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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.


Wednesday, November 14, 2007


[ Note: Though not exactly as they were, each following section was once a page in AOL Hometown, a space I've left. ] In the King's Garden Chamber (This is a place for rumination and/ lumination) Very few of us ever get how sacred each new moment is. And of those among us who do, it is often (sadly) when we are well along in our earth passage. I, Brian Salchert, am 59 (in my 60th year therefore), and I tell you I feel akin to the cross thief who told Jesus that he believed; but, I am/ not yet dead. I am, however, by the going dominant standard, deep in a cave/ with little water and less light. Hope? Did I hear a voice? Ah, there it is! Nab it! Someonce in my childhood I/ made up a word: rhodingeedaddee. It was for me then/ magical/ in its silliness. It was jester's word, and I was the jester. And I was the jester. And I was the jester. Small, sensitive, sexually/ and intellectually different, I was not then nor am I now at ease with/ most humans. So now what? As I stroll here I am indelibly aware of the hard disgrace waiting nigh. But I must not slip, not quit, not cry. If my dreaming stops, however foolish, what then? Ground me, Lord. Lead me into and unto Thyself through whatever pain. Teach me--under this melancholic robe I wear--when to play, when to pray, when to perspire; for human/ I am in a body that must be cared for if I in this body am ever to be holy, am ever to know that "by the sweat of of thy brow" is not a curse. A dream is only as vibrant as the dreamer is. Darkness enters. Heal my night. * * * * * Brian of Ibnar* * Ibnar is my name jumbled. A great length of days after I jumbled it, I recognized in it a new name for God: I-Before-Now-After-Remain. Later I learned Ibnar is a real first name, but I had already used in several ways, ways I eventually discarded. The name for God my spirit clings to. § Entrances and Exits It is late, and Sirius hangs in the Dipper's eye. There is a precipiceat my spirit's edge/ I know not how to cast away. So if you meet me by- and-by, a bone or two upon a shore, remember only those who know/ what they must know/ are fit to risk/ where few survive. Where I Am Today In an atom space far inside is a joyous child this May's first Sunday, andmostly because that crazed adult--whose spirit is not high-- last night with reserved for two years hence a domain called Such craggy creviced errors he yet has/ made along, what chance he has is far and far and far; but he is bent on it. ** on it. * it. Where Are You Today Here, perhaps; and if so, did you know that the founders of that wild republic named The United States// did not condemn the revolutionary ardor which garnered them their freedom? It is well there in their Declaration, how- ever carefully presented. * * * Another thought. Why is it that so many hold the second ammendment to be holy? Is it because it rightly is; or is it because it passes a power to the each and every, however distant/ from the moguls of power? - Brian A. J. Salchert


vishy11 said...

Very impressive collection..Keep up the good work !

thinkinglizard said...

Thank you.