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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 31, 2007

sw00437a-con.versingwithmyself

[ Updated 2007-09-24 ] Autobio The Yeats-Auden-Saenz-Mackey Connections Last night I got to reflecting: I am somewhat of an oddball poet, a strange poet. And so I did searches on both. Under the first I found and read an interview of two translators of works by a reclusive nocturnal oddball poet who lived out his life in La Paz, Bolivia. His name is Jaime Saenz. Though not as he was, going back to even before my 27 years working as a motel/hotel night auditor I was a creature of night. My reclusiveness applies more to my inner life than to my day-to-day life, but I have become more reclusive in my day-to-day life since my health forced me into an early retirement, a circumstance I did not expect and was not planning toward. There is a chance I may become less of a recluse. The oddball in me relates to my approach to writing as well as to my personality, though I believe the latter is the force beneath and within my views of and consequent expressions of whoever it is I am. Unless some other can gather a sense of me more clearly than I am able to, I contend I am a chameleon: one who does not have a locatable style. Why? Because my sub- conscious, my hidden brain, my below-ground brain is an ocean of possibilities, an ocean which is constantly changed. And it is from what that ocean does with what changes it that I so often am motivated. Rarely am I able to tell in advance what next will rise from it. It has been my way to go with what is presented to my conscious brain, however it is structured. Doing so is filled with risks, but I am possessed by a risk-taking personality. Yes, I have made significant errors because of it, but I have also made signal advances because of it. Should I be more rational? Sure. I have at times. - So where does Yeats fit into this? Centrally in his belief that we who do such making/ make poetry out of our arguments with ourselves. I definitely do this, and not just in poems I make. And where does Auden enter? Centrally in his: "How can I know what I think until I see what I say" idea. And Nathaniel Mackey? Two things--both ofwhich I learned from an online interview of him by Christopher Funkhouser: 1) his interest in math and science during his early years / 2) his belief writing is rooted in the author, and that therefore an author must take the risk of not appealing to anyone, must have the faith writings of his (of hers) will find their ways to appreciative audiences. - Here are two sites to see. If you go to the first one, scroll to the bottom of the page and read the information there, and heed it. - (this is the interview about Jaime Saenz) - (this is the Funkhouser Mackey interview) - footnote: recently one of my siblings told me I--when I was yet quite young--used to get up on top of the kitchen table and attempt to carry on a debate with my dad. My dad would then eat a little faster and go outside. My sibling, meanwhile, would sneak some of the food on my plate. - Brian A. J. Salchert

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