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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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Sunday, August 12, 2007

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October/November/December entry [ last modified: 2008-08-02 ] for links to 1976 Today see Dec. 30 in 2006 archive a * indicates one of the selected 49 which are in this August 2007 archive = [ 19 of 25 ] October: Year-day 275 * October, month of changes, touch, change me | due to low self-confidence - October: Year-day 276 While some hearts wither, have acutely dried, | about my writing - October: Year-day 278 Here's what I wrote when I turned twenty-four, | Dylan Thomas-like vignette - October: Year-day 279 Mistakes, regrets, pending dilemmas, death. | Gregory Bateson - October: Year-day 280 Now, while each delusion and illusion dries, | sadness in a necessary killing - October: Year-day 281 * Homer has/ stormed through all. And so they say: | surviving the precursor - October: Year-day 282 Let others use their minutes as they wish, | my way of making, sort of - October: Year-day 283 Yew-honored soul crags (over life roars, cold | more on my poetizing - October: Year-day 284 * O master of the keys, of treasures, lord, | Shakespeare - October: Year-day 285 * Brave spellstar, child of magic beauty, arc | Keats - October: Year-day 286 * "What does it matter, friend, how much we dream? | imagined Keats/Hunt - October: Year-day 287 What scope I have; what promise yet to prove, | poetic growth speculation - Ocotber: Year-day 288 I journey unexpected, Venus bound | asserting mastery over time - October: Year-day 289 * Mysteries of the mind: Entire designs, | view of myself as poem-maker - [ 20 of 25 ] October: Year-day 290 To touch you deeply and be loved for it | immanent future revelation/hope - October: Year-day 291 Oh me oh my, what's hiding in the sky? | autobiographical stuff - October: Year-day 292 * The Collected Poems of Brian the Split. | more autobio - October: Year-day 293 Starting/ with who I am, owl in the wind,| opinions and a thank you - October: Year-day 294 * So much has been written, and will be still | views about writing - October: Year-day 295 I've not written one perfect poem, not one; | and related thoughts - October: Year-day 296 "It can never be satisfied, the mind, | of being and doing - October: Year-day 297 How I'd like to live essentially me | desiring parallel lives - October: Year-day 298 * C├ęsar Vallejo, you are so much! Aye. | honoring mastery - October" Year-day 299 "Both of us like poems to be well made and | Auden and me-on-me - October: Year-day 300 Finally got ahold of Connell's Notes _ _ _. | of is and to-be - October: Year-day 301 And the witches of celestial light | John Clare, Clifford Stone, me - October: Year-day 303 Quitting Capital Beltway's Holiday, | relieved, angry, ready to ride - October: Year-day 304 Here in the prison of my fears and wants, | arguing with G. B. Shaw - October: Year-day 305 I wanted to do better than I've done; | me, my wife, my life - - [ 21 of 25 ] November: Year-day 306 If you, like me, are a dreamer, beware; | differences and love - November: Year-day 307 It's before sunrise on Election Day | leaving the D. C. area dream - November: Year-day 308 * & what the hell's a good poem anyhow: | of what I make, & its experiencer - November: Year-day 309 Sunrise, discussing possibilities, | back at West Bend - November: Year-day 310 Happiness? an Eden I/ have not gotten | the strength to be - November: Year-day 311 Destiny: Judas; chance: Matthias. One, | ways of seeing - November: Year-day 312 Forgive me, Father, Rune, my being's Life, | a prayer & a request to love - November: Year-day 313 O, the inventions of Man, how they move! | a call to peace amid change - November: Year-day 314 Grandfather Salchert / Grandfather Morse--one | & Laura Riding, & injustice - November: Year-day 315 I cannot help it, and I do not want to: | of immanence and - November: Year-day 316 Because they do not understand my silences, | ponderings - November: Year-day 317 "Poetry had always been dying of | Simpson on Pound, and - November: Year-day 318 People just won't let people/ be themselves; | an errant statement - November: Year-day 319 "Good morning" I impress with my pen, and: | irony, maybe - November: Year-day 320 Robert Lowell, for us, ever to vie, I | a conversation with - [ 22 of 25 ] November: Year-day 321 " . . . you need not be a victim of your shame . . . | response to Stanley Kunitz - November: Year-day 322 Keep 'em tight, like the icy winds, your bones | point & counterpoint - November: Year-day 323 The leaves are screaming orange, yellow, red. | fusions, confusions - November: Year-day 324 For all the pains, being alive, Rune Lord, | what it means - November: Year-day 325 All things of the moment pass; so, this line-- | go in to go on - November: Year-dsy 326 After the leaves fall, a throwaway life, | pondering life - November: Year-day 327 * Slowly in his hand the tulip glass swirls | meaning? - November: Year-day 328 A whole year of walking?--if it takes five? | breath and desire - November: Year-day 329 Clogged air filter, too clogged to be blown clean, | about living - November: Year-day 330 " . . . you can say anything as long as it | Kunitz and me, once again - November: Year-day 331 Alive in a world I do not arc with, | dealing with contraries - November: Year-day 332 Words I've sung through, rejected, and rejected | the old masters - November: Year-day 333 Strange world, and I am one of the strange things | at the edge of depression - November: Year-day 334 A mouth full of agates. On the kept walk | the sailor who couldn't - November: Year-dday 335 Lo, my Rune God, ruined God, rued, roomed God, | faith doubts - - [ 23 of 25 ] December: Year-day 336 I am more intricate than a computer. | lonliness - December: Year-day 337 Who's to say the comfort of an old hat | what one can have - December: Year-day 338 What immaturity! what fright! my friend, | wanting what one can't have - December: Year-day 339 The Milwaukee Library Book Sale: packed. | situations - December: Year-day 340 For the musics, to be able to hear; | thanking the Trinity - December: Year-day 341 Who's to say who deserved damnation, heaven; | another directive ending - December: Year-day 342 The times are lean; I should be lean/ with them. | the uncertain future - December: Year-day 343 "Our God is delightfully messy God" | after what Fr. Charlie Robinson said - December: Year-day 344 When that time there is too quickly escapes | angering the Time gods - December: Year-day 345 So, today, Auden came, at last collected | perfection, rejection, love had - December: Year-day 346 Once behind in a lengthy project, filling | conceptions about - December: Year-day 348 "A poem is never finished; it is | poetry - December: Year-day 350 What one gains one day one loses the next | frustrations - December: Year-day 351 The Hully-Gully monster rides again | my crazy self - [ 24 of 25 ] December: Year-day 352 "Christmas is near"/ the decorations say, | change of heart - December: Year-day 354 " . . . the transparent children"/ Anais writes/ | Nin's indigo children - December: Year-day 355 Spin the head. This is America. Death | things being backwards - December: Year-day 357 If I give You, Lord, my sexual being, | questions of the quests I'm on - December: Year-day 358 Bad dreams of ice-crystal snows again/ burning | knowing doesn't cut it - December: Year-day 359 Christmas Eve, and the narrow snow/ wisps/ still | a frightful God - December: Year-day 360 Merry Christmas. It's over; it's begun!: | renewal - December: Year-day 361 * Faith: Believing that what is beyond one | and when I die - December: Year-day 362 Confusion: me, 'times: a sign on the road | self-centered world - December: Year-day 363 * Read, read out loud, for the sense and the sound: | counsel - December: Year-day 364 To see last is to see first, and the Fate | ethos, logos, pathos - December: Year-day 365 All the passed spaces I've yet to fill, know, | when Time wins, what? - December: Year-day 366 Year's end again. And if a world's, so. | challenges, yes; but face fear - The Fantastic Brian A. J. Salchert

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