| | the sun, through the blear of the windowPage 22 of 22 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22) | I would without hesitation lick armpits, so salty that I would gag, and remove the dew from other places, especially from lips, which on occasion do sweat
the other secretious places
the glaucous membranes
the diaphanous hymenoptera (winged and thin/narrow passage way) or _ventriculous_membranacium
I am not much different than a dog, who greets you when you are wearing shorts and continues to lick you legs, slapping up all the saltina momentito. And then his master shouts at him 'lay off'. | |
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| the sun, through the blear of the window
Posted: 9/4/2011 11:59:13 PM | | I cannot relate to the turn of the century biblical take on the metaphorical meaning of salt, unless someone offers me a saltina with smoked salmon, a slice of fruilano, and coursed black pepper. | |
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| the sun, through the blear of the window
Posted: 9/5/2011 12:04:42 AM | But dear I only write concrete poetry and I avoid the abstract....I say it as I see and feel it. Salt to me does not mean anything analogous to truth: this is an old world false biblical piece of avoidance regarding the truth and it's definitions; salt these days in this cultural causes cancer and heart attacks, or rather too much of it.
It was valuable beyond believe back in 10 BP, 20 centuries ago, more than even gold in the Inca Culture.
Look at each every label on each and every preprocessed package of food in the store: "not one has a less than a daily intake recommendation of less than20% per serving." | |
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| the sun, through the blear of the window
Posted: 9/5/2011 12:40:17 AM | | Trulio..I learn much from you. Much. I spent my child in the concrete world and I now welcome the abstract rendition of existence parallel to the concrete. Its always useful to have the knowledge of salt and its properties but its also welcome to fly into the abstract and metamorphical. Peace...friend. | |
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Posted: 9/5/2011 1:27:41 AM | | thank you so much...the issue is that 99% of my intended audience or recipients would not understand a thing if I was only expressive in the abstract. When I was a lot younger: 'salt and pecker' meant' shaking it in the face of a daisy. | |
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Posted: 9/7/2011 6:47:03 PM | I agree with flying in the metaphorical, and it's mixture with the abstract. The ideal though is the word I use to replace the abstract. Of course there are many meanings associated with the abstract.
The origin of the word salt as used in the context of the abstract, I would suggest, originated in the old english, when it was stated of a person that "he was worth his salt." The usage relates to something ideal, in terms of morality, that one is good and perhaps wise, a hard honest working person.
The metaphorical meaning therefore of salt is of a persona who possesses and ideal nature true to the definition goodness, wisdom and hard working. | |
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| the sun, through the blear of the window
Posted: 9/7/2011 6:54:41 PM | Christians though derive meaning from the term salt as a metaphor:
"Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost its savor, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out and trodden under foot of men."
The allusion here regarding salt is that it's best use, property, is for savor, or flavour, but salt is also used to preserve meat (salt cod from NFLD was the primary food for slaves in the Caribbean) and veggies (as in dried soup mixes). | |
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| the sun, through the blear of the window
Posted: 9/7/2011 6:58:07 PM | Interesting:
from the web: "At one time soldiers in ancient Rome were paid, in part,
with a ration of salt called a solarium, from the Latin word
sal (which means salt). If a soldier's performance was not up to
standard, that soldier was said to be "not worth his salt."
Later, when salt was replaced with an actual money allowance
to buy the salt, the allowance itself was called a solarium.
Eventually, solarium came to mean the wages themselves,
and this led to our calling one's pay a salary." | |
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| the sun, through the blear of the window
Posted: 9/7/2011 8:24:56 PM | You know T. I always knew the properties and the metaphors re: salt but I have appreciated the fine lesson in.....saltology. No...I mean this sincerely.
Favourite? After a complicated and taut battle in any life situation one more little screw up happens and it is indeed...."salt in the wound." Cheers | |
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| Rosh ha'Shona 5771
Posted: 9/29/2011 7:31:38 AM | Rosh ha’Shona 5771
The day was wandering.
The wind went around
and around. There was meaning in the air.
There is meaning in the air.
We search inside ourselves
for the multiverse that is supposedly
out there. There is so much sense
that it makes no sense at all.
I expect to go to bed
ignorant tonight, and to wake up
tomorrow, with the answer. | |
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| The Deaf, in Their Mute Cubicles
Posted: 2/9/2012 8:51:28 AM | How are the dead these days?
We haven’t heard from them in ages.
Under the rant and chatter
of the so-called living
runs a silence
so deeply encrypted
that not even the profoundly deaf
can hear it in their mute cubicles. | |
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| Kids with cell-phones
Posted: 6/5/2012 12:13:08 PM | Kids with cell-phones
clapped to their ears,
speaking with who knows
whom or what.
The next innovation will be
devices that touch us
when we need
to be touched. | |
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| Ruminations
Posted: 8/30/2012 6:45:15 AM | I open my mouth
and language falls out
and I hope someone
will make sense of it.
It is not an Olympic sport, after all,
more a game
of life-sustaining tiddly-winks.
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| Ruminations
Posted: 8/30/2012 10:29:42 PM | "life sustaining tiddly-winks." oh very nice.
what was olympian was when you
said
I did my best
as the words whirled and carried into the breeze...
surrounded we were
by a rich ground of knowledge
unaware
in this spent debris.
So. You good? Me fine. Its a question. | |
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| Ruminations
Posted: 9/5/2012 3:55:00 PM | | Yes, me good. You good too? | |
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| Theodicy
Posted: 9/9/2012 12:38:23 PM | The first child
who died of hunger
pulled God
down
into the grave with him. | |
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| Poem
Posted: 1/17/2013 8:09:36 AM | There are people
on either side of the wind
as the world spins
around and back,
neither taut nor slack,
and the tick tock tick of time
is both inexorable and sad.. | |
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