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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, January 28, 2007


The Undulant Trees one old ditty and six old poems She She beat her husband with a stick to make him smart and make him quick to get in bed and get to sleep without a whimper or a peep. - - - Praise the Lord! (for Mike Chaffin) As I stepped from my door, a swooping hawk snatched this bird right out of its tree. - - - This Frightening Balance If mostly we are evil and cannot escape it, let us quickly destroy ourselves, and be done. If mostly (however) we are good, let us just as quickly end our insidious imbroglios, and begin. Have not the frustration and constant suspense lashed your heart to a red rock too? - - - Girls and Grasses Beaded; Too young for sun, In a glorious greenness they sway, Delicate And spritely as a daydream fairy; Fulsome, And heavy, As a March-time toad. (Bewhere!Theyare,carefree) Cummings might/ pun from his grave. Yet, Like them, I Am morning too-- Soft, Still, Irresistibly expanding; pressuring Thinly To a bluebird burst. And shining here, I am bright in their growth; And weak, but smiling, Near their quivery Fingers. - - - In Winter's Tedious Nights There goes no moth Nor gray nor emerald bird But snow will wave the last leaf down And men will drift, unheard; Nor maiden word Nor country less than town But wind will snap a beggar's cloth And frozen strangers frown. - - - Sometimes a person doesn't know where he's at: Arcadia, Whitehall, or Saskatoon; if a twitchy red squirrel is climbing his back or his body's the floor of a carpeted room. Maybe his daughter thinks he's a strait; maybe his father thinks he's a tern. In broken old churches fly angels of steam. Sometimes a person dies as he dreams. May 16, 1973 - Brian Salchert - - - Wisconsin Impression The dark whirls move and the pale men spin And fingers go stiff with a tingling pain, And wind over ice and ice over wind. So down comes the snow where the blue tombs grin But birds keep away for the birds are sane. The dark whirls move and the pale men spin. A man's like God and aman's like Sin, The knot in the tree and the drift of rain, And wind over ice and ice over wind. For twelve long years and a new man in Wisconsin sang through the frost and the grain. The dark whirls move and the pale men spin. But I neither long for milk or fin In lands that laugh and leave must on my brain, And wind over ice and ice over wind. Where weather will totter and tear at my skin I cannot stay, for the staying is vain. The dark whirls move and the pale men spin-- And wind over ice and ice over wind. ------- Brian A. J. Salchert

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