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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.


Friday, February 2, 2007


Postures 2007: #1 from Side One "Ode to Evening" Fair provider of my deepest hours; Of day the last and ever saddest part, Who when the knolls are warm and winds curve high And martins show their wondrous ancient art Will complement each meadow's sleepy blooms By washing their young eyes with pastel showers Of light, accept this ode of praise which I Allow my spirit here to feel--as grooms Accept their brides--accept: with open heart. For though you move with grumbles and are gray, Now as my thoughts are pressured through this pen, And foster melancholic musings more And more in me, my will to think of when Your mood is less like that which Judas knew Compels from memory another day And, as the virgin waters seek their shore, Delights to words--through which I form my due-- A sea of dreams to bolster scores of men. How restlessly that sea rides in! How like A child's clear face that time remembered glows! O fair provider, gift I would not lose, More purple than the grape, more lavender Than summer's woodland violet! The shrike Which bleeds its prey on thorns would rather choose To look upon that prey than on that stir Of brilliance I recall, and heaven knows. From north to south it flanked the failing sun And caused a hill's dead barn to seem on fire, And hinted blood as seeped on Calvary, And raised together: happiness and ire. From south to north unthought magnificence-- And I with eyes that see and legs that run. What better state, what better hour for me! But for the hour of songs and frankincense Or that best hour when men to God aspire. Full-patterned eve, from white to black outspread, Sometimes in softest snow arrayed, sometimes Again in hail, tornados, or sleet jeweled, Our present world has certain need of you. Your being keeps us conscious of our dead, And sets before us questions (when we are fooled). And so, though we be weak or we be few, We shall prevail, and you/ bear our rhymes. ------- Brian A. J. Salchert

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