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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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Thursday, May 10, 2007

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Justan Tamarind: Book I e19 Against his personage or goodly rule. I thought my throne a golden-threaded spool Which so dispersed through Moiland's men of law Its splendid lengths that not even/ this young Hugh, Though a fiery genius, would ever claw The raiments spun from them, would ever peck The spool itself as if it were a raw, unwanted cob or corn whose tasseled neck And head could never really give a speck Of/ their gold threads to weave to/ anything. How soon I learned what/ supersedes/ a king. Saint Ruam was not chosen/ for his grace, As some wish to believe (and if bards/ sing It so, they sing a myth), nor for his face, Which never could suggest a handsome mien; But rather: to hold the masses in their place. And I could say such prompted this bright scene, And turn you all for me and for my queen; But Hugh DeVry and I have argued long, And I am tired, yet glad; since what it wrong, Still, still, is not so much my person as My throne. Moilanders!: you think a gong Has tortured out my senses, or a threat has Made my courage disappear? Think not. Know only that the power of kings must pass, And better by decrees than by uprooting plot. So consciences mature/ and egos/ rot; And humanity thrives: till what was thrust Upon it by design/ orders/ the dust It is--from which it came--and each arrives, In time, to that position where/ each must/ For each/ guide on evolving nature's drives; Where each must be responsible: not through Loss of self in learning and labor hives Or dearth of humor, but in living true And selfless presents wherever they're due-- Through loss of self in one where self will grow, Not wither, die. What we by reason know, Or in a million years may know, is naught. The human race stands bound: from head to toe. Let manics rattle what they feel they ought! Depressives think their selves destroyed by groups! We are more than the sum of what we're taught; More than the lines of those paranoid troops Which fight for sly commanders, sullen dupes. Brian A. J. Salchert

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