tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440145624572130092024-02-22T11:51:11.582-06:00Rhodingeedaddeebajs3217 at sbcglobal dot netbrian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.comBlogger369125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-86056244376507915392009-08-14T18:26:00.004-05:002009-08-14T18:32:35.741-05:00capturing transient transcendence<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
Consider what the best poems do. Are they not ways
of capturing transient transcendence? Here via
another medium is a vivid display of this: <a href="http://recently-banned-literature.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunrise.html">Sunrise</a>
by William Michaelian.
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-37179781054470525852009-08-02T21:20:00.001-05:002009-08-02T21:21:26.391-05:00warnings<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
This poet is dead. So don't cross him.
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Don't remember when the last time was I got
a full night's rest. These days/ approximately
every hour my sleep breaks because I have to
go pee in the pot.
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In spite of what I and my doctor are doing
to prevent it, I have a feeling my bones are
turning to dust.
-
This afternoon while sitting in a chair in
the livingroom I told Janice's alien doll
which I have standing in a nearby rocker:
I think the end is near. I then noticed
tears welling.
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Am considering posting all my poems and
related works at Sprintedon Migrasaurus
one per post in this blog. I know many
are of no value, but I care not. If 6
or less are worth saving, the effort I
expended was worth it.
-
A flea bite from a flea I killed last
night has suddenly spread and become
worse. I put some triple antibiotic
ointment on it.
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And what about the swine flu expected
to be in this country in October?
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Should you be in need of some ways to ruin
your life/ I have a few.
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-38732232387450536292009-08-01T11:33:00.002-05:002009-08-01T15:41:02.539-05:00What Coleridge Thought<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
(1971) is a precise and therefore complex book
written by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Owen_Barfield">Owen Barfield</a>. I have not read the
entire book but the following from pages 127
and 128 are encapsulations that might entice
you to learn more. [Note: Wikipedia says this
Owen Barfield entry is in need of citations
but don't let that stop you from reading it.]
Reason
Imagination
Understanding
----------------
Understanding
Fancy
Sense
Reason (as "the source and birthplace of ideas")
Idea
Law
--------
Law
Theory
Sense
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-79829336422401058232009-07-31T17:22:00.003-05:002009-07-31T19:12:06.062-05:00visit with dermatologist positive<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
My legs are improving. Dermatologist has reduced my
need for four daily applications of Triamcinolone to
two daily. For that I am thankful as the routine I
must use is time-consuming and somewhat difficult.
Will be on the antibiotic medicine for another week.
Am to visit him again next Friday.
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-5329102712234001912009-07-29T16:11:00.002-05:002009-07-29T16:12:02.162-05:00autobio notes<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
Yesterday I searched through my Seminary poems and
determined every poem there was trash. Without a
doubt I was grievously askew spiritually during my
year-and-a-half at that Jesuit school. Conflicts
in my soul I should have come to terms with while
I was in high school intensified my misguided fervor
and most of the poems I wrote were ruined by it, to
say nothing of my technical inadequacies.
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My local sister bought a pair of jeans shorts, and
when I tried them on today I found I needed to roll
them up some, but I also found I no longer needed
to use the towel I was using over my legs so that
my keyboard would be high enough for its right end
to rest on the mouse pad on the stool to my right.
Thus, I now have that towel on top of the towel I
have been using on the table between where I sit
and where my monitor is atop the desk. Surely my
feet are now elevated high enough. I may not get
to heaven but my feet will.
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-26008126657463333092009-07-26T16:43:00.001-05:002009-07-26T16:43:33.373-05:00Have been feeling oddly empty<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
recently. Am unable to determine why, but have some
guesses; however, let's just say my psyche is in the
horse latitudes and/or the horse latitudes are in it.
Here is a little something I wrote two days ago:
Others
There are a million voices out there,
and they all keep changing:
clippity, clippity,
chug, chug,
bitter as butterflies.
----------------------------------------
Received another prize-winning book from
the Academy of American Poets. Am reading it. That
is, I was reading it. Perhaps I'm totally out-of-sync
with the variant new ways of writing even though some
of those ways I have used in my writing. In any case,
next to nothing is exciting me, not even Fanny Howe or
Franz Wright. There's an old song I one day tried to
track down, something about "and the days go by" is in
its chorus. Have it in my head it's a song by Devo; so
am going to try a Devo songs search. Have grown tired
of my minimal song lyrics, but an autobio project which
is not yet ready to continue posting awaits/ and poems
to be added to Scatterings which are in nearby folders.
It's just hard these days.
rho00364
</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-39871257866140814562009-07-24T22:07:00.001-05:002009-07-24T22:08:54.225-05:00Thinking Lizard revisited<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
As I remember it, I invented Thinking Lizard
(the icon and the press) and the pen name of
Alden St. Cloud in 1979. In 1980 I published
in the cassette medium and registered with
The Library of Congress <b>1976</b> (the 366
sonnets and 12 reflections version), <b>Postures</b>,
and <i>Fond du Lac</i>; and in 1981, I believe,
<b>Rooted Sky</b>. I no longer have saleable
copies of these. In 1982 in Austin, Texas, I
published as a paperback, <b>First Pick</b>, a
selection which included some poems that were
previously unpublished. I also registered it
with The Library of Congress. I have a mockup
of it, but I have dismantled this book. Soon
thereafter I let Alden St. Cloud die.
Thinking Lizard remains a viable press, but I
would need to update its ISBN system. The point
of this rehash is that I self-published books
of my poems. Those events are precursors to
what I have since done online, especially at
Sprintedon Migrasaurus (thinkinglizard.b---),
and to what I hope to do in the future: make
all my books of poems available for free in
PDF. As it is, I am not selling any of my poems.
You are welcome to browse through, and if
you encounter one you like, link to it or
display it on your web site. Heck, you can
even do that with one you think is horrid.
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-54956771322407373582009-07-22T09:55:00.008-05:002009-07-31T19:03:04.788-05:00Metarealism Hyperrealism and Transcendence<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
On May 30, 2009, Seth Abramson, having read Mikhail Epstein
on Russian Metarealism and Conceptualism, realized to his
surprise and chagrin that he was an American Metarealist.
On that same date J J Gallaher commented beneath Seth's
post and made a post on his own blog wherein that for him
Conceptualism would be more fun. He had been interested
in Hyperrealism in painting. Epstein saw the two he wrote
about as opposites with all others somewhere between them.
In painting, metarealism involves depicting a mood while
hyperrealism's goal is to equal the level of perfection
reached by digital photography.
If you allow a broad secular definition of transcendence,
all artists ((musicians, painters, sculptors, architects,
dancers, poets, and similar others) of whatever persuasion
and in whatever medium)) strive for transcendence, a reaching
beyond.
Among the results of a Google metarealism search are:
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metarealism">Wikipedia introduction</a>
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<a href="http://www.tendreams.org/metarealism.htm">Tendreams introduction</a>
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a Google Books result
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<a href="http://sethabramson.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-metarealism.html">Abramson's post</a>
-
<a href="http://jjgallaher.blogspot.com/2009/05/abramsons-american-metarealism.html">Gallaher's post</a>
---
One result a Google hyperrealism search garners is:
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperrealism_(painting)">Wikipedia introduction</a>
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with some being temporary.
Trying to keep my legs elevated is permanent
and I have been innovating toward that end.
Fortuitously, the furnishings I have for my
computer equipment are nearly perfect aids:
the 30-inches tall desk my monitor is now on,
the 22-inches tall table partially under that
desk on which are my modem and a towel folded
so it is two inches high for the heels of my
feet, the stool which is 23-inches tall and is
being used for my mouse and the right end of
my keyboard, the folding chair I am seated on
with a cushion beneath my rear and a cushion
behind my back, the glasses I wear which are
set for viewing my monitor which I have for
some years had three feet from where I type.
My keyboard is on a towel I've folded which
is over my upper legs. Am having to use a
yard stick to turn my computer and monitor on.
Will try to improve on this, but for now it will
have to do.
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-34356798655234436202009-07-15T18:23:00.001-05:002009-07-15T18:24:09.421-05:00Why Am I Online<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
is a question I have asked and answered often.
The Internet is my house of learning. That is
my common response. And while I'll never even
scratch the surface of what I would learn, no
further response is needed. However, there are
deeper reasons.
I used to be out and about easily, but that ended
in mid-January of 2003. It doesn't matter that
by current standards I am still a young man. So
I am a hermit, but not a true hermit. It isn't in
me. Yet, even if I made no contacts with other
humans, being online would suffice because I think
it would be enough to alleviate my loneliness.
An early post of what was my last AOL journal is
a note about Frederick Seidel. Due to a recent
comment by Michael Robbins beneath a Harriet post,
I have been learning more about this American
poet. If you do a Frederick Seidel 2009 search
via Google and choose the Google books result,
you can potentially read many of his poems. I
read, among others, "The War of the Worlds" and
found I liked it mainly because of his straight-
on yet imaginative way of engaging a difficult
topic. Three reviews worth reading are Sarah
Crown's "Chronicle of excess", Adam Kirsch's
"The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance", and this
one by Wyatt Mason in which he writes
<a href="http://www.harpers.org/archive/2009/04/hbc-90004764">". . .the cultural definition of what a poem is:
a thing that wakes us, shakes us, moves us,
and pays equal attention to the details of
living and the art of poetry."</a>
Therefore, God willing, I intend to be an online
human in spite of the varying technical challenges.
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-36334122664630629952009-07-09T16:47:00.001-05:002009-07-09T16:49:17.288-05:00It is my life<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
and I can live it destructively and I can live it
constructively and anywhere inbetween, and I have.
For a long time my opinion of myself has been: I
am not right. As much as I do not want to--though
sometimes (as the evidence shows) it seems I must
want to, I too consistently have made poor choices.
Had I had the vision, I would have lived both as
I chose and as I did not choose. Have been a Brian
and an anti-Brian.
Examples:
1. As a writer I would have been both reclusive
and highly visible.
2. As a purchaser of stocks, I would have traded
aggressively and invested judiciously in
growth stocks.
3. As a general consumer I would have allowed
myself some excesses but would have found
a residence I intended to remain in.
4. As a mind/body being I would not have favored
my mind over my body.
There's a current body story I am tempted to share
but a voice within says: Don't. Share it with
your doctors.
As some of you know, my life here in Missouri is
one of greater isolation than it was in Florida.
This is not to say I can't make it less so, but
I <i>am</i> more limited. Other blogger's write about
books and journals they are purchasing or have
received and about what they're reading out of
their extensive libraries. I have a library, but
little in it is contemporary, and presently my
days are heavy with other concerns. Actually, I
maybe shouldn't have a blog. Does it seem I'm
confused? I am. However, it isn't just isolation,
it's my lack of pertinent knowledge. It's my
inability to keep up. So much of my time is spent
visiting blogs and making my often difficult-to-
compose comments. Besides, that I do not have a
defined agenda to push as do certain bloggers in
that I do not belong to a coterie and am not bound
to a specific style makes me less interesting on
the face of it.
---
Am at the second chapter on Imagination and Fancy
in Owen Barfield's <b>What Coleridge Thought</b>, and at
the end of the first chapter Barfield presented
the passage in which Coleridge defined the Primary
and Secondary Imaginations. Barfield had stated
Coleridge was at odds with most thinkers--oriented
as they were toward scientific rationality--of his
time. Thus, as I suspected, Coleridge assigned
the Primary Imagination to the ". . . infinite I Am."
This puts me in line with Coleridge.
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Events of late have been signalling to me I am in
my last days. Yet there's no way of knowing. I
could concentrate my weakened energies. Fanny Howe
and Franz Wright? St. John of the Cross? The Age
of Pisces is in its last days. Even so, it may be
more than 300 years before the Age of Aquarius fully
takes over, which some say St. Germain will rule.
Others are expecting a new reign of Jesus and 1000
years of peace. Barring more miracles, I'm expecting
to be dead. The Dow had a lackluster day. Read that
President Obama said the government won't get into
healthcare insuring unless Congress can figure out
how to pay for it. GM is getting a second chance.
They ought to help revitalize the railroads. For me
tomorrow means another trip to my GP's office.
Just remember: a good poem is one you like, even if
you don't know why.
rh00359
</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-4054697995638310602009-07-08T09:06:00.000-05:002009-07-08T09:06:34.296-05:00Acacia<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
is an ingredient in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unna's_boot">Unna's Boot</a> product I purchased
yesterday at a medical supply business within walking
distance of where I live should I ever be determined
enough to walk there. According to the massive entry
at Wikipedia there are 1300 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/acacia">Acacia</a> species.
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was the date I became an AOL member.
Today, after spending days clearing
out and moving and/or deleting what
was being held at my Thinking lizard
email location at AOL, I deleted t l.
Later I submitted a completed formal
electronic AOL membership cancellation.
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-66401614795188803442009-06-22T22:08:00.002-05:002009-06-22T22:12:57.736-05:00from Romanticism to Materialism<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
is not an idea I would have thought of, but is one I
think is worth pondering. When I encountered it, I
immediately thought of William Wordsworth and Ralph
Waldo Emerson and William Carlos Williams with their:
"The world is too much with us"; "Things are in the
saddle"; "No ideas but in things." Could most poets
alive during the rise of Industrialism be considered
Materialists in spite of whatever intellectual and/or
spiritual values they held? In spite of their poetic
and/or aesthetic positions? A step back to take in
how thoroughly things--especially those "practical"
things which by our ingenuities we humans have made
and continue to make--have captivated us/ definitely
promotes this idea. See
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a>
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Waldo_Emerson">Ralph Waldo Emerson</a>
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Carlos_Williams">William Carlos Williams</a>
but also see
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Taylor_Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a>
and then go to this Joshua Corey post:
<a href="http://joshcorey.blogspot.com/2009/06/618.html">6/18</a>
It is his idea, and it seems to have arisen out of his
thoughts about Ammons, whose works he has been
reading; and out of his concurrent thoughts about Ashbery.
This post is heavy with conclusions I, for one, had never
entertained. However, if his general thesis is accepted,
most schools of poets since the Romantics could easily
be Materialists.
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-54581234358140242182009-06-21T17:33:00.001-05:002009-06-21T17:33:44.139-05:00This Summer Solstice Father's Day<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
is a day of new beginnings for me. In the physical
progenitorial sense, I am not a father, and it is
doubtful I ever will be or even want to be. What
then? Sometimes how one sees one's spirit becomes
reflected in one's body. Even though I have been
forgiven, I had let my outer body gather the dust
and dirt of years. Today, partly as the result of
my new GP's insistence, I began the move toward the
proper care of that organ. Am also in the process
of making more changes toward the betterment of my
inner body since she gave me permission to do that
which I thought I ought not do. Are you enjoying
my post-avant indirectness? If you are not, you
need to get with it as I can't promise anything.
It's all in the flow, and I cannot know how that
flow will go. Yes, I do already feel better but
the road ahead is long and treacherous. Those
of you who <i>are</i> fathers, I hope this day has been,
and continues to be, kind to you.
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Ditched at last my old home page and made Google
my home page. Google is a spider you know, and
we authors are arcane delicacies.
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Have upped my water intake, mostly by diluting
my nutrition drinks more.
-
J J Gallaher posted a rant against accessible poetry
which is drawing rebuttals from recent commentors at
Poetry Foundation's <i>Harriet</i>--am really not certain,
it may be from only one commentor at PFH. If it isn't
difficult it is isn't art, JJ contendeth. Bet you can't
find where I hid the egg.
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</p></font></pre>brian (baj) salcherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044014562457213009.post-57343101038305187822009-06-20T16:01:00.001-05:002009-06-20T16:02:44.117-05:00Kyphotic Hermit pause<pre><font face=Verdana size=2><p>
which may become permanent. 32 posts are at
Kyphotic Hermit. Here is a link list:
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1.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/08/y.html">Y</a>
2.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/08/sort-of-intro.html">sort of an intro</a>
3.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/08/doing-time-at-iowa.html">doing time at iowa</a>
4.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/08/julia-vinograd.html">Julia Vinograd</a>
5.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/08/aesthetic-openness.html">aesthetic openness</a>
6.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem-reading.html">poem reading</a>
7.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-reginald-shepherd.html">Mr. Reginald Shepherd</a>
8.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/09/somewhat-likeable-but-inconsequential.html">somewhat likeable but inconsequential</a>
9.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-routine-for-visiting-blogs.html">my routine for visiting blogs</a>
10.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/11/poets-are-conduits.html">poets are conduits</a>
11.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/11/sullen-grey.html">sullen grey</a>
12.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cannot-be-consoled.html">i cannot be consoled</a>
13.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-i-think.html">sometimes i think</a>
14.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/01/disheveled-life.html">disheveled life</a>
15.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-remembrance.html">in remembrance</a>
16.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/01/theme-variation.html">theme variation</a>
17.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-stand-being-human.html">i cant stand being human</a>
18.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/02/k-silem-mohammad-on-flarf.html">K. Silem Mohammad on Flarf</a>
19.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/02/james-wright-james-wright-robert-bly.html">James Wright, James Wright, Robert Bly</a>
20.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/03/denise-lows-blog.html">Denise Low's Blog</a>
21.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/03/their-conversation-continues.html">their conversation continues</a>
22.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/03/twenty-influences-on-my-writing.html">twenty influences on my writing</a>
23.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/03/toward-morning-while.html">toward morning while</a>
24.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/04/cover-scans.html">cover scans plus five poems</a>
25.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-industrial-world-and-poetry.html">post-industrial world and poetry</a>
26.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-latta-post-for-today.html">John Latta post for today</a>
27.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/04/stephen-burt-elliptical.html">Stephen Burt Elliptical</a>
28.
<a href="htp://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/05/regarding-burts-new-thing.html">regarding Burt's New Thing</a>
29.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/05/coteries-categories-individuals.html">coteries, categories, individuals</a>
30.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/06/ragged-publication-list.html">ragged publication list</a>
31.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/06/eliot-ohara-radiohead-connection.html">Eliot, O'Hara, Radiohead connection</a>
32.
<a href="http://kyphotichermit.blogspot.com/2009/06/brands-by-dave-oliphant.html"><i>Brands</i> by Dave Oliphant</a>
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See bl00343 May 22, 2009.
From chapter VIII The Making of Meaning (II)
p. 138 [6]
When we start explaining the language of
famous scientists as examples of 'poetic
diction', it may well seem that the ordinary
meaning of that literary phrase has been
inflated beyond the bounds of reason. Never-
theless such an extension was necessary, in
order to make clear its real nature. Nor
has it been waste of time, if it has convinced
a single person who needed convincing,
how essentially parochial is the fashionable
distinction between Poetry and Science as
modes of experience.
. . . the rational principle must be
strongly developed in the great poet.
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p. 139 [6]
If the poetic is unduly ascendant, behold
the mystic or the madman, unable to grasp
the reality of percepts at all--being still
resting, as it were, in the bosom of gods
or demons--not yet man, man in the fullness
of his stature, at all. But if the passive,
logistic, prosaic principle predominates,
then the man becomes--what? the <i>collector</i>,
the man who cannot grasp the reality of
anything <i>but</i> percepts. And here at last a
real distinction between poet and scientist,
or rather between poetaster and pedant,
does arise.
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pp. 140-141 [7]
Provided, then, that we do not look too
far back into the past (i.e. beyond the
point at which the 'given' meaning of a
word first began to yield place to the
'created' meaning) language does indeed
appear historically as an endless process
of metaphor transforming itself into meaning.
Seeking for material in which to incarnate
its last inspiration, imagination seizes
on a suitable word or phrase, uses it as a
metaphor, and so creates a meaning. The
progress is from Meaning, through inspiration
to imagination, and from imagination, through
metaphor, to meaning; inspiration grasping
the hitherto unapprehended, and imagination
relating it to the already known.
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Over at <a href="http://moneyrho.blogspot.com/">Money Rho are financial links</a>.
Two of the moment are J. H. Kunstler's post
<a href="http://kunstler.com/blog/2009/06/too-stupid-to-survive.html">too stupid to survive</a>
in which he provides information about
the Congress for the New Urbanism (CNU),
an organization I had not heard of but
plan to become familiar with. <a href="http://www.cnu.org/">www.cnu.org</a>
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The other <a href="http://market-ticker.denninger.net/archives/1127-Ssssshhh....-Its-D-D-D-D-.....html">is Karl Denninger's post for today</a>.
Also, this evening President Obama is expected to announce
the granting of some benefits to same-sex partners who are
federally employed.
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Get off computer stool.
Go directly to toilet.
Do not take a side trip.
Do not save/ joke for today.
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Gorgeous George fell in a gorge,
and now the gorge is gorgeous, George.
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As I told a security guard
one night in Gainesville:
I used to be a slut for
the FBI.
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Brina had a little goat.
She used to grab it by the throat.
But when the goat grew big and strong,
Brina left the goat alone.
Then one day the old goat died.
Poor Brina, she was mystified.
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So I've been having trouble
getting to the hidden places on my blogs,
and trouble connecting to AOL,
and trouble getting comments to show
on other blogs; et, et, et, et.
Well--not that I hadn't seen this before--
come to find out from Google:
Your browser has cookies disabled.
This time it hit me, and so I minimized out
and went to my browser's advanced settings
and removed the check mark from the request
to clear temporary files each time
my browser is not being used.
It hadn't occurred to me until today
that clearing the temporary files
also meant cookies would be cleared.
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Beginning early last Wednesday and ending
several minutes before noon on Sunday, a
long-avoided necessary internal project
was essentially completed. The upshot of
that, however, remains an unknown. That
it's done is joy enough.
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Just completed a secondary project which
had been ongoing for some time but which
was halted while the more substantial
project held me.
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It is now 3:33 PM and I have a knotty post
pertaining to haiku you might enjoy: it is
<a href="http://knottprosepo.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-center-of-interest.html">Bill Knott's <b>looking for the no-center</b></a>
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Still having connection problems with AOL
but I think they may have begun the day I
dowloaded and installed IE8. Definitely,
IE8 is more security-oriented than IE7.
If Google Chrome has a recovery feature,
I may well try using <i>it</i>. I did open a
Google Mail account, but I prefer AOL's
email services/ even though I won't be
using them as extensively as I had been.
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Wish I could say I am done re-imagining
past events in my life, especially those
wherein I made disastrous choices, but--.
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Have begun a piece entitled "A Life Litany" that
already has an ending but that might become rather
long. It has four-line stanzas with the fourth
line/ the same three words. In a way it's a test
of how much a reader can take.
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Placed a comment beneath post kh00031. Everyone
who reads this should go there and read that.
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Am having problems in my <i>recent posts</i> section.
So either I will delete it altogether or change
it to a list.
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My sister took me out today to pick up a book,
Owen Barfield's <b>What Coleridge Thought</b>, at the
library we frequent; then to return an improperly
packaged item to a specific Wal-Mart, where we
also bought a few things; and then to a specific
QT for gas; and then back to here, where my sister
put together one of the things we bought.
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With a spattering of lightning and thunder,
threatening weather passed through here earlier
this evening, but it didn't deliver.
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No doubt the Bald Eagle is a beautiful national symbol
but while the Industrial Age passes/ I think we should
temporarily let the Crow be our national bird.
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I have been posting my quirky song lyrics at a rapid
pace as of late. They come as and when they come. I
have no overriding plan. If you want to snatch one
or more, go ahead. Feel free to mess with any of them
in your own space.
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Visited Adam Fieled's <i>Stoning the Devil</i> yesterday.
Left a comment. May link to that post of his at my
K H today.
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If William Michaelian and Joseph Hutchison wish to
continue their recent crow project, my encumbrance
need not be part of it. I will do whatever I do/
as an aside to what they do. That is why I didn't
post "Rhetorical" in a comment on William's blog.
I was merely riffing.
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My body is in hesitation mode again, but I've been
and will be eating 4 ounces of probiotic yogurt
every day. Am also trying to get myself to get
out and walk for at least ten minutes daily, and
I am making other changes.
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Although I first came online in April of 2000, I
am not of the Net Generation as Don Tapscott puts
it, and so I lack the confidence and skills NGers
have. I learn what I need to, <i>id est</i>, when I am
ready to learn what I need to or am forced to.
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I live moment to moment, my ongoing as an ashable
human primarily dependent on the will of God. I
am not out to prove myself better than or even =
to any other human.
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<a href="http://www.kiwifruit.org/">California Kiwi Fruit Commission</a>
Eat what's good for you Baj said to himself.
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to me. Today's features a streaming video talk:
"The Impending Demise of the University" by
Don Tapscott. You can access it at this URL:
www.edge.org/documents/archive/edge288.html
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has--according to a casual count I made this morning--
350 books, not including copies of books I have written
but including literary journals.
One of those books is <b>Reader-Response Criticism</b>
<i>from Formalism to Post-Structuralism</i> edited by
Jane P. Thompkins -- Copyright © 1980 by The Johns
Hopkins University Press. On page V the following:
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6poweaWeuA-BV0osLFvJvu3SaRNBBmuU_nMA7LEXRrwfKHEuOGv4fhZu0_kN0X5XFhaB6BKuknQeZNtGPwmTiFLDsnVgLyGCH0J2E_g02qHX8__LCxmNAMXcSA2bdpyYmr-sSLtd6DQ/s1600-h/2009-05-30-rrc-v.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6poweaWeuA-BV0osLFvJvu3SaRNBBmuU_nMA7LEXRrwfKHEuOGv4fhZu0_kN0X5XFhaB6BKuknQeZNtGPwmTiFLDsnVgLyGCH0J2E_g02qHX8__LCxmNAMXcSA2bdpyYmr-sSLtd6DQ/s320/2009-05-30-rrc-v.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341668104937980274" /></a>
click on image to enlarge
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