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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.


Sunday, November 19, 2006


Venturings At First to Poets No more! No more. The death of rhetoric has lasted too long; the death of teaching too long. I will not have the music so, the ancient delight; I will not have the laws of love rot in the ground. So science shook us image mad and bullied us away from truth; so fear of sounding puffed or stuffed emptied us, pressed us flat. No more! There is a realm that's fully ours, and we shall rule it, exercise our sovereignties, scepter from their false graves he whose essence vision is, she whose life is resonance; for I am I and you are you and not some image others want, how ever/ zealously adored that image is, proclaimed the zeitgeist's gate. I know we've danced on the troubled moon; that silicon unsettles light; the geometric growth of knowledge stuns. But honor the trees & bushes & weeds. Breathe. Savor each moment. Rule the realm of your gossamer voice. Serenity. Such swirls of cities! Such millions of us! Yet I alone, and you alone: a gift of rhythm: each one holy, each one full. Serenity. Yeay into cash drawers, crashing coins; out from streets, seering sirens; under sweet exteriors, ulcerous uncertainties. Yeay noise upon noise, sight upon sight; thing after thing to touch, touch; outside, inside, rainbows of smells; flavors galore. Yeay shacks, sewers, stock market shouts; a night of rain, a day of shinings brisk in the pines. "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." Let everyone fashion a part with which to build the temple again. When mourning doves coo the dim woods, a killdeer bobs & skreeks the shore, the mockingbird splurts arias, enter. When murderer & victim cross, the unfamiliar nears, a joy smiles, enter. Tears, laughter; laughter, tears. The woman enclosed who prays; the minister of an empire: choose not between them; each is each and you are you; so enter, learn; choose yourself. Spitball of pain: world of spin & counterspin: crystal ball of ecstacy, such a wonder of seeming chance you and every speck & spark, such a vigorous mystery! When each new answer parents questions and often only compromise enhances life, who is the self one's urged to choose, & choose & choose? Is one a mere amalgam, a blur? How many havesweat years, years and gotten but a dungeon? How many, oh, absented themselves? How many by war or famine or disease or accident been forced from being vital on this earth? Arthur Rubinstein at 20 tried to hang his presence among us. "On the shoulders of giants" Einstein climbed. And yet, and yet, not wealth nor fame nor power-- you know: Uncounted simple ones of us have grown & given, and more and more made radiance their progeny, and selflessness, and courage. - "At First to Poets" was originally written in my Donald Duck Journal on 3-22/23/24-83. - Brian A. J. Salchert

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