beard frame badger
ground hog and hamper

on just such conditions
I might praise a hoopla

lion worm*

(graveyard)

-at least that's what it says up there

turbinado sugar chopping
block battle
ax

one dollar thirty nine sent
wooden you no

pocket change shoe
horn hamstring

hamburger
hat

ax the answer man
powder baking soda black
strap bottle

shirt tip burly boot skeet
crotch n crutch dot cruet n
building n block o flat

ant hat patter
ant hammer

paddle foot

splint

[87] American debility


     To transmute crime to wisdom, & to stem

     The vice of Japhet by the thought of Shem.


[88]      Eloquence

             Intellect   1 Method

                             2 Imagination

                                    power of symbols

                                    "rugged & awful crisis"


     Irish Eloquence of common people

     example of the animal heat division

          There must be spirit too


Language.  Words borrowed from animals

     to dog

     to raven

     to cow

     to ram

     to ape

     to horse

     to rabbit

     to snake

     to badger

     to worm

     to rat

from Ralph Waldo Emerson's blog, er,

JOURNAL O, 1846
Vol IX, page 384, 1843-7

ANT

to ant, I might add

stiff

wind frogs

in full throat

my house seems to be breathing a little heavier than usual

suddenly somebody pulled the shade
it's quite drak outside

dark

It's that thin layer of cirrus clouds, low rather than as usual high, so that the sunset is reflecting as if just overhead, ORANGE. Very peculiar.

The air this afternoon grew steadily more agitated until dusk, and now it is incredibly ORANGE. The entire sky is an ORNAGE DOME as if we are inside a live smoldering coal. When I go outside my skin turns ORANGE - the atmosphere remains cool and gusty.

Most of the laundry hanging outside dried, which hasn't been the case this wet summer.

my equally untidy mistakes
with which I always seem to tinker

the massive hurricanado
about the size of Colorado

God is indeed a jealous God -
He cannot bear to see
That we had rather not with Him
But with each other play.

Emily Dickinson #1752

sun's fade
clouds coming out of the east

Salam Pax on Fresh Air

Still no noticable effects around here from the hurricane, though today has been a bit different than others, so I guess I am going to contradict myself.

It's been clear and dry all day, cool and even brisk this morning, and when I took the dog over to the graveyard at about 7 this morning, there was no dew. Usually my feet get wet, and I have to take off my shoes when I get back home, but not today.

So I did some laundry and hung it outside, and it's drying quickly.

The breeze is picking up, but doesn't yet smell of the coast, which it does sometimes when a hurricane pushes weather this far. Asheville remains anyway a good distance from the coast, at some points about 350 miles, I think, maybe more.

But anyway, I just took the dog over to the graveyard again, and it is getting breezy, and it appears hazy to the east. Cirrus clouds seem to be moving in overhead, and although they appear almost everywhere, the sun beams down without interruption.

It's likely that this is the extent of any hurricane around here.

Just had a nice gust whipping the windchimes and coming in the window.

Really, I couldn't ask for a better afternoon.

don't worry, please, I won't stick Thoreau's passage about the ant war up here, though I do recommend it for those who haven't had the pleasure of reading it

- from Emerson (again), and found within his essay "Persian Poetry"-

On the occasion of Solomon's marriage, all the beasts, laden with presents, appeared before his throne. Behind them all came the ant, with a blade of grass: Solomon did not despise the gift of the ant.

Please scroll down to have a gander at the pic-

It might come as a pleasant surprise...

(I am going to miss Johanna, though I understand the predicament)

My time is all jammed up as well.

Whoa! where's my umbrella?

Is she who she appears to be?

for more info

Thanks Jean, are you up early today too?

I like it here in blogville, but I've been so busy it's felt like a conflict lately.

I guess it'll just have to be that way for awhile.

I'll be in and out.

The time gaps between blogging locales is always interesting. Sometimes the post-it times seem significant, and at others they are merely random.

Soon I'll have all my vowels confiscated, left here to hiss and expectorate.

"sscthlpqpgrdmnbcxxcxcbvcghfprtwz"

"Those who are esteemed umpires of taste...you learn that they are selfish"

thus Emerson begins his essay "The Poet"

"Their knowledge of the fine arts is some study of rules and particulars"

and then there are those self-appointed umpires

we might pause then and consider motives behind
the words rather than what might be found on the surface

which is what people have been doing over at
and it's no wonder that
setting up an umpire

maker rule makers

own motive seeming self
to whomever can bear reading screed
(though some disgreement arises)

as if poetry necessarily fits into specifically
designated and predesigned
mold

for some reason I thought we've moved beyond all this

to a poetic momentary responsive and sleek
a quick thing adaptable to a various and unlimited demos

the maker of poems an ambassador of the irrational
in a time when such ambassadors assume responsibility

for all that is under assault

the cat came in knocked some stuff over in the kitchen and now wants out

me and the dog and the frogs
in the daylight and under the moon

cool and misty the sky clear
moon waning bit by bit
I could hold up my left hand and cup it
while the other side melts

we went over to the graveyard
where the dog walked on two legs

she was in feed mode and the
fruit she wanted is not so abundant
as it was a couple of weeks ago

on the korna cousa so she actually stood
on two legs and wobbled around
she actually walked around this korna cousa bush

on two legs
eating fruit

the frogs are fading some though
some persist

I heard the church bells chime seven following
that little standard arpeggio 8 note melody

church bells digitalized
the human element removed

though I can still hear some frogs
more faintly

under the indoor electrical hum

more than moonlight
the dog is now following me around
staking me out staring
at me she wants to go out

and the darkness is giving way

just heard my first bird of the day

sat here earlier and had a cup of green tea
looking through computerland

now I popped open a thermos of twig tea I made Friday morning and now here it is
Sunday and the twig tea is still warm

all it takes is one bird
now they are all talking

been reading some Alice Notley
sneaking around with two of her books

checked them out from the library
librarian failed to deactivate the steal strip

I went charging out the door and all the alarms went off

this little gate tried to stop me but I was tearing along

the librarian told me to slow down for a second try

I walked slowly through and the alarm didn't go off

later it all happened again

charging in and out of the library with Alice Notley

it was all her fault
but we got it straightened out

looking around in computerland

when I heard John Ritter died I didn't know, well, who he was

I still don't

for the most part I just do not watch TV

that might be be

cause I don't have one

that cat wants in again

tree frogs still wailing

that's not it

more like song

frog song

it's funny to go outside and hear them from above

still dark and turning autumnal

cool

rode the bicycle to the tailgate market yesterday morn and wore a flannel shirt with long sleeves

this morning is not as cool as yesterday at the same time

rather

it doesn't feel to be as cool

still dark outside - got up at four and dog started barking - looked outside - moonlight - everything glowed - but I didn't see anything worth barking at - the cat came in and wanted food - the dog went back into the closet

tree frogs still going strong

another book to take to my (lush) island

1)
2)
3)
4)
5)
6)
7)
8)
9) The Complete Plays of Michael McClure
10)

So what if it's not real?

I want it.

McClure's plays extend theater from the absurd to the ridiculous, and they do it with humor and intelligence. These plays Flarfed 40-45 years prior to the term. They offer an alternative to and critique the sentimental crap Disney (and all the rest).

Besides, I want to have fun on my island, not just wrinkle my foehead.

that's fourhead-

you know what I mean

I guess this place is back in business.

I want some results

that didn't last long

well

This blog is temporarily on hold.

Thanks to those who have been checking in, and thanks especially to Jean and Johanna for occasionally writing kindly about some things which happened here, for the links, for the laughs, and for tending blogs which are a pleasure to visit (there are many of these), but I've gotten too busy for blogging lately. It's fun but distracting.

So I am taking a break,

I'd like those options over to the right a lot better if I didn't have to constantly eliminate them-

(if you're using blogger, you probably know what I'm talking about)

2.43 hours of non-access to online networks

I guess I can call this

down

cut off from an almost habitual communication system
I seem to get caught up in

but back up again

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10. WC William's Imaginations: Silliman doesn't like it (this New Directions compilation of several books), but I ALWAYS return to it. I mean, it's what I have had for a long time now, hauled and shipped all over the country (like I bought it new for about $4.95?), and for my purposes it is (simply put and obviously no secret here) loaded with WCW's powerful early work and, as such, it's a fecund cornucopia (or something dammit (strange concept, fecund, okay, cornucopia, hmm, maybe)) (small on the outside, explosive on cracking it open) constantly offering up, whew! an unlimited source worthy of top ten inclusion for any period of enforced solitude on an island otherwise lush. Oh well, I have to have it, always and wherever.

time to shut it down and fire it back

well

I wouldn't call it up

again

the computer acting

well

I wouldn't call it

up

Oh! suddenly blogger has a new feature over to the right. Just place a check mark in the proper clot.

I meant to write slot.

Oh! I can hide it.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

ok ok packing
packing for the island

(anything but a desert)

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.

under further consideration

utile tic


because when Fred asks them, well, what do you suppose is

causing your elbow problem?  they don't have




this




this jerking procedure—    (akin to yerk and

per hum rebuff— a quick

and sudden thrust arrested—

push, pull, or

twist to          to	yerk as

as 		as to jerk one with




with the elbow to




to yerk an

and to yerk




yerk an elbow anyway 




where it would help to keep your elbow tucked

in yerking the tip up it doesn't

it doesn’t equate to line speed and don't




it don’t stop




stop yerking that

that that’s

that’s




my 	eyelid




this here tennis elbow will never ask the wife with

with the idea that wife

that the wife

is yerking

a utilities and entertainment program




if you don't stop jerking your

yerking

jerk

jerking your elbow will never get




has Japan finally realized that

that the Americans are jerking




from girlfriend to wife in ten easy steps

with the idea that wife




that the wife

is merely a utilities

and entertainment




but now that the utilities

have been deregulated and the




of all I couldn't stick my elbow out the

critical utility such as




the image on the screen randomly

yerking and




flicker




this simple experiment— whack




whack your elbow sharply and

I'd barely managed to stop yerking




small caliber rounds kicked dirt

near Lorca's elbow

and that limp yerking comrade




hooks and lines, a small net all

has Japan finally grasped




all those utilities for the

that those American yerks

and he rolled over onto his elbow and startled




he went another

another he

he went over in his mind the utilities he had to

he leaned on his elbow and yerked

at her and recalled




immediately and without a

with

without a doubt




a succulent fleet

notion of her

her yerking him



yerking

her yerking




her

knack knocker whack




whacking whack




yerking that

utile




tic thwacker

Why are islands where people always assume they might get stuck with ten books deserts?

This doesn't appeal to me at all.

If I remember correctly, although Gilligan's Island was referred to as a desert in the ditty, it did appear quite lush.

I might go live on Gilligan's Island, and then again, I might not.

I might bring some books given fair warning,

though I am not yet prepared to divulge the contents of my valise.

Head lecturer breaks this paradigm down thus into seven scraps which involve bluster accordion voice overt but abandoned - comparing eggplants to glass wheels - reviewing these lusts prior to patience and - finally - encouraging sycophant utilility elbow for jerking examinate promptly from weasand unwholesome.

exercise #1: find an ant which is identifiably a loner

got me a brand new
name brand

x

the distribution of which

ransack
in dream sinking

deep water

strange
I always floated before

this is what I call "flogging the urgencies"
look here and yelp

made thus the world an arrangement
of words

with these then drawn
the lines

which divide us

here we are already
deep in the future

I live in a house here              it's called


I call it       the           renta             the renta wreck

they have       cars             cars er called            that

I mean it's             falling            a

part            all around me            but but        it doesn

't      cost much                and                 I let

the weeds                    I let         the weeds

grow           I'm     I am a           gardener     a

gardener of              weeds   and they      grow

just fine               I don't have don't           have to

I don't                 have          to lift

a thumb         these these er            some     fine weeds

weeds             a        fine colony of           goldenrod

I can                  see          see it here   I see     see right out

side  this             this here broken                      this broken

                                                            winder

feeling bulldozed - buried in sand - considering the limitations of time - why there seems not to be enough of it - had to forgo looking at blogs the last couple of days - I actually had to stop myself - a real internal struggle - from doing what I wanted to do - which was to read blogs and post something on mine - but couldn't spare a moment - this will probably be the pattern for awhile as I take classes

pass

intefere

ants


(it's that




time

blue nose booby
ants on the prowl

make that post-truculent

boing can

garoo ant


deception imposed and tattoo agnostic
complex clinandrium blatant and split soon apparent wrist may
drift question
cancel in fact
whole distinctions are foreign to human

(t)s

apparently since some are
thus

bugged

nothing here but us

ants

sticks

ants in the

belfry

pantry ant migr

ant


worker

ant psychotherapy find solutions to ant any problems!

true ants

blue
ants

bone head repooblic

ant
s

flame boy ants

plumber
ants butcher baker
ant candles

tick

maker ants ants

on

a

spree

ticks

ant edith

ant emily

ant nell

ant betty

ant emily

ants all




ants

ants abide my former shun squander and snooze

x pert conclusions
to your ant

skin jacket

white footed flying




ants

carpenter

ants

obsolete 34

soft yeller

n
ice

ants on ice

body blunt speedway bang haggle bang broker
shadow repudiate arrow aghast coterie circuit
threw money mine tardy oh tardy oh posit squat

I prefer to unreason unable my garden stalk ants
invidious rapture inmost an anguish dread restless
conjunction lung stagger ant choo ant autocrat fowl

somethings are
just too funny

When I look at my links, I feel like a dunce in consideration of those that are missing, especially when I am reading about parthenogenesis and weaver ants and all those other little self-motivated reproductive wonders, glance to the right and go YIKES! Li's linked to my blog, and here I have been too lazy to increase my own links in who knows how long?

and for three days just pondering

ants

I wonder how they do that immaculate conception stuff anyway?

there sure are some sundry gallimaufry critters shaking the leg all hither and yon

ant according to Waldo Emerson -

"The instincts of the ant are very unimportant, considered as the ant's; but the moment a ray of relation is seen to extend from it to man, and the little drudge is seen to be a monitor, a little body with a mighty heart, then all its habits, even that said to be recently observed, that it never sleeps, become sublime."

or even John Ruskin -

"And the scientific men are busy as ants, examining the sun and the moon, and the seven stars, and can tell me all about them, I believe, by this time; and how they move, and what they are made of.

And I do not care, for my part, two copper spangles how they move, nor what they are made of. I can't move them any other way than they go, nor make them of anything else, better than they are made. But I would care much and give much, if I could be told where this bitter wind comes from, and what it is made of."

ant it something?

antsy pantsy
fancy christ

(thus I might imagine)