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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.


Tuesday, May 8, 2007


Justan Tamarind: Book I e15 Of their embroiled government should weaken Instead of being strong, like a beacon Poorly set, I cannot tell. But Ruam's Days are not half myth, that, when we speak on Them, must baffle; but knowing each one, calms Concerns immeasurably, and so each did In seventeen-thirty-two when the balms Of unctions with oil blessed him home and slid Those devils down who flicked their tongues amid The missals/ and twisted round the rosaries; Who set and nourished Paul of Trent's disease Eleven years before. With Ruam's loss, His knighted subjects were so out of ease They had a sculptor chisel them a cross From a ten by five by two marble block, Which they erected on a mound across The Eribon where/ thirteen graves now lock The bones of Tamarind's kings; and on a rock From Nareb, which they set beyond the arch To Lorga's Jonathan when whistling March Curved against the stars, they had the same Man slice out chips that looked like/ flakes of starch But fell like/ flakes of steel to place the fame Of Ruam in its skin, though arguments As such/ could not make/ better known/ his name The way--by publishing experiments-- A searcher/ will his. What represents Us best are those good acts no one perceives, Not monuments that rise between the leaves Of autumn and the leaves of spring, not words Inscribed in stone. Though Earth will have its thieves and givers both remembered, a world girds Itself for peace or girds itself for war; And if for peace, it is a quiet world-- A world that has no need for rocks to shore Its human soil; but such a world's not, nor, For this blessed planet, likely to be. And so the Pauls of Trent, the Ruams, we Recall, to keep our bodies whole--the worse: To make example of their roguery And how they left off breathing with a curse; The better: to inspire our children, us. Yet worse or better, once beyond his nurse, A man who will be famed or infamous Will, well enough, be known, without the truss Brian A. J. Salchert

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