Album with a really cool sleeve… hmmm I’m going with Johnny Cash, ‘American IV: The Man Comes Around’ (2002). The album cover was all black which was so perfect for the man in black. Sadly, it was the last album he released before he died.
The cover was a perfect tribute to a great man.
I remember reading it’s the perfect way for the Man in Black to fade to black.
My favorite song on this album is Hurt…Johnny did a cover of the song by Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails. They’re both good but I do prefer Johnny’s version because it sounds more poignant to me than Trent Reznor’s version.
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything
What have I become My sweetest friend? Everyone I know Goes away in the end
And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar’s chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here
What have I become My sweetest friend? Everyone I know Goes away in the end
And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurtI
f I could start again A million miles away I will keep myself I would find a way
Deviate depart from an established course. As an adjective departing from usual or accepted standards; deviant.
Inspiration be damned, I’m looking for a new muse! One that doesn’t deviate from writing.
My Muse Is Refusing Inspiration She seeks to flatter Herself with flashy gems and men decked out to the nines smothering her with opinions Oh, their inflated egos gag me quick my dear muse, deviate while we can
The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables
10 lines 40 w/c
Halloween lights are up around the window giving the cobwebs an eerie glow. No village on the landing because I’m worried about it being bumped by accident shuffling things down to the garage for the moving sale. The other thing is they’re securely wrapped already, not in the mood to add more work. The village in the dining room was up, I only changed the lighting color, picked up the snow blanket, laid down the moss and got out the pumpkins and witches. My witches in front of the fireplace weren’t boxed so they’re in need of boxes after Halloween. Just in case you’re wondering Halloween is 39 days away.
“Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,— For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble.” ― William Shakespeare
On a positive note for getting things done for our move, I packed up 12 huge boxes, 6 for each granddaughter in Maine. Bedding, dishes and cookware that I’m sure they’ll be able to use. We’ve decided to deliver them personally. So we’re doing a quick road trip and going to see my son John while we’re there. I’m looking forward to seeing them all. I haven’t seen Mik in two and a half years, Cait in a year and quarter, and John in 10 months.
A favorite soundtrack oddly enough is still Dirty Dancing. The music is fun to listen too. But there are other reasons as well.
When the movie came out my daughter, Amanda and her friend Holly loved this movie. We watched it over and over, We giggled as we tried dancing like they did. I play the album from time to time and dance in the living room just like we did all those years ago. Sometimes, we need music that makes us smile.
Doleful as an adjective is expressing sorrow; mournful.
I’ve chosen a poem I wrote about my grandson. We raise our children to believe they can do anything but sometimes that fearlessness goes to far. Johnny had ridden a dirt bike for years but like all boys wanted a bigger and faster bike. He worked hard and saved for the bike. 24 hours after he purchased it, that bike killed him.
I’m still in mourning. We’re all still in mourning. I think we’ll always be.
antics of a boy invincible illusions echo silently reverberations define self-inflicted martyrdom
It doesn’t get any easier without you. I was standing in the kitchen looking at the school pictures on the book case and began crying. There won’t be a new school picture but then I realized with the distance learning I probably want be changing any school pictures. I cried even harder. Everything Gram’s always taken for granted is changed. The biggest change of all is you’re not here.
Your friends are struggling with the distance learning, no football games as of yet. I would give anything to hear you bitching about all the stuff happening right now.
Your chimes were active this morning… the wind was coming from the northeast. Just like where you used to be from Grandma.
Your sisters both have their own places now. I’m putting stuff together for them both. Grandma won’t need all of this stuff once she moves. It’s time to downsize. Or as your Dad would crap… crap.. Grandma has too much crap.
that human threw a horrendous fit it takes patience to learn how to knit our skill evolves with time unlike a spinning dime our project increases with each sit
I’ve tried several times to learn how to knit. She said,” it’s so easy.” Yup, I dropped more stitches and had more tangled messes. My project became a Christmas tree decoration. I left the needles with what I had done then cut the yarn and crocheted the socks instead.
Second attempt was a scarf, with her famous words it’s so easy. Another uneven mess and constantly picking up stitches. I gave her my needles and the yarn. I made her a crocheted hat and she finished my scarf.
According to a new report, more than 7,000 healthcare workers worldwide have died from treating patients with Covid-19. The two countries with the most deaths among medical professionals are Mexico (1,320) and the United States (1,077), followed at a distance by UK (649) and Brazil (634).
Those are large numbers, and the loss of medical personnel in areas that are under-served can be devastating.
If you wonder why medical facilities are so careful screening patients, there’s a good reason for their concern. They want to live through this, too.
Woohoo, this prompt gives me the opportunity to share Leonard Cohen. Thank you Jim.
Cohen shared a common passion with me, we love writing poetry. The Spice-Box of Earth helped expand the audience for Cohen’s poetry, helping him reach out to the poetry scene in Canada, outside the confines of McGill University. The book also helped Cohen gain critical recognition as an important new voice in Canadian poetry.
His styles vary so much in his poetry.
Waiting for Marianne from “Flowers for Hitler”
I have lost a telephone with your smell in it I am living beside the radio all the stations at once but I pick out a Polish lullaby I pick it out of the static it fades I wait I keep the beat it comes back almost alseep
Did you take the telephone knowing I’d sniff it immoderately maybe heat up the plastic to get all the crumbs of your breath
and if you won’t come back how will you phone to say you won’t come back so that I could at least argue
and a deeper silence
when the crickets
“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”—Leonard Cohen.
“Judy Collins recalls that when she first met him, he said he couldn’t sing or play the guitar, nor did he think “Suzanne” was even a song:
And then he played me “Suzanne” … I said, “Leonard, you must come with me to this big fundraiser I’m doing” … Jimi Hendrix was on it. He’d never sung [in front of a large audience] before then. He got out on stage and started singing. Everybody was going crazy—they loved it. And he stopped about halfway through and walked off the stage. Everybody went nuts. … They demanded that he come back. And I demanded; I said, “I’ll go out with you.” So we went out, and we sang it. And of course, that was the beginning of an incredible musical career.”
Underappreciated album for me really made me think about this a good share of today, I finally decided on Bon Jovi’s 7800 Degrees Fahrenheit. iI’s full of cathartic songs that came from the soul ,and not shooting from the groin. Unfortunately, the album release happened at a very difficult time in the group’s career. In and Out of Love is the only song that seemed to have faired the best on the album.