The end of my days as a viable human has become such a constant concern in my spirit it is as if it is a tangible creature, one that has found a rent-free space inside of me; but I am blessedly alive, and if no one visited my Sprintedon Hollow I could continue creating it in this space, given that this space or something in me did not prevent me from doing so. Besides, at least two of my entries have been linked to: one by a literary site and the other by a technology site. Shortly after I initiated this second journal in AOL space/ I ditched the visitor counter because it counted me as a visitor. There persists in me a wry strain of humor. - 9 of my books of poems are in this journal, plus 2 books which are in progress, plus the poems in my autobio entries. Paul Hoover on the powers of wonder Brian A. J. Salchert
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
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Autobio 6 Lines The 6 lines beneath this note have no title other than the possibililty of letting them be entitled "While Reading a Review" as it was then they came to me. The review was of an anthology of British poets. It may have been written by Andrew Duncan, but I am not sure of that. The online page it is on is identified as ae162, the "ae" meaning Angel Exhaust magazine. I placed three comments from it in the notebook I am presently using. The last is: "The idea that language does anything on its own is poorly founded; the pro- ject of investigating language without investigating people and their behaviour towards each other is short-term and self-defeating." ~ I am a nothing who never was, and never will be. If you want to see what death is, visit me. ~ 1940 Day Lewis-Strong anthology review Search tlrho0006 at Google Blog Search to read my "Prayer on Independence Day". Brian A. J. Salchert
Monday, July 2, 2007
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The Undulant Trees [ Beneath this note are two poems concerning incidents which took place several years apart, and about which I am only partially aware. Both sets of incidents were in mobile home (mo-ho) communities. To my knowledge the events in the first mo-ho community do not relate to those in the second. ] Mo-Ho Community 1's Story That quiet day as I walked toward where the mailboxes were/ on the patio of the long brown mo-ho two young tall blacks held a shorter black upside down. At the patio's far end, seated on a chair, was a white teen who'd been a neighbor of ours. Though I didn't count them, there were in all about seven young blacks, one of whom was the group's sentinel; but no one else was in sight, and I was just passing by. ~ Mo-Ho Community 2's Story 1 On a day I had a need to speak with the manager/ two tall slender guys, one with a basketball, were waiting for something near the office. The basketball guy seemed half black half white, and the other seemed nearly all white. I learned they were going to be living in a mo-ho toward the end of the street which ran north from the mailboxes. 2 A month or so later, just after I'd gotten my mail, a teen black whom I had once met and briefly spoken with and came to know/ some things about, was heading to the corner mo-ho across the street where a friend of his lived. He paid no attention to me; and I, curious, decided to delay my walk home. Once he'd/ alerted his friend, he quickly strode back to his place, which was one or two mo-ho's north of where the new guys lived. As he turned off the street into his yard, he lowered his jeans so far they nearly slid to the bottoms of his yellow/brown boxers. Then I saw that block distant another young black/ facing me. For a moment we scanned each other, and I made/ no move toward him. 3 About two months (or so it seemed) after that/ while I was again conversing with the manager, I was told the two young guys had moved, and had defaulted on their lease. It was either that day or several days later Irevealed to the manager what I suspected had occurred, though I knew what I knew proved nothing. 4 What I did know was that the central figure was a student at a high school I had twice been in because of tropical storms. One evening, while online, I went to that school's web site and did some fruitless searching, but found an error on its home page. Early/ on another day when I was by the office/ I had a chance to speak with that school's student about whom I knew some things, and I did speak with him. I told him of the error on his school's home page. - Little Pieces Brian A. J. Salchert
Saturday, June 30, 2007
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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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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
sw00496june-poem54.jd
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
sw00484june-poem44.eight
June 2007 Eight a clock and she's been ticking ever since Arizona Authors Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00483june-poem43.seven
June 2007 Seven When the cow died the mockingbird mooed League of Utah Writers Brian A. J. Salchert
sw00482june-poem42.six
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