15 March 2004. Another frazzler of a day: I found out that a tooth I broke a piece off of a couple of weeks ago needs a root canal, then a crown. In short, another huge expense just after close to $2000 in medical bills for my bad shoulder (which is fine, now, by the way). It more and more looks like I'll have to keep on substitute teaching fairly regularly.

Meanwhile, I bought a new version of Paint Shop over the Internet because I think some of its features will prove valuable, and because the version of Pain Shop I've been using I believe I was given by someone, which means I owe the Paint Shop people (Jasc), in my opinion. Well, I downloaded the thing five times, changing things each time, including turing off my anti-virus protection. Each download took around four hours and resulted in a corrupt version. That added to the frazzle. I gave up downloading. I also ordered a CD of the software, which I should be getting in a week or two, so I should eventually be able to use the software. So not being able to download is no big deal, just annoying.

Because of the frazzle, just a few thoughts today. One is that I now believe there are four primary kinds of poetry, based on what area of their infocipients' psychologies they are chiefly aimed at, not three. The fourth is sensefare, or what the philistine reacts to by exclaiming, "Gee whiz, how mouth-wateringly gorgeous this thing he's made is. I could never do that!" The appeal of sensefare lies in its ability, when effective, to allow its infocipients simple but intense sensual delight of some sort. Again, much poetry, good and bad, is partially sensefare. I suspect, in fact, that most good poetry is sensefare.

For a while today I fluctuated between adding "politicalfare" and "brainfare" to this scheme of mine but decided not to. I consider both to be forms of soulfare. Politicalfare, when successful, brings its infocipients the bliss of something moral to agree with, brainfare the bliss of philosophical or other ideas outside morality to agree with.

Now, a few more reflections on visiotextual art, or art that combines textual and visual elements, both of which are important to what it says and/or does. It seems to me that, however we name such works, we will find if we try to classify them on the basis of their ingredients, that there are four kinds.