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[6-16-2009 Update Insert: Most of what is in this space is now moot. I found out what I was doing wrong and have reinstated Archives and Labels searches. They do work. However, in certain cases you may prefer Labels to Archives. Example: 1976 Today begins in November of 2006 and concludes in December of 2006, but there are other related posts in other months. Note: Labels only shows 20 posts at a time. There are 21 hubs, making 21 (which is for 1976 Today) an older hub.] ********************************* to my online poems and song lyrics using Archives. Use hubs for finding archival locations but do not link through them. Originally an AOL Journal, where the archive system was nothing like the system here, this blog was migrated from there to here in October of 2008. Today (Memorial/Veteran's Day, May 25, 2009) I discovered a glitch when trying to use a Blogger archive. Now, it may be template-related, but I am unable to return to S M or to the dashboard once I am in the Archives. Therefore, I've decided on this approach: a month-by-month post guide. The sw you see in the codes here stood for Salchert's Weblog when I began it in November of 2006. It later became Sprintedon Hollow. AOL provided what were called entry numbers, but they weren't consistent, and they didn't begin at the first cardinal number. That is why the numbers after "sw" came to be part of a post's code. ************** Here then is the month-by-month post guide: *2006* November: 00001 through 00046 - December: 00047 through 00056 -- *2007* January: 00057 through 00137 - February: 00138 through 00241 - March: 00242 through 00295 - April: 00296 through 00356 - May: 00357 through 00437 - June: 00438 through 00527 - July: 00528 though 00550 - August: 00551 through 00610 - September: 00611 through 00625 - October: 00626 through 00657 - November: 00658 through 00729 - December: 00730 through 00762 -- *2008* January: 00763 through 00791 - February: 00792 through 00826 - March: 00827 through 00849 - April: 00850 through 00872 - May: 00873 through 00907 - June: 00908 through 00931 - July: 00932 through 00955 - August: 00956 through 00993 - September 00994 through 01005 - October: 01006 through 01007 - November: 01008 through 01011 - December: 01012 through 01014 -- *2009* January: 01015 through 01021 - February: 01022 through 01028 - March: 01029 through 01033 - April: 01034 through 01036 - May: 01037 through 01044 - ******************************************************* 1976 Today: 2006/11 and 2006/12 -- Rooted Sky 2007: 2007/01/00063rsc -- Postures 2007: 2007/01/sw00137pc -- Sets: 2007/02/sw00215sgc -- Venturings: 2007/03/00216vc -- The Undulant Trees: 2007/03/00266utc -- This Day's Poem: 2007/03/00267tdpc -- Autobio: 2007/04/sw00316ac -- Fond du Lac: 2007/04/00339fdl -- Justan Tamarind: 2007/05/sw00366jtc -- Prayers in December: 2007/05/sw00393pindc -- June 2007: 2007/06/sw00440junec -- Seminary: 2007/07/sw00533semc -- Scatterings: 2008/08/00958sc ** Song Lyrics: 2008/02/sw00797slc ********** 2009-06-02: Have set S M to show 200 posts per page. Unfortunately, you will need to scroll to nearly the bottom of a page to get to the next older/newer page.


Monday, November 13, 2006


The Undulant Trees Guess what I found today in an old manila folder? Poems of mine gathered under the title: Saplings. Here are four of them. Note: there is a mild skinny-dipping scene in the fourth one. = = = Janice, Often, To the bidding of my memory, I have Turned again To fields and certain City streets, expecting to Recapture A lost intensity, a vision of My self-- A depth, a light, a heart; Yet, how usual, that Arrival for renewal, Scared by bees, Or made to shiver in a fog. But now, Having floated inches North and south by bus and train And been Separated By a hundred twists, I am happy to return, Happy As falling snow, As daffodils Becoming. * Poetry Is a magazine, A journal That sings A mile A minute Right down The middle Of every page, And swings. I do not like That magazine, But I read it. 1964 or 1965 * To Lord Byron I don't like the "sonnet" either, Byron, And neither do most of my contemporaries. I guess it offers little for us to spire on, And so, thirstless dromedaries, We cross that desert form with quiet ease. We do not grunt against the meter's weight Or the rhymes' persistent grinding and heat: The dunes will change, and slavery's out of date. If one could finish though what he's begun, Letting each want of nature drive him hard; Not be a camel (where day and night seem one) That floats, and will not chance its jars to shard, But balks against its fate and turns upon it; Yet safely arrives, perhaps he'd write a sonnet. *

What is a word, & what further? If I say "rain", what do you think, feel, live through again? Do you remember standing in it, laughing, or another time, cursing, or or naked in its passing coolness calling it diamonds of sunlight as though it wasn't rain at all, however slick it made your skin & the wild rock your feet clutched at the canyon swimhole? Or do you picture mud, blood, a casket being slowly lowered? Or do you just run inside? 2-6-88

- Brian A. J. Salchert

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