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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.

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Saturday, May 5, 2007

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Book I: e1 Justan Tamarind: Book I e2 This heard (another's chance to disapprove), Lady Tarsk taunts Yuana: "The grove, My queen. Now our king must burn it, and bid Blind Mezdras, judge, to sentence Seth to rove Forever through Viberian tundras, hid From human hearing, human sight; for such Has long seemed near, and many desire to rid From them him: he who swings the olive crutch; Would feast-high flush that prophet from his hutch To Nomän or Soaxian wastes, if they Wore such a potent crown." But on this day, Thoughts of grosser pains darken Justan's face. And losing in his their cares, whether they Are low in favor, as of Ham's cursed race, Or high, as of the gloried Julus line, The citizens calm, heedless of their place Or that Sol-vitae's wheeling sears to wine; Fuse round their king, round Moiland's thirty-nine: Men (of reasoning bones, emotive flesh, Selected from the Occi-Oriental mesh All human time through procreation formed), Earth treasures most; and who alone can thresh Her given grains. For these, when trials had stormed Across their needful toils and crushed them out, And left them starving while fat bears slept warmed In rugged caves: these, who when tossed about Unceasingly as were their parents, stout And bold, who searched across another world, Were cowards not; but knowing that the curled And fearful insect still deprives itself Of life for all its foolish feigning, burled Their wills incessantly to thwart the Elf Of hooked despairs and foster hope in their Insatiable minds, transformed stones to wealth, And suffering to eglantine. So here, Luborga and his wife, Rosine, preen; pare, While, as in Aethea once, he chides her eye: "Pretty one, I will protect you from the wry And hard-faced. . . ." Suddenly, from the tired, Increasingly restless crowd, Hugh DeVry (Son of Prince Gilbert DeVry, who expired Those eighteen years ago in Aethea When Hugh had lived barely two), his face fired To rose, cries out: "Solemn Justan, ah, My king, you remember Geldarkta, Brian A. J. Salchert

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