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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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Justan Tamarind: Book I e4 Be patient, fiery prince, our wishes shall Be act." Now Luborga (son of Borgadal The Appellator: so-called because he chose The name of Moiland's present king when Zal And Refnoe wore the splendid crowns of those From holy Tamarind descended), filled With flint enough to dazzle the sun, posed Before the multitude, will surely spill And spark to ash; but the Host-God builds A cloud from Mezdras's voice to cover him: "Proud prince, your sight is not one-eighth as dim As mine, yet I should not be bold as you Are bold; our king has come. You think the rim Needs watching? that perhaps it will rust through, Or lose its hold on warping boards and snap? That our culture will evaporate like dew And rise to wisps in the senseless air, or slap To earth at once, sink through a dusty gap? You have attended the councils, have spoken, Have listened; have not let the keg be broken By the sledging tongues of knowledge-fearers And fevered insularians. What token Of your wisdom, then, is this, to make us hearers Still? How many years I've lived, and would, Yet would live. Each moment I press nearer To this land. It does not matter that I have stood For thirty springs in darkness: I have stood. And so, prized prince, so have you stood, enough, Enough. A wise man has no need to puff Before the world as if he would inflate His name thereby, as if such gaseous stuffs Which at those times his mouth and head can mate Would not fill as well a polyethylene Balloon, if bottled for that purpose. State Your griefs within. Do not jar a scene Among the people. Do not stand between Your king (on his last day) and these masses Who, sadly, only know what passes Toward their governance after Justan speaks To them." "Yes, DeVry, my chum, how crass is A crow, anyhow? Or is it you that creaks, That is a sun-warped barrel? or has the shell Of his birth still drooping from his top? Weeks, Interminable weeks, we have heard you spell, Phrase, and paragraph your sweet lac et mel Brian A. J. Salchert

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