Good morning, WA2K folks.
Nite, Brit. That was the first song that I ever heard by Johnny.
edgar, I recall your having said on my poem, "Sing to me Calliope" that there was not enough poetry on our forum. Mr. Moose said the same. That is why I mentioned it.
Loved Miriam and Harry's My Angel. Bud used to call our daughter, "mangel" making fun of the boys that would be calling her later in life.
Hey, Mooseman. Ah, Alexander Dumas and The Man in the Iron Mask. Did some research on that and no one really knows who he was, but it makes wonderful reading nonetheless. Thanks, Kansas.
Hey, Brit. Love that song by the Dubliners about poor old Dicey Reilly. There is a message there, methinks, and it all has to do with the Irish drink.
Shelley describes poetry this way.
Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be “the expression of the imagination”: and poetry is connate with the origin of man.
Thinking of Edgar Lee Masters Spoon River Anthology this morning. I do wonder if we could speak from our grave what we would say.
First a song about Spoon(no, not moon) River, then one of the speakers, y'all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5j3v6IErHWM
Now, a speaker.
Mrs. Charles Bliss
Reverend Wiley advised me not to divorce him
For the sake of the children,
And Judge Somers advised him the same.
So we stuck to the end of the path.
But two of the children thought he was right,
And two of the children thought I was right.
And the two who sided with him blamed me,
And the two who sided with me blamed him,
And they grieved for the one they sided with.
And all were torn with the guilt of judging,
And tortured in soul because they could not admire
Equally him and me.
Now every gardener knows that plants grown in cellars
Or under stones are twisted and yellow and weak.
And no mother would let her baby suck
Diseased milk from her breast.
Yet preachers and judges advise the raising of souls
Where there is no sunlight, but only twilight,
No warmth, but only dampness and cold"
Preachers and judges!
Edgar Lee Masters
