Bloggin', Free Association Like
Been over to The Fourth Person's blog and now cannot get Graceland out of my head, as in Graceland, Graceland, Memphis Tennessee. How I love that album....
The Mississippi delta was shining
Like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I'm going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But Ive reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland
She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if Id never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
I'm going to Graceland
Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
But Ive reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
There is a girl in new york city
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh, so this is what she means
She means were bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
In Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
Theres some part of me wants to see
Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe theres no obligations now
Maybe Ive a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
Isn't that fantastic?! It is close to three a.m and I am awake, perhaps because it is the witching hour and I am a witch...a good witch although I would never wear a hat that looked like a plastic trash receptacle like Glynda (sp?) of Oz. Okay, I just wish I was a witch, making potions, casting spells, flying over the trees, dancing in the moonlight....ooops I feel another song coming on:
Dancing In The Moonlight
( King Harvest )
We get it on most every night
When that old moon gets so big and bright
It's a supernatural delight
Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody here is out of sight
They don't bark, and they don't bite
They keep things loose, they keep things light
Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and right
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
We like our fun and we never fight
You can't dance and stay uptight
It's a supernatural delight
Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and right
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
[break]
Everybody here is out of sight
They don't bark, and they don't bite
They keep things loose, they keep things light
Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and right
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and right
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and right
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
Doesn't that song make you happy? Going to get ginger ale (left over from the stomach virus siege...read this poem with ginger ale in it while I'm gone)
Running Away Together
It will be an island on strings
well out to sea and austere
bobbing as if at anchor
green with enormous fir trees
formal as telephone poles.
We will arrive there slowly
hand over hand without oars.
Last out, you will snip the fragile
umbilicus white as a beansprout
that sewed us into our diaries.
We will be two bleached hermits
at home in our patches and tears.
We will butter the sun with our wisdom.
Our days will be grapes on a trellis
perfectly oval and furred.
At night we will set our poems
adrift in ginger ale bottles
each with a clamshell rudder
each with a piggyback spider
waving them off by dogstar
and nothing will come from the mainland
to tell us who cares, who cares
and nothing will come of our lovelock
except as our two hearts go soft
and black as avocado pears.
Maxine W. Kumin
Refreshing! What is a dogstar by the way? I guess I could look it up...probably some constellation reference. Guess I will go lay down before I fall out of my computer chair...Tonight the must not eat temptation in the kitchen is Pepperidge Farm Nantucket cookies...the big ones...if only I could think of a spell that would make them non-caloric.............................
Song (Did you see me walking by the Buick Repairs?)
Did you see me walking by the Buick Repairs?
I was thinking of you
having a Coke in the heat it was your face
I saw on the movie magazine, no it was Fabian's
I was thinking of you
and down at the railroad tracks where the station
has mysteriously disappeared
I was thinking of you
as the bus pulled away in the twilight
I was thinking of you
and right now
Frank O'Hara
Been over to The Fourth Person's blog and now cannot get Graceland out of my head, as in Graceland, Graceland, Memphis Tennessee. How I love that album....
The Mississippi delta was shining
Like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I'm going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But Ive reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland
She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if Id never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
I'm going to Graceland
Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
But Ive reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
There is a girl in new york city
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh, so this is what she means
She means were bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
In Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
Theres some part of me wants to see
Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe theres no obligations now
Maybe Ive a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
Isn't that fantastic?! It is close to three a.m and I am awake, perhaps because it is the witching hour and I am a witch...a good witch although I would never wear a hat that looked like a plastic trash receptacle like Glynda (sp?) of Oz. Okay, I just wish I was a witch, making potions, casting spells, flying over the trees, dancing in the moonlight....ooops I feel another song coming on:
Dancing In The Moonlight
( King Harvest )
We get it on most every night
When that old moon gets so big and bright
It's a supernatural delight
Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody here is out of sight
They don't bark, and they don't bite
They keep things loose, they keep things light
Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and right
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
We like our fun and we never fight
You can't dance and stay uptight
It's a supernatural delight
Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and right
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
[break]
Everybody here is out of sight
They don't bark, and they don't bite
They keep things loose, they keep things light
Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and right
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and right
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and right
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
Doesn't that song make you happy? Going to get ginger ale (left over from the stomach virus siege...read this poem with ginger ale in it while I'm gone)
Running Away Together
It will be an island on strings
well out to sea and austere
bobbing as if at anchor
green with enormous fir trees
formal as telephone poles.
We will arrive there slowly
hand over hand without oars.
Last out, you will snip the fragile
umbilicus white as a beansprout
that sewed us into our diaries.
We will be two bleached hermits
at home in our patches and tears.
We will butter the sun with our wisdom.
Our days will be grapes on a trellis
perfectly oval and furred.
At night we will set our poems
adrift in ginger ale bottles
each with a clamshell rudder
each with a piggyback spider
waving them off by dogstar
and nothing will come from the mainland
to tell us who cares, who cares
and nothing will come of our lovelock
except as our two hearts go soft
and black as avocado pears.
Maxine W. Kumin
Refreshing! What is a dogstar by the way? I guess I could look it up...probably some constellation reference. Guess I will go lay down before I fall out of my computer chair...Tonight the must not eat temptation in the kitchen is Pepperidge Farm Nantucket cookies...the big ones...if only I could think of a spell that would make them non-caloric.............................
Song (Did you see me walking by the Buick Repairs?)
Did you see me walking by the Buick Repairs?
I was thinking of you
having a Coke in the heat it was your face
I saw on the movie magazine, no it was Fabian's
I was thinking of you
and down at the railroad tracks where the station
has mysteriously disappeared
I was thinking of you
as the bus pulled away in the twilight
I was thinking of you
and right now
Frank O'Hara
posted by MJ at 2:49 AM
5 Comments:
Hello Senior. I am also awake. Thank you for the lyrics to Graceland, they rock. I just googled recipes from Puglia(Bari), yum, I am going to have to make some for you. By the way, is lamb permitted for Easter? I found a lovely roasted lamb recipe from Puglia, and think it would be a perfect Easter main course.
I like lamb but I don't think Velmar will eat it...will also be odd with the happy lamby cake you are going to make covered in coconut...The boy will have a nervous breakdown.
Jr., since you are awake why don't you get on a train now and be here for breakfast?!
The Mississippi delta was shining
Like a national guitar
that is just one of the most amazing lyrics in pop music. i didn't know for sure what a national guitar was but when i heard that lyric i knew exactly what he meant. that's good writin' papa.
Note to Jr.: Velmar has agreed to have Easter. She said, "But there will be no damn lamb in my house. Why don't we just bake puppies?"
concensus is spiral ham with ginger ale or coca cola glaze. I vote for a baked ziti for the boy as well.
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