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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.


Saturday, October 13, 2007


Seminary 2 Written in 1961, this is the second of three elegies on spiritual life. Spiriel To dusty depths declined, A desert dune, a transient creature formed And blown away by midnight winds, My fort of flesh was last reduced. But Spiriel, immortal soul, Deprived of ivory-orbing grace, Dwelled in damp and fog; In mossy muck and mires Of mortal-wounding death. Here stood my soul: A fountain in the rampart's court. Then Spiriel fell: A weedy, muddied desert hole. (Imagination quickly tires When ponderous thoughts Impose an equal sorrow Upon the inner man.) So dark became the pool Of Spiriel, the calm And clear reflection Of Almighty God, When that transparent, unseen grace, The life of life from Life, Returned to Him Who makes; Who gives and justly takes. O Spiriel, O Spiriel, I've sentenced thee to deepest hell. And now objective musing Does recall The hidden truth within Those once insurgent entities Which long subjective musing Would forestall: The turbid nimbus Of deep, unchecked desires A fatal poison pours. Exciting thus emotions Causing melancholy moods, Recharged imagination Excogitates this mighty, Interrogative reproach: Insane instant, What thought of gain Aroused your blind approach? What happiness abides Within infernal fires? Do thou answer me or not? Oh, how my heart evaporates Beneath the torrid streams of gloom, Desperation and despair, As dew beneath the summer sun. I am weak, so weak. O my soul, how black you are! How coal-like are your waters; The pool of life, How putrid and defiled it is! My life is but a nigrous stench. Would that my skin were night And my soul were white. Return, return, I cry aloud. Return, O purest grace. From mirky dungeons I petition your attention. Bend your ear To the yearnings of my voice. My suffering heart entreats You: Come, my soul's sweet life. Dear Faith, at least you still Remain to keep me near To that Forsaken One Of Whom my mouth did form This phrase: Tolle! Tolle! Crucifige eum. Through you I wish to pray To Him, beseeching Him With mercy-seeking tears. Be thou my messenger, My wing├Ęd Mercury. Confusion conquers Spiriel. Hurry, Faith! Hurry to theSon of Man Whom I have crucified. Beseech Him. Beseech Him E're I lose thee. Beseech Him: Have mercy. So pusillanimous am I. My soul, why did I let you die? O wondrous, fruitful man-growth, Exceeding beauty have you, But he who understands this not Has labored to enslave you. Impelled by need for happiness This juvenile misused a good And hurled that holy thing Back into God's all-loving face. I am that youth. O Spiriel, Where is the radiant light of grace; Where is your vivifying friend, The creature God extends To fill the souls of reborn men? A natural gift was wrongly used; A supernatural gift diffused, No, more than this-- It was expelled, cast out Before/ a laughing viper's hiss. Timidity, you weakling. Unchanneled curiosity, You devil in disguise. Begone, double fault! Attempt, attempt-- Attempt what? So depressed is my spirit, I can not free myself; I cannot escape the hands of filth Nor tear the heavy shades of night. My soul, O my soul, Unceasing are my tears-- Dewdrops of despair Condensed by inner emptiness:-- And yet my course remains Unchanged, remains unchanged. O desolation unsurpassed! Seminary book intro / links to poems ------------------------- Spirit - Brian A. J. Salchert

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