About Me Letter

 

 

 

Born 16Jan41, in a cold place--rumbles above making me cry,

I am Brian Salchert, so I have been told.  I am 59—well, we

have to live with definitions, sometimes.  I am an ad-lib

horizontal comedian with a quirky sense of humor which is

astoundingly dry.  I am a published poet who has also

published letters, reviews, and several rare books, one

which details a mathematical venture I took and one which

is a quick memoir of my stock market ventures and others

which are literary in nature.  Education?  Yes.  Did you know—

silly, of course you know what you know constantly changes,

that education, i.e., your being led out from, is ongoing,

that while college and university degrees are held in high

esteem, what you learn moment-to-moment outside of any

degree or certificate program is also highly valuable.  I

hold a B.A. in English and an Iowa Writers’ Workshop M.F.A..

From September of 1967 into December of 1972 I was a

university Instructor of English.  I also mentored Creative

Writing: Poetry classes toward the end of that period and

was a visiting poet in the Wisconsin Poets-in-the-Schools

Program in early 1973.  In November of 1972 Tom Montag’s

Monday Morning Press published my first book, Rooted Sky.

For many years I was a motel/hotel night auditor and third

shift manager.  It was not an employment I should have had,

much less for more than 25 years; but it was an employment

which afforded me consistent hours of freedom I felt I needed.

Finally, toward the end of summer in 1999 I went from full-

time to part-time, and then not long after to only-as-needed.

On November 1st in 1999, after one of my only-as-needed

nights, I suffered a seizure which put me in the hospital for

two days.  I tell you this, not to get sympathy but to set

before you a lesson which it may well be I have not yet

myself learned: Being a dedicated and valued worker is right

and good, but refusing to heed your body’s warning lights

is not right and is not good.  You have heard it said over

and over that you can be all that you want to be.  That,

plainly, is not true.  I am now 5’3” and shrinking, although—

thanks again to medical advances—this may soon be curtailed.

No matter what anyone says, the body you have does impose

limits on you.  So, I can crawl into/ smaller places, but I cannot

leap into/ Michael Jordan spaces.  What I do believe, and what 

I am now attempting to be an evidence of, is that you can

always be more than you think you can be.  Accordingly, and

with constant gratitude to my youngest sister, I am slowly

building a deep Internet presence, am each day learning more

about the ever-changing technologies and philosophies of the

online world, am venturing to acquire valued proficiencies.

     If you would like to contract me to be a speaker or a

visiting teacher, I am available.  If you wish to know more

about me, I am willing to provide that knowledge.  Please

direct your inquiries to thinkinglizard@aol.com or visit first

an I-b-n-a-r Ring (it is 5-4-03 & Ibnar.net's dead) site:

 

2006-05-19: made INDEX/ index - 21DEC05 special note: INDEX (as used below) is again/ index

 

     One last point: Failure is only failure when Despair enters

to rule and ruin.

 

 

 

                                            Thank You,

                                            Brian Salchert

                                            at Thinking Lizard at AOL      

 

 

Post Note:

 

It is now early Friday evening 15SEP00.  Late last night and

into this day’s first hour I finished placing six more pages

in Tripod, my long thin 1977 “Birthday Ribbons” poem: a work

which is experimental in form and autobiographical in content.

Read Tape for the Turn of the Year by A. R. Ammons.   If you

do, and then also read my much shorter poem, you should see

in what ways I was influenced.

Mine can be found at:

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2006-05-19: corrected link: it now goes to B R's Secondary Directory                               

21DEC05 correction of sbove link: birthdayribbons-01-violet.html

 

 

Post Note 2:

 

It is now early Sunday evening 01OCT00.  Today I began new

journeys into the lands of PERL and of XML.  I may have to pull

out of the box they are in my old cursorily studied books on

UNIX and C++.  These will not be easy journeys.  As I would

much rather spend time with a poem, though I do at times

enjoy solving other puzzles, I will need a special strength to

keep from breaking off from them.  Always end a line of PERL

with a semi-colon; XML means extensible markup language.  A

wee start, but a start.

   

 

 

 

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© 2000-3, 2005 Brian Salchert





Post Note 3:
26MAR03: Ibnar.net has ceased to be.
..............It is now I-b-n-a-r Ring,
..............and I am ever to be its sole member.

© 2000-2003, 2005, 2006
Brian Arthur Salchert
Thinking Lizard
All rights reserved.


If Yahweh (some say it is Jehovah) is
His sacred name; and--as I have
just this weekend learned/ from Mr. Braden
through his conversation with Mr. Bell--
He has imprinted that name in our DNA,
so be it.
. . . . . . . . . .08MAY05


Ib IV: at first "C2"; then "index";
then "INDEX"; now again, index.html


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