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Thursday 2002-07-04     3:05pm
-
Welcome to the greatest
nation on Earth,
The United States of America,
for what it's worth.

If I were an entrepreneur,
I would create my own nation;
for that/ I believe/ is the only way
I could fulfill (for me) the promise of
"the pursuit of happiness."

Life?  Liberty?  Yah.

And don't tell me I don't know how good I've got it.
I do know;
and I also know I have had it good, too good,
all my life.
           Not relevant to my
"for what it's worth."


Monday 2002-07-08     8:03pm
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I have decided not to reveal the details, but
this morning after 8/ I had to call 911
for her.  She is now in SICU.


Tuesday 2002-07-09     6:39pm
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Janice,

you, time upon time the smile of joy,
I (as well as I am able) do love you;
and can only guess at why you so often
seem unable or unwilling to love your self/
even as I/ too often seem
unable or unwilling to love my self.

If I could have given you
all you wanted, nay, all you needed,
the sorrows abiding in our hearts
would not be, would not be.

But be as you wish;
and God be with you,
and be with me.


Thursday 2002-07-11     7:42am
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Why am I ever/ on the edge of knowing;
so seldom/ really knowing
until it's/ too late?

                                     6:51pm
-
Looking for me?
I say to you, traveler,
do not look/ in the real world.


Sunday 2002-07-14     6:39pm
-
 My Janice

When Janice was young,
often she befriended those/
others were reluctant to,
both for them and for herself.
And I, for one, am pleased she did.

And even though our lives together
didn't progress as I hoped they would,
and I was a sleepy-eyed disappointment,
she was, and is, and will ever be
my woman of night, my woman of light, my promise.

- - -
          Dear God,
          You
          Who are always with us,
          even when we choose wrongly,

          please
          make our hearts such
          that we will be always with You.


Thursday 2002-07-18     10:00pm
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Janice,
you, time upon time the smile of Joy,
so be with God,
and be with me.

[ insert:
  -
  7/12/02       Janice,

  it seems apparent I was not able
    to love you/ as well as/ I ought to have,
  but I did love you as well as I could
  and I do now/ and will continue to
  love you as well as I am able.
  Certainly Our Savior, Jesus Christ, loves us.
  Certainly, through Him, all are forgiven.
  So be in God. ]


Friday 2002-07-19     7:17pm
-
   Janice's spirit went home to heaven
at 9:38pm the Shands at AGH people say--
about the time I was placing the 7/12/02
words above on this page.  Definitely,
I remember my cursor/ being in the lower left
corner 1t 9:57pm, and that I (from an urge
indefinable) slowly moved that cursor
toward the top center of the screen
with the angle of its rise sharpening as it went,
and that I felt it represented so
Janice's spirit ascending.  And today
I thought:
                  So,
                  go Janice,
                  smile before God.

                  I am sure
                  He/
                  will be pleased.


Wednesday 2002-07-24     6:55pm
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   The day Janice's spirit moved on,
I visited her twice: once in the morning
and once in the early evening.
In the morning I did speak to her
but not a lot, and I do not recall
what I said.  I do know I sat
in a chair near her and
silently prayed Mary's rosary.
In the evening/ God gave my the courage/
to say more to her.  I am certain I said
what I had written on the 12th:
                                        Janice,
it seems apparent I was not able
to love you/ as well as/ I ought to have
but I did love you as well as I could
and I do now/ and will continue to
love you as well as I am able.
Certainly Our Savior, Jesus Christ, loves us.
Certainly, through Him, all are forgiven.
So be in God.
                         And I did immediately
thereafter say a "Hail Mary" to her.
And although I was not with her
the moment of her passing,
at the time I decided to leave,
I placed my left hand/
softly/ on her forehead,
and said to her:
"Good night, Janice."
= = =



Brian A. J. Salchert

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Sunday 2002-05-05     6:45pm
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While I cannot know the nature of your psyche,
I do know--and am constantly learning more--
about the nature of my psyche.
                                 Sadly, one
such piece of knowledge shows how easily
stress unbalances me.
                      Spates of anger
(you may not realize) coming from/ someone
as I, are not, actually, directed toward
the situations, objects, persons they
appear to be; but toward the ventor
of those spates of anger.  They are all,
primordially, transferred epithets.
They are all hurtful evidences of
self-loathing.  They are all representative of
an ingrained psychological malignancy.
                                            Do I
wish I were not so plagued.  Absolutely.


Monday 2002-05-13     7:26pm
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Recently I became a member of
The Confraternity of the Rosary.
                                   About
one week ago I received from them
some literature, among which was
a novena announcement, with 18 possible
intentions attached, with the 18th being
Special Intentions.
                    I am still attempting
to form several relevant to me.  I suspect
I will be fiddling with the wording of these
for some while yet.
                    Roughly, the first is:
That my psyche be healed as regards my
getting "all bent out of shape" when
I am forced by certain circumstances
to expend time & energy hunting and fixing
that which I feel I should not have had
to deal with.  In other words:
                              Let me
always remain calm, not matter what
unexpected task comes my way.
                              The second is:
That The Blessed Virgin go to her Son, my
Lord and Savior, to ask that any evils--
if any there are--others have wished
befall me/ be negated.
                         The third is:  That I
learn to carry those crosses I am given/
silently and joyfully.


Wednesday 2002-05-15     7:24m
-
   What a day today was! difficulty after
difficulty! and from my end, failure after
failure.  I just don't know, God; I just
don't know.


Thursday 2002-05-16    12:20pm
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   Have I been irresponsible in my life?  Yes, too often.
Have I been a fool?  Have I been an idiot?  Yes.  Am I
smug about it?  No.


Thursday 2002-05-23     
-
Today I received a conclusions letter from
Dr. M. D. of the Institute on Aging at the
University of Florida regarding the project I
participated in on Saturday, December 9th,
2000.  From whatthis letter revealed, I could
easily see how grandiose my goals were--and
yet are--compared to most other eldering
persons.  I truly am a dreamer.
          Recently I have been taking online IQ
tests with a view toward improving myself
mentally.  One such test I took, on which I
scored 122, placed me in that site's Inspired
Inventor group.  Another such, which I took
last night, surprisingly scoring 132, placed me
in that site's Gifted Group and so among the
top 5%, high enough to be invited to join that
site's Society.  Also, they had a section of 
questions wherein I was able to share my 1370
score on the one GRE exam I have taken, a
score I will ever be pleased with no matter 
how many years I am allowed to live beyond
JUN 09 1984.  . . . .  For whatever it means,
I have scored from 100 to 153 on online IQ
tests I have taken lately.
                              Sadly, however intensely
one dreams, however high one's IQ, if one
does not have wisdom. . . .


Sunday 2002-05-26     6:55pm
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Back in the late mid 1960's, when I was enrolled in
The University of Iowa's Writers' Workshop, I
became convinced it was in what happens to the #'s
we use as they move into the 3rd dimension that the
proof of Fermat's Last Theorem exists; and-- the
residing proof notwithstanding--I am still so convinced.
That is why I found myself one day in Iowa U's Math
Library/ constructing what I hoped would be the basis
for a geometric proof; and that is why some
thirty years later I found myself resdiscovering--as I
latterly learned--Bernoulli's power sets.
   Given this, I tend to believe Fermat actually did/
provide a proof in a margin: that an extremely simple
proof exists, one which keys on: the-nature-of-the-
spaces between each other/ #'s are forced to// once
they rise past the squares level.


Tuesday 2002-06-11     5:20pm
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I am just intelligent enough to want to do
great things;
yet, I am just lacking enough in intelligence
to consistently feel I will never be able to
do great things.

Such frustration, I realize, may well ensure
I will never do great things.  Still, I do
not cease to push forward, in this and that,
to seek here to perfect a talent, and
to seek there to find answers where
it seems on the surface no answers
can be found;
I do not cease attempting to learn, create,
and to share,
always hoping my venturing so
will not only be of value in itself,
but also of value to attending others.


Wednesday 2002-06-12     6:49pm
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As somber as it was, due to our physical, psychical, 
and spiritual ailments, today is our 37th anniversary.


Thursday 2002-06-13     8:53am
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If to be truly an American, one needs to be an entrepreneur,
I am not now nor am ever likely to be truly an American.


Sunday 2002-06-30     6:11pm
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What is my opinion of Rap Music?

All too often it is Negatively Disruptive,
and also Disrespectful,
either in itself,
and/or because of the behaviors it encourages--
due to its structure and content--
in those who are drawn to it.

If I or you (for whatever reason(s))
disrespect any other,
I or you therein allow
any other to likewise disrespect you or me.  




-
Brian A. J. Salchert

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Tuesday 2002-01-01     11:11am
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Some want to tell me what they see in my future;

but what about what I see in my future?
Is it effort, effort, effort, effort;
                                        and no results?
Or have I forgotten what effort is?
Or have I become incapable of
whatever effort will be needed?


Sunday 2002-01-06     6:42pm
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I am as I am;
yet
I need to be cognizant of 
the presence of God
and of God's graces;
and,
with the never-ending help
of His presence
& His graces,
I must strive to be
better than I am,
to accomplish things
of deep holy value,
regardless of
any recognition I get
or don't get.
- -
                      7pm
-
                      Self-pity
                      is deadly.


Monday 2002-01-21     11:53am
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Remember,
  In spite of the fact I have a
  strongly pessimistic (melancholic)
  personality; in spite of the fact
  my words & actions are often
  deeply negative; in spite of the
  fact my wry humor serves as a
  cover for the anxiety and sadness
  gusting in me, every moment
  is God's moment; and so I pray.


Friday 200-02-01     12:27pm
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With special thanks to Dr. Phil McGraw
and his current book, Self Matters

These:
          Defining Moments
          Critical Choices
          Pivotal People

I will be taking the time to list and meditate on mine.
*
In the first entry on this page I listed 10 goals,
most of which cannot be reached by a certain time,
but one of which, the 8th one, has been reached.
*
Although I have normally scored between 115 & 120 on IQ tests,
on 09JUN84 I took a GRE exam at UF, scoring V740 & Q630.
On 03AUG01, I learned that according to one online estimator
those scores placed my IQ between 140.55 & 143.35 and thus
in the percentile of 99.657.  Toot, toot!  I'm sorry, too many 
beans, I guess; but--yes--I would--and then some.
*
So often, by certain persons I have lived with over the years,
have I gotten reprimanded for not being perfectly practical in
this and that situation, that several moments ago I finally said:
Maybe I should have been put in an institution shortly after I
was born (so as not to be an annoyance and disappointment).


Monday 2002-02-04     1:14pm
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(the following was written on 02/02/02)

I am an inveterate
perfectionist:
(mostly in things
others could give a diddle about);
I am an inveterate
complainer:
(mostly about things
others could give a diddle about);
and/ I suspect I know why.
Born.  The traits I was
born with (mental/emotional/physical)
coupled with the influence of
societal mores impinging on me
of non-human things /
become my balm & my poison.
Too, too sensitive,
I am probably a borderline
manic-depressive.
Without Jesus
there is no redemption.


Monday 200-02-25     2:53pm
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Yesterday,
it occurred to me,
I (along with certain others) have an
on-edge
personality.


Wednesday 2002-03-04     2:27pm
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O Lord,
I am such a wreck,
such a wreck!


Wednesday 2002-05-01     11:36am
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The following is a poem I found in a folder yesterday,
a poem written in the mid 1980's when I was a student
under Donald Justice at The University of Florida.

 Angle of Vision

Ready to travel
the miles north,

we two,
about to part

another time,
twice kiss;

i do not walk her
to the door;

but from the bedroom
watch until

she's back in view
three stories below

and sits upon
her red suitcase

so placed
on the main walk

the patio's post
eclipses them,

and with her await
the maroon taxi

& move the suitcase
back a little

& pace &
check the time

and open its door
& lift onto

its back seat
the troubling case

& get in
& look up

& smile & wave
& wave & smile

because we want to
because we can.


Sunday 02-05-05     5:56pm
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Lord, Jesus,
through each this moment along the Way,

thank You
for Your gifts today.
= = = 



Brian A. J. Salchert

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Thursday 2001-02-15     6:12pm
-
God save me.


Tuesday 2001-04-03     5:12pm
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If there is a way,
a right way
for me to go,
let me find it.


Tuesday 2001-04-10
-
Find me, oh Lord,
Lost as I am.

Find me, oh Lord;
rescue this lamb.

In the fields,
In the yards,
In the streams,

Find me, oh Lord.
Find me, oh Lord.
Make wise my dreams.


Friday 2001-06-08
-
Reality.
Reality, Brian.
Do you know what it is?


Sunday 2001-07-01     4:55pm
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Thank You, God, for every moment of my life;
but I simply cannot make it as a worthwhile human
in this current fast-paced world.
Every time I am under pressure in a business environment
I find I am almost always unable to make right decisions.
Actually, my ability to make right decisions
is in general markedly weak.
---
Wisdom: it is as if that gift for me
              is only mine in a dream.
---
Therefore, God, since it appears that
if I have a passion for anything,
it is a passion for writing;
so writing is what I am going to
concentrate on.
I realize that even in so doing
I may be wasting my time,
may be making another poor decision;
but, You tell me, what else can I do?


Wednesday 2001-07-04     12:32pm
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All the horrid errors I have made.
Just how many are there?
And are they all forgivable?


Thursday 2001-07-05     11:53am
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God, what a serendipitous morning You provided me
at Mainstreet Chevrolet while my '98 Metro LSI
was getting its 7500-mile checkup/ what with the
presence of the blue convertible Corvair there
on the showroom floor to immediately remind me
of that day long ago when I was one of several
in Jack F's Corvair ripping along at 110mph
on the highway east of Lake Winnebago with the
lake flies plastering the windshield and the lot
of us totally amazed we made it to our destination;
and then with the terminal presence of the salesman
to whom I (as I had hoped to do) related that
incident in my life, and then spoke to about
facts pertinent to me current situation, and then
from whom I received some valuable advice
regarding my attempt to secure disability status;
and then with the surprise presence of two
former neighbors--Nick and Frances (though I
could not recall her name)--sitting on a bench
when I went back outside to wait for my auto,
and with whom I then also sat and there conversed!


Thursday 2001-07-12     5:05pm
-
I want to create in my life a place where,
using the intelligence and talents I have been given,
I can deepen my intelligence and uncover new talents,
and thereby secure sustenance and find fulfillment.
Does this mean I am going to set aside those talents
which I believe are my central talents?  No.
*
The healings I want to occur are the healings
I have been praying to the Holy Spirit for:
the healings of my spirit, my mind, my heart.
*
The situations I want to change are:
my current desperate financial state,
my constant feeling of -10 worth,
and my continuing inability to make wise choices.

*
For the source of the self-examing above
see Patricia Gift's interview of Gary Quinn at
www.OneSpirit.com
and see also Gary Quinn's book,
May the Angels Be with You.


Friday 2001-07-27     11:54am
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I am as I am.  Yet who I am I do not know.


Friday 2001-08-03     9:27am
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It may be, Lord,
that not any of my "creations"
will be accorded the status:
worthy of remembering; but
You know and I know that
such is far less important than
the manner in which I live
each moment I am given, the 
worthiness of my love during
those moments.


Tuesday 2001-09-11     6:25pm
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In my efforts to be more responsible,
I, over a number of years,
proved myself to be more irresponsible
because I failed to sufficiently understand
who I am,
and therefore made many foolish choices
instead of many wise choices;
and so destroyed
what little solvency I did have,
and so further weakened
my mental instability,
and so placed sharper stresses
upon my spirit.
.......

The twin towers of the World Trade Center
are no more,
and a portion of the Pentagon
is no more;
but those losses are nothing
compared to even one of/
the human lives/
no longer among us.


Thursday 2001-10-04     2:16pm
-
It is 11:11, and the full moon

Blessed Trinity,
make me to care about Janice
without getting upset at her;
make me to care about life
without getting upset.
Make me to find joy
in caring.
                                10-31-01 BAS

(&, while on WUFT-FM's Night Bridge, as if magically,
                                             George Winston with
                                                    "Give Me Your Pains")

                                                                 Brian Salchert


Friday 2001-10-12     4:04pm
-
The Alexander Technique (the importance of the mind and the body
                                           working in consort with each other)
www.alexandertechnique.com/articles/spirituality
- - -
1.  Ego formation in Western Civilization
     (the separation of the mind from the body and 
      the ascendancy of the mind over the body)
2.  One's mental abilities
     and physical ailments
3.  One's personality traits
     and the need to cope with life's stresses
4.  Fear of insufficiency
     no matter how concertedly one strives
5.  Joy
     and the fullness of one's spirit


Monday 2001-10-29     1:09pm
-
10/28/01
   As to perfection, Jesus promotes it strongly;
but I, no matter how strongly I desire to be
perfect, do not expect to ever be perfect
because I lack the necessary attributes.  Oh, I
have/ at times come close/ in ultimately
insignificant ways such as (if I remember 
correctly) my twice bowling a 279.  Notably,'
though, unhappily, on the negative side, is
my annoying penchant for voicing my displeasure
when some thing aggravates me--and some thing does
exceedingly often aggravate me.  Such self-pity!
Such false pride!  As if, as one close to me says,
I think I am perfect and therefore must be
exempt from making any errors, I, who have made
far more grievous errors (choices) than most.
          Teach me, Jesus, to cultivate
          silence, sincerity, simplicity.


Wednesday 2001-11-07     10:30am
-
The other day it occurred to me
that often when I become angry
I immediately blame
some one or some thing 
when indeed it is I
who am at fault.
- - -
(Deep psychological wounds
 are extremely difficult to heal.)


Tuesday 2001-11-13     around 10am
-
O Blessed Virgin,
what ever am I going to do?
I am so tightly wound.
Every mishap /
every interruption
ticks me tighter.
Each day/ I am replacing
one or more springs.

Remember/ how often I've said:
If I had a brain, it would kill me?

Please sue for peace in me.


Friday 2001-12-28     3:09pm
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Guardian,
      I am such a dolt,
      such a wretched underachiever,
                                    angel.

Be happy
in the Lord?
Rejoice
in the Lord?
Maybe for a second,
                    a minute;
or if I am lucky,
                    an hour or so.

I so need to meet the challenges,
God in His wisdom
allows me to face.

Certainly,
you and God
(sometimes directly and sometimes not)
have numerous times
saved me:
allowed this body
to continue on,
this mind,
this heart,
this spirit.

Angel,
      thank you for what
      you have done for me
      and for what you are doing
      as I stumble through
      my darknesses,
                    guardian.


Monday 2001-12-31     2pm
-
 New Year's Eve

What matters is
how each day
we meet the challenges
which come our way.

Therefore I
(so quicly astray)
moment on moment,
for right choosing, pray.


                    Brian Salchert
= = =



Brian A. J. Salchert

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Friday 2008-12-08
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Tomorrow is Saturday, December ninth, and one place I
have committed to be wants me to think of 10 goals I yet
entertain.  Remember, I am 59.  Okay, I know this won't 
be easy.  Let's see:
 1. to grow spiritually
 2. to grow mentally
 3. to heal my traumatized self-image
 4. to find inspiriting gainful employment
 5. to render to Caesar what is Caesar's
 6. to use and deepen my writing talents
 7. to write at least one/ loved song lyric
 8. to finish placing online 1976: my
     bicentennial year challenge sequence
     of 366 sonnets
 9. to keep my online Brian's Brain/ Daily Log
     active until I die
10. to inhabit the stars


Monday 2000-12-18     closing in on 7:30pm
-
Last night I wrote what I am titling for now "Silent Song": it had
been coming to me grudgingly ever since my December 8th goals
list.  I cannot say it satisfies goal 7, but I can say it does deeply
satisfy me.
-
 Silent Song

There once was a boy
who found the stars/
in the heavens wide
a wonder-filled place
to dream and hide.

    Do you/
    know you?
    Please listen.
    If not,
    why not?
    Please listen.
    Somewhere
    in your heart
    who you are
    has its start.
    Go there.
    Prepare.
    Please listen.

There once was a boy
who found the lines/
he was moved to draw
a pleasure-bright realm
to touch in awe.

    Do you/
    know you?
    Please listen.
    If not,
    why not?
    Please listen.
    Somewhere
    in your heart
    who you are
    has its start.
    Go there.
    Prepare.
    Please listen.

There once was a boy
who found the words/
he began to see
a mystical land
to learn and be.

    Do you/
    know you?
    Please listen.
    If not,
    why not?
    Please listen.
    Somewhere
    in your heart
    who you are
    has its start.
    Go there.
    Prepare.
    Please listen.

    Somewhere
    in your heart
    who you are
    has its start.
    Go there.
    Prepare.
    Please listen.


          2000-12-17 by Brian Salchert


Saturday 2000-12-23     nearing 8:50pm
-
Today's saint is St. John of Kanty.  Look him up.  You have heard
it said: "How mysterious are the ways of God!"  I say: How uncanny!
Today at Chick-fil-A my humble, physical work was again/ edged
with frustrations and difficulties I did not always quietly deal with.
St. John of Kanty.  Search him out.
-
Christmas at Greccio.


Sunday 2000-12-24     late
-
Before one can be,
one must first desire to be,
and then must sacrifice,
must "perpetually" learn;
see deeply--ahead and within.
Actuate.  Create.  Rejuvenate.
~ ~ ~
Help!  Help!  I am an
underachiever of the worst kind.

                           Brian Salchert

---
The above was written on the inside of the back cover
of The Psychologist's Book of Self-Tests,
Louis Janda, Ph.D., author   
The Berkeley Publishing Group, publisher   1966
---
(The next entry contains my "Sonnet to Shakespeare".
  If you wish to read it, see sw00606usabys in August 2007 archive.)


Monday 200-12-25     about 9:40am
-
Welcome,
Welcome,
Saviour Jesus, Lord.

Welcome,
Welcome,
Holy One, adored.
-
Two truths about love:
1. If your love for another is such that you feel
    you must possess that person, your love is evil.
2. You cannot say you love someone if you are
    not willing to let that person go.
                                                   5-6-97 4:22am
-
Jesus, Lord, I seek no miracle other than the strength,
persistence, and wisdom needed to render to Caesar
what is Caesar's and to do ever and everywhere the
will of your Father, my Creator, through the graces of
The Holy Spirit.    Thank You, Your difficult servant,
                                                   Brian Arthur Salchert


Wednesday 2000-12-27
-
This morning I resume taking my Actonel.


Monday 2001-01-01     10pm
-
Since so often when suddenly frustrated I/ revert to using
unholy expletives, why, God, do You even want to tinker
with me?  I see no way I can be fixed.  I am just a perennial
failure, and that is that.  Oh, yes, I will keep trying/ to do
what is right, what pleases You; but my inability/ to be
perfect, I am afraid, will always raise the reptile in me.  
It has gotten so I do not know whether/ to laugh or cry/ 
about it, God.  Oh, for a gentle breeze, a quiet walk.


Tuesday 2001-01-02     7:45pm
-
 And So There Is Love

Hope 
sailed out
like a life-saving 
rope,
like the deep-seeing eye
of a telescope,
like a vigorous message
from an envelope,
hope
sailed out.

And then there was love,
love, love, love.
And then there was love.

Faith
reached in
like a heavenly
wraith,
like a heart-changing touch
of a power place,
like the rising-up music
by a glory braced,
faith
reached in.

And then there was love,
love, love, love.
And then there was love.

And love
rose up
like a sudden white
Dove,
like the Resurrection
of the Savior above,
like the hand of the Father
for a tender shove,
love
rose up.

And so there is love,
love, love, love.
And so there is love.


                        2001-01-02 by Brian Salchert


Friday 2001-01-19     7:45am
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Each moment can be a prayer.
Each moment could be a prayer,
if each moment each of us
were able to be so aware.


Saturday 2001-01-20     10:40pm
-
 Oliva

Tell me
what it is
that is in your heart.

Tell me
why it was
we had to part.

I know
you may not
want to;

I know
I should not
care;

but let your heart
please tell me
what is there.


Friday 2001-01-26     9:10pm
-
Somewhere among the cinder blocks of destiny
a lone eagle courses through a rivered canyon.
= = =  




Brian A. J. Salchert

sw00805ekuac-links.entry20

Edges of Knowledge (an Unplanned Autobiography)

was a sporadic interior journal in ThirdAge space.  It began on
Friday 2000-12-08 and ended on Tuesday 2006-02-07.  Due
to a void which needs to be filled, it will be presented here as
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sw00804st97-events

   On this President Lincoln's Day, which is also the seventh day of Lent,
the radio station I was listening to/ played John Lennon's "Imagine"; and
here in Missouri's Springfield ice and cold and the flu rule.  Over 5000 are
presently without power, and just as in January of 2007/ tree limbs have
snapped.  Temps today will remain below freezing, and though the storm
has traveled east, whatever mists occur about will freeze.  Took several
photos through my window.  Not sure about venturing outside with my
camera.  Yesterday around 4:40 PM this system's broadband connection
to AOL disappeared.  So I unplugged it again, spent the rest of the day
reading and fantasizing, and did not try to return to this realm until after
9 AM.  It is now 10:19 AM.
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What I read first were the "Be Grateful" through "I Feel Your Pain"
selections in Make Room for LIFE!, a Daily Meditations, Actions,
& Prayers booklet for Lent 2008 published by Twenty Third 23rd
Publications / Copyright ©2007 Joseph Sica.  A priest friend sent
this booklet to me.  I then went back to reading The Prelude and 
rereading "Preface to Lyrical Ballads"--had read it years ago--but 
did not read the whole of it as that was when I fell into fantasizing.
Did, however, gain some new insights.  One was: "The Poet writes
under one restriction only, namely, that of the necessity of giving
immediate pleasure to a human Being possessed of that information
which may be expected from him, not as a lwyer, a physician, a
mariner, an astronomer or a natural philosopher, but as a Man."
p. 420  The Selected Poetry and Prose of Wordsworth
a Signet Classic 451-CJ854   New American Library
Copyright © 1970 by Geoffrey H. Hartman, editor
The Signet Classic Poetry Series General Editor: John Hollander
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 74-126353

2 PM
Another event involved the respected Nebraska poet and short story writer,
William Kloefkorn.  In 1972, after Doug Flaherty had passed Road Apple
Review and Road Runner Press to Terry Smith and me, one special issue
we pleasurably published was Alvin Turner as Farmer, William's first book
of poems, a work which included 8 pen and ink sketches by Bill Evans, a
friend and colleague.  Logan House Press, which I e-mailed just before I
began this event note, has since republished that book and has published
Kloefkorn's first book of short stories.  Atop my dictionary rests a copy
of Bill's 1972 book.  In it is a signed note to me from Bill Kloefkorn.  I
probably had the copy with me on my aberrant short-lived separation to
San Francisco.  I know I stopped in Lincoln to see Bill and Greg Kuzma
and Joel Belland.  I know I slept at a cheap motel there.

At 2:41 PM it is snowing.  Earlier this afternoon when I looked out I saw
snow on the icy yard; so I took several more through-my-window photos.
Just took another one, but the snow is light and mostly nearly horizontally
zipping by.  Only a few flakes here and there hang and dance.

4:50 PM  -  A side result of a personal    esophageal sphincter    search
was an article about foods.  If this interests you, I suggest this search:
10 best foods you aren't eating          Men's Health provides the article.      



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Brian A. J. Salchert  

sw00803st96-new.uri.url

journals.aol.com/thinkinglizard/sh/

10:12 AM  -  The above is the new name for this blog, wherein "sh"
means Sprintedon Hollow.  Intermittently thunderous, continuously
rainy cold day here in SW Missouri.  Rain on objects freezes.  Not a
good time to be online, but I still have to update internal links in most 
of August and February of 2007.  Am correcting other errors too.  Was
online until 12:20 AM working on updates.  Changed URI/URL near noon
yesterday.  Last month completed was June 2007.  Thunder continues.
Bad weather expected to last through midnight.  It is 10:53 AM.
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11:55 AM  -  February's internal links are updated.   The skies have 
been quiet.  Time for a break though.
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1:26 PM  -  Took about 23 minutes to get remaining August entries
updated.  Skies still overcast but brighter.  Thankful I was able to
complete project I unexpectedly imposed on myself yesterday.  I am
definitely happier with the new name for this blog.   




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Brian A. J. Salchert 

sw00802st95-uri.url.change

journals.aol.com/thinkinglizard/sh/   replaced   journals.aol.com/thinkinglizard/bajs/

earlier today  (Sunday  February 10, 2008)  for several reasons:  One is that
"sh" is Sprintedon Hollow; but, unlike "bajs", has more possibilities should  I
decide to change this blog's name, say to something like: Stupid Hermit.  
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The immediate upshot of this is that any site that had linked to an sh entry will
find the link has gone dead.  I've already notified and gotten a response from
one such site.  Also, I have to change all links between entries in this journal.
Much of that is already done in those places where it matters most, but the
finish line is still distant.  There is at least one other site master I am going to 
 notify.  Google's robots may already know. 



Brian A. J. Salchert

sw00801sl4-antiphon.lyrics

 Antiphon


Through the years
through-ough the hearts
through-ough the skeins
of time

Through the days
through-ough the hours
through-ough the chinks
of time

      Ho-o-ly
      ho-o-ly
      are the dreams we are

      Ho-o-ly
      ho-o-ly
      are the dreams we are

Through the realms
through-ough the states
through-ough the towns
of time

Through the curves
through-ough the squares
through-ough the points
of time

      Ho-o-ly
      ho-o-ly
      are the dreams we are

      Ho-o-ly
      ho-o-ly
      are the dreams we are

Through the lights
through-ough the shades
through-ough the blips
of time

Through the eyes
through-ough the ears
through-ough the mouths
of time

      Ho-o-ly
      ho-o-ly
      are the dreams we are

      Ho-o-ly
      ho-o-ly
      are the dreams we are

      Ho-o-ly
      ho-o-ly
      are the dreams we are

      Ho-o-ly
      ho-o-ly




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Brian A. J. Salchert    2008-02-09

sw00800piks-bird.design

What you see here is part of a work which is
unsigned and undated, but my guess is that 
it is from circa 1954.  The bird and leaves
emerged from the abstract haphazard curves.



Brian A. J. Salchert                                                                                 

sw00799sem-7.FeastofSaintAgnes

Seminary



 On the Feast of Saint Agnes


The dawn arose enrobed in ruby-red;
Above the winter scene her mantle spread.
Relentless as undaunted forest flames
This glowing garb of dawn exclaims
Her youthful joy more racily
Today than when it first burned readily
As if to char that purity of day
Which stood with uncontested sway
O'er frozen mounds of clayey earth
That yet lay hard beneath that hearth
Of awing love, the mystic Orient
Wherein a new Aurora wisely spent
Herself, while frozen earth and barren trees
And heavy clouds looked on.  From there,
inanimates of dead despair,
No praising but their stoic presence there.
Alone, this humble dawn did dare arise
To day which never end espies,
But for the sun which was her life
And came to strengthen her in strife
Of nature born as would consume itself,
Like giant fires that soon become an elf
Of light.  So, strong, she stood amid the blaze
Ascending round; her heart did raise,
Another dawn, partaking full
Of that same heat which would to heaven pull
Both dawn and heart.  Appearing then apart,
Although warm glowed the Father's art
To prove it otherwise, this dawn 
Proceeding heavenward was drawn
By Yahweh's stalwart sun to strive to melt
The ice within the ground but found it felt
No heat, whatever its intensity,
But rather that proximity
Of such resplendent beauty froze
The more the frozen earth, for Satan chose
To harden it with his Dantean berg.
The barren trees, their web-like hands
Outstretched to break the rolling lands'
Horizons, bent aback the flow
Of rufous hues on dawning's robe to show
Indignant hate and pride that did abide
Within these knotty nets wherein would hide
Decay.  The heavy clouds hung high
As yet, reflecting, 'cross the sky
A glory that could never die, though death
They willed this dawn to meet.  Her final breath
She'd soon complete when down would run
Those leopard clouds, eclipse her Sun
Towards whom she fled, and watch dawn die
Till time no more its rhythm could sustain
And all was naught but that which felt of pain.
Enduring all, Saint Agnes, all did gain.


                                    Jan. 20, 1962     Brian Salchert, N.S.J.




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Brian A. J. Salchert 

sw00798sl3-alive.with.love.lyrics

 Alive With Love


go humbly o'er the water
               'cross the land and
               through the sky

go humbly o'er the water
               'cross the land and
               through the sky

      Wherever you go sailing
                          or roving
                          or you fly

go humbly o'er the water
               'cross the land and
               through the sky




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Brian A. J. Salchert    2008-02-08

sw00797slc-links.entry19

Song Lyrics directory                    [ last modified: 2009-05-23 ]


[  links to entries that contain song lyrics written by Brian A. J. Salchert ]

[ If you use my words essentially unchanged for a song, display this note:
          lyrics by Brian A. J. Salchert
   If you substantially change my words for a song, display this note:
          from lyrics by Brian A. J. Salchert
   If for whatever purpose you totally change my words for a song, display this note:
          because of lyrics by Brian A. J. Salchert
   Thank you.                                                      
   Beyond these constraints, my song lyrics may be taken at will
          because I am not a musician/composer.           February 26, 2008 ]  

001   Emmanuel Jesus Lullaby
----- see 2007/12/25/sw00756st69-Christman/2558 -----
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002   Who Love
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003   Alive With Love
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004   Antiphon
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005 and 006  Silent Song   |   And So There Is Love
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007   Young Child's Snow Song
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008   Young Ones I Knew Who Died
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009   Say Hi to the World
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010   Lucy
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011   Friends
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012   Dark
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013   This Being I Am
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014   Like 1 2 3
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015   Whistle
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016   Go Into the Water
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017   So
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018   For You
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019   Exercise
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020   Strange Prophecy
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021   Time
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022   Time 2
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023   Forces
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024   Against Despair
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025   When You Want Him
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026   Warning
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027   Boating Down the Volga
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028   Why?
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029   Bell Drum
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030   Humans Being
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031   Impasse
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032   Sad
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033   Of This Death
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034   Here Comes
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035   Bell Toll
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036   Dang
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037   Find Me
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038   Prayer
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039   Who Is It?
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040   The Antelopes
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041   After Rodney Dangerfield
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042   Git
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043   Dreams Edge
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044   He Knows
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045   Gone
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046   When
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047   Carousel
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048   Need
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049   oo oo oo
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050   Hey!
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051   Beck 'n' Warn
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052   Her Car
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053   Provisional
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Brian A. J. Salchert

sw00796v-38.poem36

Venturings



 Retrenchment


Out and about,
over and in
he'd scout
and spin

through darks and brights
beyond his breath/
until it broke
into his brain

he needed space
to breathe and flow,
not case
and stow.




-
Brian A. J. Salchert

sw00795st94-just.today

Every life is a special life, however mundane.


   Was up earlier than usual this morning/ because I needed to be
ready by eight o'clock.  Had a bone density scan appointment at
a Cox South clinic, and my local sister would be here by then to
drive me there.  Luckily, at that time it was not raining.  After my
scan, we headed toward doing some small-essentials shopping,
but we stopped for a quick breakfast first.  Today was primary
day in this state.  I told her I wasn't up to dealing with it.  When 
I got around to reconnecting my computer system, it still wasn't
raining.  Was only on long enough to change the date in my All
About Me space and delete most of what was below my blog's
name.  That was after noon.  Had to quickly get off and unplug
my system's connections again because lightning and rumblings
were coursing near.  Tried to read some Wordsworth prose
selections but had to quit because I couldn't stay awake.  Close
to 5 PM enough of a break came.  So I went online again but
went to other sites.  Now it is 8:28, and the storms have shifted
eastward.  My spirit feels like Swiss cheese.

   Though there is so much I need to do and so much I want to
do, I cannot yet gather my attentions sufficiently to do them.
Tomorrow will be considerably colder.  However, it will not be
raining.  Summon ye forces while ye may.

   Most of the links in the Other Journals sidebar are to blogs
maintained by poets.  The links in the Favorite Sites sidebar
are really more to places of interest than to places I favor.  I
do favor Astronomy Pik of the Day.  Take a look.  You might
find one or more to your liking.



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Brian A. J. Salchert

sw00794piks-spring.trees.2007

For a closer look, click photo.

          My mood today, as it often is, is a shade of grey,
          and though Spring is over a month distant, seeing
          this helps to invigorate me.  These trees proclaim
          the beauty of inner strength, for they survived a
          treacherous ice storm in January of 2007.

                                           Brian A. J. Salchert

sw00793olp-Jeremy.Prynne

   Last week a post on John Latta's blog introduced me to J. H. Prynne,
a somewhat hermetic British poet who nonetheless over the years--
in 2005 a third edition of his Poems was published--has gained a
substantial following, especially among post postmoderns in the U. S.
and among people in China (where 50,000+ copies of one of his books
were sold / and also because he has written poems in classical Chinese
under the pen name of Pu Ling-en).  [ Search  Jeremy Prynne ]  Latta's
post also led me to Simon DeDeo's 2005 blog post, and to other sites
where there were poems by him and reviews and essays about his work.
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go to John Latta's Monday January 28, 2008 post
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Simon DeDeo on Jeremy Prynne
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J. H. Prynne at Wikipedia
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Postmodernist Poets by John Holcombe
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in Jacket Magazine:
                                    at      
http://jacketmagazine.com/07/prynne-jk-rm.html 
   Rod Mengham and John Kinsella
   "An Introduction to the Poetry of J. H. Prynne"
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also       at
http://jacketmagazine.com/20/pt-chinese.html  
   J. H. Prynne and Chinese poets
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a review of Prynne's Poems by Devin Johnston
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Robert Potts on Jeremy Prynne: "Through the oval window"
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[ 02-04-2008 note:  What I have linked to or pointed to above/ I
                            have read.  Each is educative and fascinating;
but, possibly due to my aesthetic openness, I remain ambivalent.
However, there are some more-settled thoughts from others.  Two
of those:  In an interview by Gopal Balakrishnan, Joshua Clover
centers on "totality"; in an essay in issue #1 of his new e-zine,
Simon DeDeo centers on "anarchy". ] 





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Brian A. J. Salchert

sw00792st93-before.during.redesigns

   Five to eight times this year I have gone through the entries in this journal:
redesigning, correcting errors, and/or double-checking.  Daily life needs and
sanity diversions often interrupted those runs.  On one run I deleted my name
from most entries.  Then, within three hours after posting an entry which did
not reveal my name/ someone went to my archives, took a picture of it, and
shared it with a large site as though that someone had written it.  Somewhat
reluctantly/ I put my name on that entry.  A day later (best I could tell through
a Google search) that large site had either hidden or removed it.  Honestly,
what I posted wasn't to my mind all that special; but I would not care if some
other person or persons used it as the base for something better.  The main
point here is that: in putting my name back on my entries, I was led to make
other design changes.  Wherever I saw entry-specific redundancies, I deleted
what was redundant.  Example:  If in an entry's subject "poem15" appeared,
and in that entry's body "poem 15" appeared, I removed the "poem 15" in its
body because the subject matter is always boldly transferred to the top of 
that entry's body it relates to.  Another such concerns the name I have given
my journal (blog).  That name shows in archives; besides, I have concluded
it is just an added distraction; and, what if I one day decide to change this
journal's name.  That is not likely to happen, but having to remove the old
name from who-knows-how-many entries// would not be a pleasure.  What
is most important are the subject and the body text pertaining to the subject.
So, to the bottom of an entry go those journal-related bits of info I consider
useful: the link to the homepage, my name, the AOL-provided entry number.
Of course, these bits are not/ absolutes.
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Have been thinking about it over lunch: am going on an entry-#-removal
tour/ because my rationale for posting them/ has lost what little validity it 
originally had.  That is why the crust of snow we got Thursday is melting.
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10:49 PM - Unless I missed one (or more), my tour concluded at 10:48.
Actually did not expect to get done today.  Will need to go back and 
check links, a task which will take a long while.  There are also some 
other not-quite-right situations.




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Brian A. J. Salchert     

sw00791st92-latest.redesign

   Last night I began another major redesign of this journal (blog).
This page will serve as an example of what I am doing, but here
are some details.  The number which had been in the upper left
corner/ will now be in the lower right corner.  That number aids
me in that it is the necessary Entry number AOL assigns to each
entry (post).  Every URI/URL in this environment--as I made note
of months ago--has a specific structure which must be adhered to.
The last partition of that structure contains the Entry number for the
URI/URL it pertains to.  The second last partition is for the subject
information.  It is the only place where changes can easily be made.
The words "Sprintedon Hollow" will only appear where needed.
The link to the homepage is being moved from its top right location
to the bottom center location.  Entry-specific information will now
be given immediate visibility.  Example: when an entry deals with
more than two topics, each topic will be revealed on that entry's
first body-text line unless in the subject space I have provided a  
general identity for its topics.  My "piks" entries are designed less
strictly.  What gets shown depends on the body text presented.
Still, somewhere on each photo entry the number for that entry
will be shown.  On occasion a photo or a scanned object will be on
a non-piks entry.   



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Brian A. J. Salchert                     

sw00790v-37.poem35

Venturings
                    [ the following is an exhortation, but always use your best judgment ]


 Remember This


Unless one makes the most of each moment,
opportunities, experiences, one later/ wishes and wishes
one had had, will be lost in the bin of could-have-been;
and that person who/ lived a life parallel to yours/
but not as yours/ will have had the joys you let pass.

Stand.  Be bold those times when not being bold
does nothing more than confirm your impotence.
What use is a silence that engenders nothing.
Better an act, a voice, that engenders nothing
since from the latter/ empowerings might rise.

Often, often, an opportunity once only/ comes,
and you must not only be there for it, but
recognize it for what it is, and seize upon it.
There is no accounting for those signal mysteries
that occur/ as lightning occurs, but occur as blessings,

watch-God-moments, gifts from the universe;
yet I have witnessed them time after time,
and have many times/ said yes to them, and
too many other times/ said no.  Right into winter,
if positioned to, dandelions bloom.  Likewise rise.


                                                                    01-25/26-2008



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00789st91-food.gardens

   My father grew up on a small farm at the edge of the town
I, years later, was born in.  By that time, with help from some
of his friends, he'd built a brick house on two lots he'd bought.
It was a corner location less than a right-angled mile--along
the sidewalks--from the place where he was raised.  Behind
his house he planted a garden, and from him I learned (among
numerous other practical skills) how to construct a garden.
   Our garden, an Eden for us, seemed endlessly edible.  At
the back were raspberry bushes in front of which were rows
of strawberries.  Potatoes, tomatoes, string beans, heads of
lettuce and cabbage, and peas, carrots, beets, celery and/ 
even asparagus: all were there. 
   Why am I revealing this and revelling in it?  Two poet sites
I visit.  This nation, and much of this planet, is too dependent
on oil, a commodity which may have already peaked.  Some
are now saying oil is on its way to $200 a barrel for us, and
capitalism--as we know it--is ashing itself in the face of it.
Certain nations are already paying considerably more for a
barrel than $200.  Since so many of us live in cities where
we do not have enough space for decent food gardens, my
suggestion is: co-op gardens.  Cities, counties, and states
should set aside land for them.  If a commodity upon which
so much depends consistently rises in price, all those goods
which depend on it will consistently rise in price.  Getting
beyond the need for oil appears to be the only happy-ending
alternative.  Our dependence upon fossil fuels is the main
reason why this planet of conscious intelligent beings remains,
in Michio Kaku terms, a Type 0 civilization.  Civilizations which
are Type 0 and--for whatever reasons--cannot pass to being
Type 1 civilizations/ are candidates for extinction. 
   Those of you out there who have food gardens appreciate
the beauty of them.



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Brian A. J. Salchert                                

sw00788v-36.poem34

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



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Brian A. J. Salchert                              

sw00787st90-who.love.lyrics

Who Love


[ On Saturday, 12 January, I went to bed early (10:30).  Around 2 AM
I woke up.  An unfamiliar melody was coursing through my brain.  Alas,
I do not know how to write music or play an instrument.  My voice is a
weak voice, barely fit for speaking much less singing.  I sang the melody
to myself six or more times.  Then words began to appear.  Neither the
melody nor the words are anything special; so I will explain how I think
the melody goes for the words as they now are.  Note: the one who is
singing the words in this song and the one to whom the words are being
sung are fictional.  It is even possible no one is singing or being sung to. ]  
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The words:

Oh love, there must be love,
there must be     love love love love,
there must be love.
Oh love, there must be love,
there must be     love love love love,
there must be love.

     See how the birds are free,
     how the trees can be,
     how the seas are we.
     See how the birds are free,
     how the trees can be,
     how the seas are we

Who love.  There must be love,
there must be     love love love love,
there must be love.
Oh love, there must be love,
there must be     love love love love,
there must be love.

     See how the birds are free,
     how the trees can be,
     how the seas are we.
     See how the birds are free,
     how the trees can be,
     how the seas are we

Who love.  There must be love,
there must be     love love love love,
there must be love.
Oh love, there must be love,
there must be     love love love love,
there must be love.

       There must be love.

              There must be love.

-

The melody:

Have been trying to learn a little about how music is written, and from
what I have so far learned, it might be best to assume this song is in the
key of C major.
-
The at-the-margin lines and the last two lines might be bass.
The indented lines are definitely treble.
Every word is a single syllable and a single note.
My sense of this song is that it is supposed to be bland.
-
I'm guessing here, but I think the   Oh love   and   Who love   are whole notes
  with the whole notes for   Oh   and   Who   one note higher
and the   there must be love   words are half notes  (all the same note)  
  Also/ it seems the   be   in the Who love lines is a higher note
-
the   there must be   words are eighth notes  (all the same note)
  followed by a half note or longer pause
the   love love love love   are quarter notes  (all the same note)
  but seem to be one note lower than the eighth-note words
-
See   is the highest note, but   See   and   how   in the 1st line 
  are half-note words
and all the other indented words are quarter-note words
-
The final two lines are  shown are they are  because it feels to me
  there should be at least a two quarter-beat pause
  before and after the second-last line.

                                     


Brian A. J. Salchert

sw00786st89-notices

    Through my window/ may be discontinued, or be weekly or monthly
or only occasionally; or become something different such as a series of
poems.

Topics in general 
- 
1) This Sprintedon Hollow journal 
2) Poetics and/or other poets 
3) Non-literary realms 
4) Autobio vignettes

RTJ (Regarding This Journal) group  -  Most of the 18 RTJ entries
were indentified by posting-date in their subject space.  Today I
replaced those dates with content-revealing words.  For one the
words are: why.aol. 

st entries  -  Just finished adding the place-in-series number after
each st in its subject space for the 2007 st entries/ and removing
the st# information in the body of each 2007 st.  Earlier I took out
the dates in the January 2008 st entries and put somewhat vague
but understandable information in.  After today I will be limiting, if
I can, a given st to one topic/ so that I can show that topic in the
subject space.

Surveys  -  Surveys annoy me.  Too many confusing questions
with allowed answers that exclude the answers I would give. 



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Brian A. J. Salchert                               

sw00785st88-update.report

   Not totally finished, but all the major updates have been completed
and I've begun working on second-level updates.  Have opted to let
users know where to find certain entries in the archives, and reduce
the number of internal links.  Am also adding "whatz-there" info to st
entries, and I may yet have to provide links in the new st directory.
As you can see, I've kept the st #, but I'm in a quandary about it.  If
I decide in favor of the #, I will add a # to each of the older entries
in the st group.  If not, I will remove the numbers from January's st
entries.  Want to make this blog friendlier.  So, unless somebody
persuades me otherwise, tags and bold copyright notices on every
entry are history.  More descriptive Subject codes and what is at the
bottom of this page are the new norm.  It is 9:36 PM and I still am
seeking places to improve this Sprintedon Hollow.  May test all the
available fonts.  I like Verdana, but I wish there were a size between
2 and 3, or that 3 were smaller than it is.
-
Until I learn more about fonts, I will need to stay with Verdana 2 as
the fonts available to me are Arial / Arial Black / Arial Narrow / Comic
Sans MS / Courier New / New Times Roman / Verdana.  Do not know
why but true type fonts are weaker, i. e. they are lighter on an online
page and therefore are lighter on a printout.  The one advantage they
have is that they allot an equal amount of space for each character, 
a fact which has its uses.  I do use Courier New sometimes therefore.  



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00784st87-2topics

   Copyright Information -  My project this week centers on replacing
Copyright © 2007 Brian A. J. Salchert   Thinking Lizard   All rights reserved.
(and the like) from each of this journal's entries with the statement at
the bottom of this entry.  Am presently about halfway through June 2007. 

Through my window - This apartment building is lengthwise parallel with
the apartment building about 20 yards north, but this one (although the
same size) does not extend as far west.  The weed grass yard between
the two is not level, and at this time of the year about 30% light tan.  
A walkway of spaced hexagonal blocks runs at an eastward angle from
that building to this one, connecting two plank passthroughs between
apartments in each building.  That building is on lower ground, and a
scant open culvert runs parallel to the buildings about 15 feet out from
that building.  This morning when I looked straight out a squirrel was
moving along the walkway from there to here.  That/ near/ 8:30 AM.
Then 6 mourning doves/ closer to here were pecking in the grasses
near the hex blocks.  At 10:22, while I was seated on my computer
stool, I noted dark things to my right.  I went to the window and saw
at least 50 starlings on or near the other building.  At 12:51 PM in the
sturdy bush the usual cardinal sat, and juncos flitted around.  At 1 PM
several starlings momently swooped in.  Then I got seriously into re-
doing my blog.  More about the buildings another day.  Much of today
the sky was cloudy.  It is cold, and a sprinkling of snow has remained
on the grasses.



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00783stc-general.locator

              [ last modified: 2008-03-25 ]

2008-02-07 Note:  Am inserting a link to that st in a given month
                                  I conclude is of the greatest value.


Where Sprintedon Tracker (st) entries can be found:
In September of 2007 there are 5.
   poetics w/link to an essay by Richard Jackson about sound in poems
In October of 2007 there are 23.
   read the poetry-related essays linked to
In November of 2007 there are 22.
   hard words: from me, Jon Anderson, and David Bromige
In December of 2007 there are 23.
   information about Jesus at site linked to is most interesting
In January of 2008 there are 19.  
   mostly information relating to this journal
In February of 2008 there are 7.   (93 through 99)
In March of 2008 there is 1.   After that entry I retired Sprintedon Tracker.

-

Note: this entry is an stc entry, meaning it would ordinarily provide links
 to all the st entries, but since there are likely to be so many, the simple
system begun above should suffice.  Just look for entries showing "st" in
their codes.  Though it may not be in each st, a little section now called
Through my window is likely to be an st's first section.  By the way, "st"
could stand for many things, one being "Salchert's Trivia" even though
there will be times when what is in one is not trivial.  It is a journal/diary
within S H.  I've had similar ventures online in other places since 2000. 
-
This is a new year, and st has already supplanted aih (As It Happens),
and will probably supplant a (Autobio) and o (Opinions), and maybe  
the rtj (Regarding This Journal) series.  I am still learning; so I can't be
sure what routines I will settle into.  More on that in the next st.



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00782st86-2topics

 Through my window - at 8:36 AM it was frosty breezy with crows cawing
near the top of a semi-distant tree / It is now 10:43 AM and frostless clear.
-
If my writing about what I see through my window, however unimportant,
must be classed as spam, someone's algorithm needs to loosen up.  This
entry is one of many in a journal within a journal, and is supposed to be
a "your thoughts / your blog" space.  God bless Thoreau. 

Site Map - Have two months left to remove site map links from: February
and June.  After they are updated, I may make some further changes.  At
2:08 PM June 2007 no longer contained links to the site map.  Long 104-
entry February is next, but am first going to make some changes in jlctr.
Other than one page I have not been to get into to edit, February's site 
map links have been removed.  It is PM 8:45.  9:12 PM - Got into that
one page, though I had to wait a long while and give it a refresh. 



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00781st85-2topics

Through my window - overcast with a light chilly breeze at 9:44 AM
12:40 PM - Sky is becoming mostly cloudy.  PM 3:39 - hazy clear
4:33 PM - chilly clear

Site Map - On or near 11:33 AM I finished deleting August's site
map links, but I also deleted another internal link which I'd placed
on most of that month's entries.  I then put in Homepage links.  It
wasn't until 10-09-2007 that I had a homepage.  Made changes
besides these on certain entries.  Getting through the remaining 4
months is likely to take some time since I've been working from
months with fewer entries toward those with the most entries in
2007.  5:58 PM - April of 2007 is done.  9 PM - finished May 2007.



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00780st84-3topics

Site Map               Poetry               Through my window


  Site Map -  Yesterday I began another tour through this blog
to remove site map links.  It is 1:22 PM and I just completed
removing them from the 2007 October entries.  It is 6:22 PM
and March 2007 is done.  8:58 PM - November 2007 is done.
So/ Feb Apr May June Aug of 2007 remain.  Will start on them
tomorrow.

Poetry - Over the years poetics and the making of poems have been
central to me, but not consistently so.  For a period in the 1990's an
interest in mathematics became central.  Since I began this journal I
have returned to poetry, and have been trying to catch up on all the
changes.  It may be too late, but I prefer to believe it is not.  I am on
a difficult learning curve, but I have been on such curves before, not
that I successfully negotiated all of them.  The one truth in my favor
is that I am aesthetically more open than most writers.  Therefore,
I am willing to experiment with styles I would otherwise ignore.  So
I have become acquainted with some poet bloggers, and have been
reading essays and books about poetics and other poets again.  I've
also been reading reviews and participating in comment streams.  At
the moment/ it appears that some of my thoughts are regarded more
highly than any of my poems, but then I have no proof how many of
those aware of me have read even ten of my poems, which would be
easy to do.  I know from early experience, my diversity is both a plus 
and a minus.  Only several times have I read poems of mine in a public
venue.  Hard as it might be, I may need to try/ reading publically again.

           Through my window - 11:42 AM    overcast and calm



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00779v-35.poem33

Venturings

  [ Originally written in 1973, the following poem is an imaginary
conversation I had with Walt Whitman.  It begins hyperbolically
but laugh at it if you are so moved.  It appears I felt a need to 
bolster my courage. ] 



 Words for Walt


1

Walt, I am thirty-two
and am making my charge at your supremacy.

I have passed through Eliot and Roethke
and have troubled Auden,  
and have read a thousand more,
and have learned and loved them all.
They have been to me
as the phases of the moon,
the vagaries of sunlight,
the challengings of caves.

It is time again to sum things up,
for transformation.
We have turned another century,
yet much much more;
we have entered the country of Hope--
all your dreams, sweet Walt, all your dreams!
They are past and ever present
but can not be changed,
and for all you felt and yearned,
you could not feel as I can,
you could not yearn as I.
It is time again for seeing,
and today, Walt, I am ready,
and so, Walt, is today.

If in the grasses of evil and good,
you in your grey beard stand,
sensible, attractive, gathering, giving,
all the more must I,
all the more our race.

It is time for transformation
to a life we can barely dream of,
or death;
it will not come again.

If we touch the soil rightly,
and the waters, the air,
what passages, what births!
what mastery of time!


2

Oh human ageless Walt,
how much we are alike,
words hanging on words, lists, parallel constructions;
and yet how different,
your rhythms not my rhythms,
your thoughts not my thoughts:
and yet again alike,
in our hearts.

Much that I have written, Walt, is dead;
the best that I have written is but preamble.
Sleep with me.

This woods we are approaching,
let us dance and greet it.
How much we are alike!


3

'uckin' root!
Thought I'd missed it!
Lift me.
Blast it, scraped my knee.
You'd think I lost my coordination!
Now why did I--
hey, Walt,
do you think--
beetled elm!
They're dying on us, you know.
Look, maybe we should sit a while.
There.
Huh, an oriole!
Where is it?
Again.  There!
And its elms--
will we miss its swinging nest,
its bright colors and bright song,
its special grace?
Walt--hmm, that breeze feels good--
I love the touch of your rough hand.


4

Inside,
most of this day,
this fifty-degree March 12th--
student union, office, library--
inside,
writing these words.
And now I am in my apartment.
It doesn't seem right.
For neither as I would want all buildingsdown,
should I want them foolishly lived in.
And I have done so.
Today, I think, I have done so.
The sun scattered its pleasures for my skin
and I ignored them--
the poet and his paper and his pen;
vain beyond the moment's need,
I stayed inside.

Is it no wonder I
wonder,
am surprised
at myself,
am a joker
full of sour puns.

Somewhere, on the proud stem of a rose,
sucking aphids rock;
somewhere, on the walkway to a mansion,
gray and yellow snow.

Inside--
the habits that block awareness,
the truths one tries to forget,
the images that enlighten.


5

And now I hear you asking me,
"What are you doing, young man?"
And again,
"What do you seek so pensive and silent?
What do you need, camerado?
Dear son, do you think it is love?
Listen, dear son. . . ."

And so I do:
to the early robin honoring his love and possessing his land,
to the thawing grass as it struggles back to green,
to the teenage girls giggling,
to the teenage boys yelling,
their leather oxfords rapidly beating the sidewalk,
to the hummings of cars and the grumbles of buses and trucks,
to the ticking ticking ticking of my wife's white plastic clock,
to the whispered ticks of my too-fast Timex watch.

But, nothing.
Yes, yes, it is love:
a falling away from one, or so it sometimes seems,
and a possible falling,
   unevenly, into another,
but always behind my primary love--what I am doing here, the love I have for
   words.

That, Walt, is why, at this uncanny juncture,
my body and my spirit speak to
   you.


6

An end.
I have come too close.

The clouds ride high, and thin, through the leaves;
where the sun has rested long, the air shimmers.
Sometimes, a butterfly passes;
sometimes, a bee;
sometimes--there's a--I--

oh hell, I am just . . . tired, pale tired.
Here it is, 1973, and people's thoughts
still haven't opened enough, haven't
   cleared enough.

So many of us
(though few by comparison), so many of us
must hide,
for fear of losing our jobs,
for fear of losing respect,
for fear of losing
our lives.

An end:
in the flowers at my feet,
in the stones of buildings,
in rivers of every description,
in the turning of every wheel,
from the mouth:
an end.

If I have gone too far,
I have gone too far,
I will go
farther
still.

It can not be helped.
The deaths I have suffered,
the deaths so many yet suffer--

John, Bill, Anne. . . .

oh the warped communications of loved ones,
the black ideas that have warped love,
have provided answers where answers can not yet be had.
An end.


7

A beginning:
a movement toward self, toward community,
where every man and woman can walk as is,
possessed of a sensibility the equal of light, the power and softness of light.


8

The oriole?
It is night, night, without
orange.


9

Settle.
The sounds of the woods invite us,
but we must not move,
not even toward
each other,
especially not toward
each other;
we must keep our energies pure;
the time is not yet right
to mingle them.
I leave you.

Star above me,
constantly changing,
in color, in brightness, in position, in strength,
probably dead,
a black space
or a great dark cloud,
what moments of what eon
of your boiling spirit
hold me?
What warmth,
what variousness,
traveled
their thousands of years
through static cold?
who else
this new moon night
enjoys you?
who else considers
the ultimate trip
of riding the conquering edge
of your revelation?
encourages you
to make a wish
on him?

Starlight,
imperceptibly present
on my palm,
ghost,
welcome.
What you tell me,
I rejoice in;
what you keep from me,
I rejoice in,
Where there is mystery,
there is wonder--
starlight,
I have just stepped back from myself,
and see me here,
sitting,
babbling like a fool,
and realize
I am often like this.
Foolishness
is such a pleasant vice:
games
for one,
fantasies;
renewed
through them,
I am given
depth,
am given
breadth.
The breeze 
awakens again;
and an oak leaf
becomes
a fluttering eyelid,
and you

what I do not want,
the eye
of a come-on girl.
What you tell me,
I lament;
what you keep from me,
I lament as well.


10

Midnight, and after, and after.
Knowing, and not knowing.
Waiting.

Sleep.  Dreams.

With the rubbing of my hands,
the orange sky and the orange
leaves separate,
the waves on Mystic Lake blossom and cry;
I touch
the nearest tree.


11

Snow.  Sleet.
All day, all day,
snow, sleet.

I had lived inside my cocoon, my cottage,
for nineteen years,
but now no longer.

The birds about are hardy ones.

In the streets of my self
I dance,
in the streets of others
I dance;
in the streets of others
I buckle
in
regret.

Seasons next to seasons,
poeple next to people,
gods next to gods,
I mix with what I am.

If you, Walt, blessed this earth,
I will bless it again.


=

3-19-73
Brian Salchert


     [ Since that date some minor revisions of "Words for Walt"
        have been made.
        It was originally published on the 2 center pages of the 
        May/June 1973 issue of Milwaukee's GPU News. ]



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00778st83-4topics

     Through my window     Health     Tech Note     Site Map


  Through my window - partly cloudy with rapidly eastward-moving
cirrus and jet stream clouds / the apartment buildings' rooftops are
lightly frosted.  (9:33 AM)   |   10:44 AM  -  The sky is clearing,
the frost is gone, the air is calm. 

Health - an article of interest coutesy of Men's Health is available
at   body.aol.com/health/cures-uncommon   If you choose to read
a section of this article, read it fully and carefully.

Tech Note - thanks to a suggestion from an AOL Live Help 
technician yesterday, I, after a lot of assurance checking, discovered
that indeed my security had blocked (for my protection) a program
I had recently downloaded and installed, a program AOL Journals
uses, especially for those of us who construct HTML entries.  So
I unblocked it.  What a markèd difference!

Site Map - Have begun removing Journal Links Center (site map) links
from all regular entries, leaving only a link to this journal's Homepage.
For a long while I did not have a homepage, but now that I do and it
is to me this journal's most important page, and there is a link to the
site map on it, there no longer is a need to have a site map link on a
regular page (entry).  Have so far removed the one's I found in the
2006 entries, and have begun removing those in January of 2007.
5 PM is near, and I need to take a break.  PM 7:31 - January's done.
PM 8:31 - December 2007 was mostly okay.  Made a few changes.
PM 8:55 - September 2007 has only 15 entries.  Besides the site map
links, I deleted two other links.  PM 10:13 - Got through July's 23.



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00777v-34.poem32

Venturings



 End Around


Endevion dockittour
meteor ambit

erst effluvia
embryo san


so it was
where they were

when they were
where it was


escrewviiay hahbramahsh
ideo krahn

the invalid crash
the dollar-sign gong




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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00776st82-2topics

 Through my window - somewhat cloudy with a slight breeze at 10:07 AM
A weather report indicates strengthening winds and a chance of light rain.
Temperatures are in the mid to upper forties.  During the next five nights
they will be below freezing.  5:33 PM - Closed the drapes.  The grass is
wet.  Much of this day has been all clouds and little sun.

This Blog - I do not like belaboring the facts about Sprintedon Hollow,
but I want them to be understood: 
   1.  Nothing in this journal is for sale, but neither am I giving it away.
        Therefore, whatever you take from and/or do with an entry or
        entries here, reveal it or them (e.g., sw00776st82-10jan08) and
        sufficient copyright information (e.g., © 2008 Brian A. J. Salchert).
        Obviously, if you link to one of my entries, that entry's subject
        and copyright information will show.
   2.  Though the ultimate value of my thinking and imagining as they
        are manifested in this journal is not for me to say because it is
        not possible for me to be impartial, I do have a sense of that
        value.  Still, this sense of mine must ever be overshadowed by
        the judgments of others.  Whether something I have crafted is
        framed and hung on a wall or made a part of another creative
        work, or whether it is praised or ridiculed or ignored, until it is
        no more, it potentially has a use.
   3.  This blog's subject designations are not conventional; neither
        are they secret codes.  If you go to the All About Me sidebar
        section, you will see links to the Homepage, the Journal Links
        Center, and the Journal Codes Center.  Those three places, in 
        the order given here, are Sprintedon Hollow's most important.



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Brian A. J. Salchert                     

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Sidebar Notes     Internal Links     External Links     Through my window


    Sidebar Notes - This AOL/AIM journal's sidebar has four sections:
All About Me, Recent Entries, Other Journals, Favorite Sites.  The
information in the first was once more extensive, but I have moved
it to S H entries.  Although the most recent 10 entries are kept out
of archive space, and so can be scrolled to, AOL/AIM does provide
hyperlinks to them in the second Sidebar section.  Apparently a 50-
hyperlink maximum is allowed in each of the remaining two sections.
What is in mine is not stable.  That is, I do delete & replace.  Those
in the first of these are nearly all poetry blogs.  Those in the second
zip mostly to general sites, one of which is a help site for/ any who
use HTML and need to know the ASCII code for characters such
as the section sign (§).

Internal Links - Moments ago 53 of these were removed from the
links page for my 1976: in 2006 sonnet opus, and replaced by an
archive note.  3:57 PM

External Links - It wasn't until near the end of May that I began
in earnest to link to other sites, but most of them pertained to the
topic of my post (entry).  In all cases, as I've already said, I felt
that what I found there was worth reading, and therefore worth
sharing.  But sharing with whom?  From what I've been able to
determine so far, most of those who have encountered my blog
are not the kinds of visitors this blog is meant for.  So there are
a few who come here whose visits please me, and I do not see
a day when there will be more than a few.  That is okay.  This
is a blog of one person's ongoing, one person's investigations,
one person's thoughts, one person's creations.  Loneliness is
my milieu.  Reclusiveness is my penchant.  I take online trips
from here in order to learn and bring some joy into my life.  In
this blog are numerous autobiographical posts.  Do not assume
something about me from a few posts.  I am quite diverse.  If
I am such a hermit, I hear you ask, why am I revealing myself
as I am?  My answer is:  Whether or not what I reveal has a
value beyond my passage, I believe every human passage has
value.  Love me or hate me, what is here and will yet be here
is a partial record of who I am.  Because I'm a writer I, yes,
someways/ promote myself.  There are very few writers who
do not.  Writers also/ promote other writers, other creators.
The promoting I do is next to nothing compared to what some
others do.  Long ago I became dissatisfied with publishing in
the traditional way.  The Internet, for all its limitations, affords
me the freedom to follow my muses.  I am Brian A. J. Salchert,
and Sprintedon Hollow is not/ a fake blog.

Through my window - Generally hazy and calm with rising
temperatures, but at AM 8:17 frost still covers the grasses
of this complex's yards.



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00774st80-5topics

Weather       Technorati tags       Links       Comments       Entries


   Weather - From about 5 PM yesterday until about 5 AM today/
the weather in southwest Missouri was dangerous.  Strong winds,
lightning, thunder.  There were numerous tornado warnings.  The
electricity here was briefly cut around a dozen times before and
after 3 AM.  As it nears 9:30, Springfield's temperature is 51.  It
is likely--since it will be getting colder--that later/ Kansas's snow
will enter Missouri.  Near 3:30 PM these apartments lost power.
It was fixed and back on at 4.  The weather report I go to says
there's a 30% chance of rain.  The temperature is 37 F. 

Technorati tags - Haven't double-checked all of this journal's
entries, but hopefully no entry has any Technorati tags.  Never
did learn how to use them properly, and at this time see no
reason (so far as this quiet blog is concerned) to use them.
I am not selling anything.

Links - I have already reverted to using fewer links, and may
revert further.  S H is essentially a poetry blog, and there are
nearly fifty poetry blogs I visit, several of them frequently; and  
I visit various poetry-related organizations.  I welcome visitors, 
but long ago ditched this journal's visitor counter.  Most links
in this journal relate to this journal.  No one is forced to click
on them.  They are for the convenience of visitors.  When I've
linked to other places, I have done so because what I found
there seemed worth reading.  If my poems and prose do not
seem to you worth reading, so be it.  My First Verses are/
just that.  I did not place them up for their value, but simply 
to add perspective.  Everyone starts somewhere, whatever
the endeavor.  I was 12 (maybe 11) when I wrote the Milky
Way verse.  At the time I thought I wanted to be an astro-
physicist.  That's why a link to astropix.html is in the sidebar
section: Favorite Sites.   

Comments - There are so few comments in this blog/ I may
turn off the comments option.  I know of two poetry blogs
I visit regularly which do not allow comments.

Entries - Just went to the 2006 ones to edit out information 
which is no longer relevant, and to make sure/ tags were gone. 



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00773st79-tags.removal

     8:25 AM - Have 3 months of Technorati tags to remove yet:
February, May, and June of 2007.  Will also be updating when I
am informed or/ I may try to see if I can do so now.  Not ready.
Hope they are before the expected storms arrive.  May's are gone.
10:55 - June's are gone.  1:31 PM - Amid 6 or so slow-to-respond
entries, I finally got through erasing the tags in February's 104.  If I
did not error along the way, my journal is devoid of Technorati tags. 
Really, I do not need them.  From this journal's site map, all but two
or three entries/ can be found.  The Sprintedon Tracker entries are
not presently listed on a central page, and probably will not ever be;
but they are numbered sequentially (variously), and I may add topic
information on each one.  May even change the URLs of last year's
st's to match how I am doing them this year.  



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00772st78-4topics

  scanning problems       photo files       MS updates       Technorati tags


   What a day!  Woke up after 7/ not feeling well.  Apparently my computer
wasn't feeling well either, and when it did get back to operating as it should/
I discovered changes in the Programs section of my security software.  I
started to make a few alterations, but then undid them, and ran a scan.  It 
went well but threw over 400 alerts at me.  The most interesting-to-me of
those alerts was one which had to do with 4 files I had mistakenly placed
into AOL 9.0 Security's folder last year.  I had tried to find that folder but
couldn't.  So, since alerts came up when a scan encountered those files, I
paid closer attention during today's scan.  After the scan, I went to that
folder and sent those files to the Recycle Bin.
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Have been learning tech things so rapidly I am not even sure what it is I
am learning.  Dealing with photos, both offline and online was the 2-to-3-
hour venture next up.  The first photo I placed in my journal I mistakenly
chose the animation option for, but I let it be.  Yesterday, it died.  I did
not know what to do.  Also, yesterday I placed a clouds photo up as a
large photo.  It was fine, but not in archives space.  Today I edited out
the codes for each of those, putting the first one up as an image, and the
second one up as size medium image.  Did some messing around with the 
related cloud file offline, and while I did learn some things about how to use
Paint, I should not have done anything with that file.

2 PM - Found out yesterday from a message from one of ZA's guru guys/ 
that Microsoft will be making several important update patches available
this Tuesday.

5:04 PM - Am seriously considering eliminating all my Technorati tags.  The tags
in January 2008 and October 2007 are gone.  Those in July and September of 
2007, and the Decembers of 2007 and 2006 are gone.  Those in the Novembers 
of 2006 and 2007, and March of 2007 are gone.  9 PM - Won't finish tonight
but am going to remove some more.  Why?  Because Technorati cares naught
for me; so why should I pretend it does.  Also, after what I read about tags at
one site and after what I read about, seemingly, a few tags of mine in the notes
Google provided from another site I could have gone to, I decided   now is the
time.  Those in August, January, and April of 2007 are gone.  It is 11:26 PM. 



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00771piks-dispensers

sw00770piks-sturdybush

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sw00767st77-2topics

    through my window                    Roman Catholic


   10:55 AM - Sunlight's breaking through the clouds.  Days here
are getting warmer.  Monday we may get storms.  Heard a crow
caw caw caw.  Breezes are strengthening, so sayeth the pines.

Might attend a Mass service this afternoon at the nearest Roman
Catholic church.  Has been over 5 years since last I did.  That was
in Gainesville, Florida.  If I do, it will be for exploratory reasons,
though there is some pull to return to being what is known as a
practicing Catholic.



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00766a-one.scifi1976sonnet

[ Note 1:  Below is a sonnet I wrote in 1976.
                I am one-quarter British, and I now  
                think it best/ to read it deliberately
                with an upper-crust British accent
                in a heavily-whispered supercilious tone. ]

[ Note 2:  Why?  Andromeda is a galaxy which is
                in time/ expected to devour our Milky Way
                galaxy, and "Starships to Andromeda" depicts
                Earthlings as an evil Borg-like super-race.  As
                such, its final two lines are its most difficult;
                and, if enunciated properly, its most acrid. ]

[ Note 3:  I copied and pasted it from sw00036usabys,
                which is from my 1976: in 2006; and can be
                found in the archives in November of 2006. ]

[ Note 4:  On this Saturday, August 2, 2008,
                I changed the title of my sonnet opus
                to 1976 Today. ] 




March: Year-day 74

Starships to Andromeda.  Warps of time.
Wherever there is emptiness, we fill
and fill.  Even black holes will learn the chill
of our intrusions.  Creatures/ so sublime,
we suck a planet dead with such deft tongues,
swarming through its airs, it's hardly awake
by the hour we've swallowed enough to slake
the top of our thirst, collapsing its lungs.

"Bless us" we ask an eternalized God
to bolster our mad insecurity,
the fuel of our power, the reason no
sensible reason is needed to prod
our devastations of this deep orbed sea,
this Eden of the fish of fiery snow.




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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00765st76-2topics

          nature                              computer technology


   From what I read somewhere, the juncos that winter here in
Springfield, Missouri, are slant-eyed juncos.  Could be.  Flocks
of them continue to flit about, flaunting the white shafts on their
tails.  They seem to like using the bush I call Sturdy Bush as a 
place to sit while they look about.  Sturdy is back to being an
empty thing, its many wands curving tall-man up, laddered with
twigs for bird blossoms such as the lone cardinal one.

Got an answer to one of my questions at the ZoneAlarm forum.
Also, my AOL/AIM OpenID comment was allowed by the admin- 
istrator of the blog I entered it at.  Glad I put my first name and
the first letter of my surname in the text/ because the ID on
my comment is my screenname.  Google asserts using OpenID
will end spoofing.  There's a YouTube video I want to post.
Know a little about how to.  Guess I'll just have to ready a page,
sign in at YT, locate that video, paste its code, and attempt to
copy it on the page waiting for it.  On the WWW/Internet there
is just no end to learning for those who are willing to learn.



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00764st75-3topics

  jet exhaust clouds       The Undulant Trees       AOL/AIM OpenID


   Busy day yesterday, both on this computer and out in Springfield.
Most of my online time was spent reading and watching.  Still trying
to figure out how to deal with several software programs.  May try
to learn about making and posting videos.  Do have some photos of 
clouds I intend to share.  Today the sky is clear// and all the clouds
are jet exhaust ones.  Took 4 photos of them through my bedroom
window.  Each of two of those caught a jet.  Won't know for some
while how they turned out.

Went to archives to count what's in The Undulant Trees, a not yet
complete book/ of mostly poems only incidentally about trees.  In
34 entries are 88 objects: 1 ditty, 5 muttobs, and 82 poems.  How
many objects this book will contain when I sense it is complete is--
to me at least--an unknown.  Given the variousness of what I am/
putting in it, its title is more metaphorical than descriptive.

9:15 PM - May have made my first AOL/AIM OpenID comment.
Encountered the blog which is using Open ID last night.  Tried to
make a comment as I usually do, using my Blogger account.  Did
not seem to work, though the blog owner could have decided he
did not want to allow it.  Spent many minutes learning about yo
Open ID, but never was quite able to understand it.  That is why
I went to give it another try.  The process is fairly simple, but
is more involved than the usual method.  Anyway, the message
stating that "your comment has been saved" did show tonight. 



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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

sw00763st74-this.journal

   Since Sprintedon Tracker (st)--the ongoing interior journal
in Sprintedon Hollow--often addresses more than one topic,
the subject format will be as it is here today.  The "sw" once
meant Salchert's Weblog (the original name for this journal),
but it now refers to the first and final letters in its new name.
The "00763" indicates this entry is the 763rd in this journal.
The "st74" indicates this is the 74th Sprintedon Tracker entry.
As to topics, I am undecided, but two ideas I'm considering
are:  1) having section topics (e.g. Weather)
       2) using topic tags (e.g. Weather)

Thinking Lizard is the name of my viable but dormant publishing
company.  It had been the center of my copyright line.  The word
"Copyright" I deleted a while back.  Am heading toward having
no copyright information on individual entries, but keeping what I
have in my All About Me section.  I know I do not need to show
any copyright information, but I probably won't get to that stage.

The one constant in Sprintedon Hollow is change.  In that it is a
microcosm of nature in general.



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Brian A. J. Salchert