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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.


Saturday, May 5, 2007


Justan Tamarind: Book I e3 You remember Nimain. Tell us, tell us Then, why you try us with wating, and fuss And fidget like a nervous cat. Your tongue, My king, your tongue." (The hands of Ulerus Touch him.) "Isn't that why you've come among Us in this so-called time of peace? Have you Not made us gather for a graver tongue Than the gurgling of the Eribon? Do You not allow this heat to wilt us through And through for a better reason than fear Of our great strength? Seth knows, he knows the year You should have come has passed. Why did you wait? Why do you wait today? Destroy the spear. Let us vote. Already Geldarkta baits The trap for Nimain. The old order dies, My king. Let us vote. It is not too late. Would not my father work against those ties Which strangle? You are worthy in our eyes, Justan. Throw off the shell. Forget the scrolls. The world is safe. At least these peopled knolls Will not press in upon you, not this noon. But should you rest until another, souls And flesh of darker hue, snakes (when no moon Glows), may wind across the sea, and hell Shall have its vengeance: a perfect boon For sake of sentiment. Then, king, your shell Will break upon your throat; your meat will swell The belly of a venomed thing." Again Ulerus, respected servant in The House of DeVry and valet to the bold And fiery Hugh, again he touches him; But the prince had ended. The masses roll And jostle like a shaken lake, and words Whir up, as when ten thousand wings unfold. Justan, nodding to his attendant lords, Whispers to blind Mezdras, while Seth shouts words Of countermand at Hugh DeVry, young prince: "Well-placed crow, how handily you mince A carcass. Yes, Seth knows, he knows the year Has passed. Be patient. Perhaps you need not rinse Your find with scavenger spittle. I fear As you, and so do many others; But I myself have reprimanded here Our king's deep caution. In this, a mother's Care could not be more. Breathe, sisters, brothers. Brian A. J. Salchert

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