Good morning, everyone. It's a sunny day here but the humidity is high and it affects me in a negative way.
Hurry back, Mon Ami. Love that French Boy singing.
Latin George, Great one by Little Feat, and that says a lot about Rock and Roll.
edgar/Mark, Mexico is another one that I like. You hurry back as well.
Incidentally, the best wells are Artesian. Check it out, y'all.
Two poems fro the morning. First, William W. whose birthday is today.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35uXO7DpT2U
Now, William M.T.
A poet!—He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which art hath lodged within his hand—must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
Thy Art be Nature; the live current quaff,
And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool,
In fear that else, when Critics grave and cool
Have killed him, Scorn should write his epitaph.
How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;
And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree
Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
But from its own divine vitality.
It's Billie Holiday's birthday, and here is a tribute to Lady Day:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVSgf5_rsI4
What a shock to find out about her and her mother.