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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, April 22, 2007


Fond du Lac One - Ring the bridge rail! Open wide, blood, bones, will! Your concerns are with the now--what is; its meaning; not with what you want it to seem! If rivers scrub low through arrowhead/ mud, nudging twigs at their minnows, soaking butts, chugging sludge/ chemical refuse, flashing white bass/ swallows/ skies, submit, tampering heart: Look: here a hurtling bag, a sliding box, becomes at times a pigeon, or a dog; but today the air swings hammock-like, does not deceive, while pigeons wrinkle down from riding over Fond du Lac, and scuffle to their nests under the storage bins' roof, black from the dust of anthracite; today mongrels mix, tumble their beige and umber coats into the garden of oily weeds by the Milwaukee Road industrial track, somersault yelps to the river's edge, stop, ruggedly scurry, chase up the bank, shiver, and hurrying off for the bridge at Forest, run my sight. Those several boys arguing there--beyond them beads of cars jerk, slip their ways--wonder if I know any of those guys? The puniest kid seems--ya! Split. Split! Look at him come, whipping around the guard rail (kick at the mutts), pegged tan pants, brown curly hair, an aqua shirt-- faded--its sleeves cut off & its tails popping, black Cuban heels quivering, pointing back! No, I guess I don't know them. The two who started out after him, out on the bridge again with their leader, rough-up the kid they have held. Swallows skitter, people pass; and the three toughs, like a giant ant, drag their prey down somewhere, unbothered. This one, bewildered, turns, races up to the walk and slows, glaring at me as if I were an evasive punching bag; then skirts on by. What I fantasize he schemes intrigues me almost enough to follow him. I might enjoy--however, my thoughts--Lakeside Park is greener, riper. Two - . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Hailstones, cobblestones-- in that swayback third of a block from Macy to this Mayville spur, I remember both, lodging a score of tires in ice; uneven and bowled, forcing the newsboys' bikes through slush, skating their wheels, hammering papers loose. Hail again? Perhaps. But the street's smooth now; slowly, erratically, ruddy bricks descend from the Reporter Building's frame, scabiosa turning chrysanthemum, while across First the Post Office sorts, feels the thoughts of thousands. In several years, what it will be, I do not know. Bright cars, dented cars, young girls skipping, men with canes, horns, yells, a lady reaching--kneeling down-- for a dropped dime, three businessmen converging, two six-foot boys with a mail cart; a friend I won't hello because I can't remember her name--the courthouse clock is wrong again. Fond du Lac: page 3 - Brian A. J. Salchert

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