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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.


Friday, January 25, 2008


Venturings [ The following may be a poem prose piece. ] Dead in Time Emptiness surrounds my heart. Emptiness pervades my mind. It's as if/ I've passed beyond. I feel as though I've ten times said all I care to say. Count me out. For even though I intend to ramble on, it will be about nothing. Several mornings ago/ under/ a clear sky frost clung in the grass, and on the roof of the building directly north/ sparkled as if studded with white gems. A passing passenger jet/ left only a/ brief trail. A lone icicle/ from that building's eaves trough stretched. This morning/ the sturdy bush's cardinal/ twice sang. Recently I read/ every choice a human makes is of no consequence because every human life is of no consequence. Emptiness, and not that kind some proclaim one ought to seek, haunts and haunts and haunts and haunts; for even though I cannot prove/ certain choices I have made/ markedly trashed my life, I feel they did. Therefore every move I make is just that: a move I make. My left thumb fiddling with the telephone cord. My right hand/ holding the pen that scratches upon the legal pad/ these nothing words. Follow me? What for? Do morbid ghosts intrigue you? My self- hatred ought to end me, but it won't. Change: Time and circumstances I know not of are what will end me. Until then I, by the force of my desires, will measure on. No dark night, no vacancy, will sunder me. Whate'er my errant choices, I/ will press ahead, adrift in the nothings I have spun. Accept, accept, accept, accept, this leftover shall. Peanut butter, a heaping/ tablespoon of, I just had/ with a Calcium / K / D pill. Earlier today, while flossing, part of/ another tooth may have broken off. Looking at the two pieces placed on a section of toilet tissue, I could not tell. Squeezing them, I could not tell. Perhaps they were part of an old filling, or a nut. The tooth is too far back to inspect. 01-24-2008 - Brian A. J. Salchert

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