Someone’s been delving my archives and stirring up dust. Continue reading “What is This – a Skyrim Quest?”
What is This – a Skyrim Quest?
The Abbesses of Montmartre
Some time I go – it matters not when – I found myself lost in the Paris district of Montmartre. Continue reading “The Abbesses of Montmartre “
Three Limericks, Animal Style
Wait, Wait . . . Don’t Tell Me! has the Listener Limerick Challenge. This is like that, except totally different. Continue reading “Three Limericks, Animal Style”
Going Round & Round
I don’t need to walk around in circles
El Oso – “Circles”
Once we possessed infinite time,
exploring new worlds and taming dragons
between dawn’s first light and doorbell chime.
Now bound by the hands of the clock –
the unrelenting taskmaster of the day –
we work to live and live to work.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
The Migraine (A Poem)
I didn’t feel well yesterday, so I played around with some online magnetic poetry. Unfortunately, the save process went awry and I was unable to save an image of my work. Thankfully, I kept a not-so-redundant copy on word.
The Migraine
or
Ground Exceeding Small
The black symphony beats
beneath a stormy sky;
sordid music calls for blood
in harsh and crushing language,
recalling a thousand deaths
lathered red with rusty shot.
I whisper shadowy chants but am not mad;
I lie screaming in the forest rain
watching frantic waters.
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Old Songs
They say marriages fall apart over three things: religion, money, and (un)faithfulness.
However, no one talks about the radio.
Let me assure you, while Krystal and I have no plans to divorce, the radio has been a source of tension for years.
We’ll be driving down the road and she’ll reach over and change the station, claiming “this music is too old.”
In fairness, some the music is, in fact, old.
No one would deny that “A Vesta was from Latmos Hill Descending” or the Kryrie Eleison from the Pope Marcellus Mass are old.
Even some jazz is old.
On a related note, I was saddened to hear of Tom Mallison’s passing. Many knew him better as Tom the Jazzman from his Public Radio show “An Evening with Tom the Jazzman.” I first heard his show many years ago on WJFF out of Jeffersonville, NY and later lived miles from his some station of WTEB New Bern, NC.
Anyway. What classifies as “too old” for music?
100 years?
50 years?
10 years?
1 year?
And, perhaps even more importantly, does music’s age influence its enjoyability?
I appear to have asked more questions than I’ve answered.
Ah well; such is the nature of things.
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