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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, November 24, 2007


Venturings Spring Reflections: 1973 Walking under trees or the shadows of buildings, taking delight in every child, in shapes & actions, in clothes, sounds, smells, in touching-- this is the first ideal. As I write this, I think of Janice, of the work to be done on Road Apple, of the border fights and the deaths of nations, of finding again a steady job, of moving, of the time I waste, of the tensions and pretensions, of never knowing, for sure, who I am. As I sit here in the Titan Room, U. of Wisconsin-Oshkosh, I watch the people, compare myself to them, drink my black cherry, & feel my bowels slip, notice the Titan plaque on the wall, & remember the surprising football team, observe the movements of lips, curious, follow the progress of feet, the lengths of steps, the colors of shoes, the shapes, the walkers themselves, listen to the Foghat jukebox, the silence after, the mechanism, the disjointed talk, the clinking of cup on saucer, The Spinners, contemplate the lights in the ceiling, like a squadron of UFOs, an acoustic tile, a vent, a bright window, the six ochre pillars, remember Samson, the love of David and Jonathan, the passing of Egypt, the Wall of China, the prows of Vikings, Vergil, Dante, Shakespeare, Homer, Tu Fu, Basho, Mishima, Goethe, Twain, the myths & tribes, think on the present, everything mixed & senseless, everything perfectly right, the moods of Walt Whitman, the connotations of the song now playing: Rita Coolidge's "My Crew", the space for Gary, for Debie, for friendships and the places I want to go to, the space in my heart. Barefoot, I step on the grass for coolness, butter my soles with dandelions, test them with thistles. The sun-- Some people say I've become too personal; others I'm not what I think I am. It makes no difference. Today is April 10th. Yesterday it snowed so hard in the 40-mile-an-hour wind I couldn't think clearly at all-- flakes of sunlight. This is the alliance of comrades; this is the contradictions of friends. Knees up, to hold the book I am writing in, feet & ass on a tile floor, back against a cream-painted block wall, ears marking the sounds of air coursing the vents, of closing doors, of movements & voices: the sensitivity group behind the X theatre's doors, my hand moving along the page, the voices of Kelly, Richard, Candy, Paul, your voice forming these words, my voice, eyes following the often soundless work of my pen, or should I call it play, & Terry, & someone I do not know, & Candy again, I grope toward 10pm. This is what is real-- these are the trees I climb in; these, the winds. - Brian A. J. Salchert

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