*I note that my own four contributions to this list all come post-Trump's election, arising from the act of composing albionspeak.

moths - 3

the Nine Men - 4

origin - 2
overseer - 6
overview - 1

place - 4
POV - 5
port - 3
pulling - 3

scribe - 3
Scribe - 3
seeing (trees) - 4
sequence - 3
serpent - 3
shift (of attention) - 4

shrine - 3
soul - 5
the Sphere - 3
symmetry - 5

telos - 5
1tiger (in dreams) - 3
2tiger (swallowing) - 3
traveller - 1
triad - 3

vector -
2
the Village - 3 
Vocation - 3

wampeter - 4

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​The Table of Contents below is too long to display fully. If you click to the right of these Lessons, you'll see the primary source documents displayed under each. These original sessions are a world treasure.

fog - 2

the Forest - 3
free will -
5

gathering -
2 
the Good -
4
granfalloon -
4
Guide -
5

Home -
3

ice-nine -
4
idolatry -
5 
immersion -
3
Infinity -
42
intent -
4

the Jewel -
3
the Jewel Net -
3 

karass -
4 
kite -
3
knots -
3

learning circle -
3
lice -
3
the loom -
3
lucidity (in dreams) -
5
lunar attention -
3
lure -
3

ma’at -
3
mandala -
3
many-mindedness -
3

albionspeak: a draft of language


 Haiku Glossary



            Following the Oxford English Dictionary, I include below a full list of albionspeak's new vocabulary along with its immediate etymology—where, again strangely, all of these words just happen to be abstract nouns (though verb forms of some of these words also exist).

            Following this list then comes my haiku glossary, unfinished still as of 2/21—my official "website deadline," as Go Daddy will no longer "support" this site—though I may still be able to update later. I am eternally amused by Albion's choice of defining these words via haikus, as my teacher-self in time generally regards most English haikus with eye-rolling disdain. I understand, of course, that in unaccented spoken Japanese haikus can be perfect. But English is an accented tongue measured audibly by metric feet, mostly iambs. My distaste for the Japanese form, however, comes mostly from the sad fact that haikus are the only poetic form examined in most American elementary & middle school language classes—and not as an introduction to global culture, but because the teacher themself knows nothing about poetry and has never heard of a iamb. Besides, you can spend a full day drawing a pretty picture, and everyone gets an A! This is like learning Greek mythology from a Vegas casino.

            So I never understood (at all, frankly) why Scribe was so wedded to syllabics in his own work, to the degree, for instance, that he counted syllables unconsciously all the time—not as a tic, mind you, but as a cultivated praxis—much as Shakespeare surely dreamed in pentameter. In fact, never in the decades that I knew him did Scribe once compose in standard rhyme or meter. For many of his early years pre-flight, I recall, Scribe's wrote whole books of "sonnets" that were neither iambic nor pentameter nor rhyming nor fourteen lines—which, I confess, still has me quite confused as I can't conceive of a "form" in a different "form."  (This is exactly analogous in my mind to the bad logic behind reincarnation or a brain transplant.) Scribe, of course, used the word "sonnet" as a nuanced timbre of an argument, a tone or colour of a formal structure—in short, a metaphor too far for me. 

​            So I know (again) that it is I, not the haiku form specifically, who too casually dismissed the formal challenge and/or possible beauty of syllabics. Thus, Albion's task for me, which arose, like all the best ideas, from necessity, was to use the haiku form above all to keep short my definition. I've already used my swollen exams in albionspeak, especially the matching sections & answer keys, to restate my new nouns, revealing depth & nuance; and I've written at length on several of these terms, of course. But the point of a glossary is to create a direct link between word & meaning, necessarily short.

​            So the question arises: How short? Haiku was simply Albion's smiling constraint based on brevity, but with a personal, ironic backstory. I do find, however, that in following the 5-7-5 structure exactly, I allow myself full freedom thereafter—meaning, I feel in no way chained to pen-and-ink mountain pools or pagodas. Particularly I've taken a mathematical liking to the vast permutations of even the simplest grammars: Haikus need not comprise a complete sentence, for instance, where a fragment offers a very different algebra from a closed idea. I also like to play with the balance among the lines: Where in a word lies its dreamweight? This turns out to be a fun exercise.



            Source Key:  (1) Scribe; (2) Albion; (3) ouija board; (4) public sources, literature; (5) common term; (6) other


absence - 3 
Advisor - 6

albion - 3

Albion - 3

aleph - 4
aliah -
3
anamnesis -
4 
anchor -
3 
attention -
4
aura -
5
auroras -
3

caring -
3
Charybdis -
4 
clue -
3
colour -
3 
contact -
3
cricket -
3

daimon -
4 
daimon of no -
1
deep ally -
3 
dreamweight -
1

eclipse -
3
eternal center -
4
eternity -
5

fiber -
3
figure -
4 
filament -
3
firefish -
3
flame -
3 
flight -
3





               Where albionspeak's new vocab was first introduced:  a breakdown.

​                                             number of new words            % of total here

                                          Scribe                         4                                       4.7%

​                           Albion                        4                                       4.7*

                           ouija board               47                                     55.9

                           public literature        17                                     20.0

                           common term           11                                     12.9

                           other                           2                                       2.4

                        Recognize, dear Reader, this analysis reflects only the new terms included here in

            albionspeak.  To be clear, my teachers introduced many more words as Scribe & I advanced

            further into sorcery, dreaming, and other disciplines of self-awareness. Our school is ancient,

            and many ancient "lores," forgotten in modern times, have been passed down to us whole.

            


        absence


                                                   Advisor                                                                                                                                                 

        albion

                                                   Albion


                                                         my own higher soul
                                                         is named for his karass role—
                                                         a Jewel’s tool only

        aleph

a thought as conceived
from the outside looking in—
zoom in if you wish

                                                                    
aliah


        anamnesis






                                                                   
anchor





        attention


                                                  aura

                                                         no mark of Cain, your
                                                         stained-glass body radiates
                                                         like a fingerprint

        auroras


                                                  caring


        Charybdis

steer your course with care—
which life prepares your soul best
to escape this beast?

                                                                   clue


        colour


in two dreams I’ve spied
yellow so pure it exists nowhere
but identity


                                                                   contact


        cricket

                                                                   daimon


        daimon of no

                                                                   deep ally 
      
                                                         walking in bright woods
                                                         friends arrange a place & time
                                                         to leave time behind


        
dreamweight


                                                                   eclipse

                                                         to seek your true soul

                                                         is like looking for your brain    
                                                         behind your eyeballs


        
eternal center


                                                                   eternity

                                                         folly, fantasy
                                                         nothing real but our ideal
                                                         blue suede shoes—let’s dance. 

        
fiber

anytime we bring                

two separate thoughts together
this is what binds them

                                                                   figure

                                                         individual
                                                         free will POV vessel;
                                                         thrives in narratives

        
filament


the road not chosen
but still taken by default—
driver fast asleep

                                                                   
firefish


                                                         our primal image
                                                         of a flyer’s act of choice
                                                         as viewed from spacetime

        
flame


                                                                   flight


        fog

the shrine looms shrouded 
in a million thoughts & hopes
sunlight sweeps away

                                                                   the Forest


                                                         untamed dreams still feed 
                                                         beyond the Village wire

                                                         whither we travel

        free will





                                                                   gathering

                                                         a scattered thought-cloud
                                                         seeded with silver nitrate,
                                                         still no rain in sight

        
the Good

                                                                   granfalloon

                                                         ship of fools knotted
                                                         to life’s random flotsam clumps
                                                         circling whirlpools

        
(our) Guide


                                                                   Home


        ice-nine


saturated sea        
of minds seeks realignment
in dire mission

                                                                   idolatry


        immersion


                                                                   Infinity

                                                         outside life & death
                                                         dark matters don’t matter much—

                                                         so much i can't breathe


        
intent

a noun which describes
the soul reaching as a verb,
pulling its free will

                                                                   the Jewel

                                                         I drink of the Cup
                                                         and am free to speak my mind—
                                                         what use is wisdom?

        
the Jewel Net


                                                                   karass

                                                         living galaxy
                                                         of cherished star collisions        

                                                         working together

        
kite


                                                                   knots

                                                         if mind is a line,

                                                         attention bends space like mass,
                                                         twisting how we face

        
learning circles


                                                                   lice        

                                                         latched onto our knots
                                                               they cause us to scratch old
 dreams

                                                         seeking attention

        the loom    
           
an infinity 
image common to human
drawn & quartered minds
        
                                                                   lucidity (in dreams)


        lunar attention

if you care, it’s lost,
but you must stare a long time
very curious

                                                                 
lure


        ma’at

why we choose to live
is easy compared to how
sun versus sunlight 

                                                                   mandala


        many-mindedness


more or less human
but atomized and smeared dark
like a Rorschach test

                                                                   moths


        the Nine Men


                                                                   origin

                                                         it’s not that we need            
                                                         a genesis as much as
                                                         a place to return

        overseer

trust but verify
the aims & claims of conscience—
one voice speaks wisdom


                                                                   
overview

                                                         From up here your whole            

                                                         Life looks needed & certain—
                                                         Why am I worried?    

        
place


                                                                   port


        POV

a god & dog share
identical photon sources—
what would Descartes think?

                                                                   pulling


        scribe


                                                                   Scribe



        seeing


                                                                   sequence


        the serpent


know when you’re awake,
taste the scented breaking dawn,
wait for instructions

                                                                   shift (of attention)

        the shrine


a mountain pyre
warms the departing spirit
dusting off ashes

                                                                   soul


        the Sphere

an allied karass
also working toward the Good
on Earth in history

                                                                   
symmetry

                                                         this experiment
                                                         controls all variables
                                                         but shifts the axis

        telos


                                                                   1tiger (in dreams)

                                                         “Infants need not fear:
                                                         you are too immature to
                                                         eat.” Wait a few years…

        2tiger (swallowing)


                                                                   traveller


        triad


the mind who accretes
through binary collisions
seeks a third axis


                                                                   vector


        the Village

whither we travel
in infant dreams, our soul-food
neighborhood heaven

                                                                   
Vocation


       wampeter

Arthur’s knights sought naught
but Jerusalem in draughts
of silly language