Elemental key lime pie….

Ffolkes,

“The deeds you do today may be the only sermon some people will hear today.”

~~ St. Francis of Assisi ~~

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Calico in sepia….

Hajime…. There is a little place in my head where ideas form; it seems to live between the state of full mindful consciousness and dreams, though the exact location remains mysterious, as it, like everything else, moves around a lot. Some days, I can find it easily, & the words flow like good wine at a bacchanal. Other days, of which today seems to be one, I can wander for what seems to be weeks in the empty hallways of the mansions of my mind without ever encountering even a whiff of fresh thought. When I sat to begin today, I had intended to discuss the process, but, as the hours, and days passed in my head, I realized such an intention would only make the gods laugh….

Finally, I gave up, as you see by the exposition which opens our missive. Not terribly compelling, but, honest. If there were any way, at this juncture, to go back & start over, I’d consider it well; since there doesn’t seem to be anything, in my head, or in the surrounding locus, that might offer such an opportunity, I may as well just get us down the page, where there is some great music, and an interesting group of rather inscrutable pearls, for y’all to chew on. It ain’t Ibsen, but, it’s art, I suppose. Y’all may, of course, make your own judgment on that, but, for now, it’s our story, & we’re sticking to it.

I don’t believe this horse is going to come back to life, so, I’ll quit beating on it, so we can get on with the rest of this mess. If I had any true compassion, I’d offer my apologies for this intro, but, I don’t. Not at this time of the morning, anyway. But, I do have my sense of ruthlessness, which has saved us many times in the past. That, of course, works like this….

Shall we Pearl?

“Bother!”, said Pooh, as time unraveled around him.

~~ Anonymous Bee ~~

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bonnie at ogwt 1976

While cruising old You Tube videos the other day, I came across this old recording from back in the day (1976, in this case), which gives a very clear idea of why I fell in love with this artist’s work, and have carried that torch for all the intervening years. The only reason she is not my favorite redhead in the world is because I know another one personally. She can’t sing, or play guitar like Bonnie, but, she’s even more talented, in her own way…. Bonnie, who plays and sings like an angel, always makes me smile, and sigh…. and dance….

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Bonnie Raitt
Old Grey Whistle Test
1976

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“All men are poets at heart.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

“All poets are mad.” — Robert Burton

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Ah Ain’t Sho, but Mebbe So….

Fried eggs got nuthin’ on me
Ah’m not even sure of mah name,
or how Ah come to be;
no idea from where Ah came.

Ah does like a mystery tho’,
puzzlin’ things out so’s Ah knows,
good from bad fo sho,
Ah sho don’t want no rock pillows.

If’n Ah cain’t figure out what’s best,
Ah just falls back on mah Daddy’s words,
seems he knowed just whut’d stand the test,
‘n how to gentle the scaredest birds.

‘Course, he’d lived a good long time,
‘n had lots of stuff go on by;
Went to a war, n’ lost a piece or two,
never once used it fer an alibi.

He tol’ me once Ah’d best learn to learn,
school’s only cool if ya ain’t already a fool.
Yer own good measure you can earn,
by startin’ yer learnin’ with the Golden Rule.

Always seemed to me as Ah growed up,
he mostly only spoke if it wuz true,
‘n by doin’ that clued me to what’s up,
kept me from stuff that’d a made me blue.

Without ever sayin’ the word itself,
Ah learned ’bout honor, ‘n helpin’ others
not some fake stuff from some shelf,
but, knowin’ whut’s right, ‘n that we’re all brothers.

Ah’ve been around long enough now, Ah think
to get around the block at least two times.
I s’pose long as my head don’t shrink
Ah’ll keep on doin’ right, ‘n makin’ these rhymes…..

~~ gigoid ~~

4/6/2013

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Naked Pearls

Yet Another Path….

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“All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.”

~~ Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace ~~

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“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing,
of just going along,
listening to all the things you can’t hear,
and not bothering.”

~~ Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne ~~

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“He who is unable to live in society,
or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself,
must be either a beast or a god.”

~~ Aristotle ~~

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“Without the difficulty of being hemmed in,
the tree in the forest would not be forced to marshal its power
to grow toward the light.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~

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“If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.”

~~ Things We Can Learn From Dogs ~~

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“In human intercourse the tragedy begins,
not when there is misunderstanding about words,
but when silence is not understood.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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“Heaven embraces the horizon.
No matter how jagged the profile, the sky faithfully conforms.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~

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“All men should strive to learn before they die
what they are running from, and to, and why.”

~~ James Thurber ~~

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“Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know.
But I do not approve.
And I am not resigned.”

~~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Dirge Without Music” ~~

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Having fulfilled the minimum standards for a Pearl, I declare it done. So done, I can’t think of anything to say that would improve matters; in fact, it all feels like the slightest wrong move will bring it tumbling down around my ears. I’ll just end it here, quickly, & take my chances it will fly. Y’all have a good day out there in the BBR, as best you may. I’ll do the same, & maybe, tomorrow, we can do this again. Worth a shot, right? See ya….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

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The right way is to the left….

Ffolkes,

“A stiff neck usually supports an empty head.”

~~ Observant Bee ~~

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Leelu, locked & loaded….

Hajime…. I had hoped, upon arising today, to find it within me to write some actual prose here to begin. However, upon entering the trance state I use to search out the appropriate creative urge, I found nothing but a vast, featureless plain, without even any shiny objects off in the distance. Rather than retreat, as I generally do, into paragraph after paragraph of blather & nonsense, I will, instead, accept the limitations I have encountered, & just get on with the posting process. You may thank me later…. or, not, as you wish….

I suppose, in order to earn & deserve any thanks, I’ll have to employ yet another example of a ruthless ending to the intro. I realize it has become rather de rigeur, but, that’s what happens when a blog gets old, along with its author. We just don’t care as much as we used to. But, that’s indulgent speculation, when our intention is to get down the page. Why don’t I make a quick turn, into this little cul-de-sac, where I’ll flip the switch on our old #4, which has served us so well for so long…. That one works like this….

Shall we Pearl?

“My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind:
Though much I want which most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.”

~~ Edward Dyer (c. 1540-1607) — MS. Rawl. 85. p. 17~~

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When I want to focus my mind on a set task on the computer, this is what I put on. It’s a grand collection of Wolfie’s violin concertos, with what I’ve found to be the best music for such mental gymnastics. It just seems to help my mind relax, and enter the flow of thought with ease…. I hope you find it so yourselves…. Enjoy!….

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Mozart ~ Violin Concertos

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Life as we know it….

As we grow and learn to be, in this sad, yet joyous parade,
we only have our Self with which to face life;
small, we are, and weak,
but, smart.

Reality, in studied contrast, is an invisible, ubiquitous shade
dispassionate ambivalence brings us mostly strife.
It’s never enough to seek.
Take part.

The universe won’t make a compromise, but will make a trade.
Give away your fear for knowledge, and a reasoned life.
It often requires a tweak;
live Art.

Love is an essential part of our own particular charade
without it, life can be filled with strife.
Souls perch high on a peak;
sweet, tart.

Pain always balances with joy, the price has to be paid;
for us humans, each must be equal in life.
To know one, the other must speak.
Never apart.

We are all actors, playing parts we’ve chosen to have portrayed;
the director’s absence produces endless strife.
Trying to make sense brings only pique.
Go. Start.

~~ gigoid ~~

11/27/2015

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Naked Pearls

Grinding the stone….

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“There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.”

~~ Mark Strand ~~

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“Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping,
eft its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
that was planted in my brain,
still remains
Within the sound of silence:”

~~ Paul Simon ~~

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“Take me disappearing
through the smoke rings of my mind
down the foggy ruins of time
far past the frozen leaves
the haunted frightened trees
out to the windy beach
far from the twisted reach
of crazy sorrow.

Ah, to dance beneath the diamond sky
with one hand waving free
silhouetted by the sea
circled by the circus sands
with all memory and fate
driven deep beneath the waves
let me forget about today
until tomorrow.”

~~ Bob Dylan ~~

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“Nothing in the entire universe ever perishes, believe me,
but things vary, and adopt a new form.
The phrase “being born” is used
for beginning to be something different from what one was before,
while “dying” means ceasing to be the same.
Though this thing may pass into that, and that into this,
yet the sums of things remains unchanged.”

~~ Ovid — Metamorphoses ~~

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“It is the edge and temper of the blade
that make a good sword,
not the richness of the scabbard;
and so it is not money or possessions
that make man considerable,
but his virtue.”

~~ Seneca ~

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“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.”

~~ Kris Kristofferson ~~

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“The more I learn, the more I have to learn.”

~~ Anonymous Bee ~~

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Having thus completed my assigned tasks for this morning, I’ll use a bit of compassion, & close it as efficiently as I opened. Perhaps that isn’t the most compelling technique, but, it works for what we need today. I’ll reiterate the usual caveat, to wit: I’ll be back, to spend more time on tinkering with my brain, so as to distract it from going wonky. Y’all are welcome to join me, tomorrow, hopefully, when I’ll do this again. See ya, ffolkes…. Stay alert; it’s getting more than just a little crazy out in the Big Blue Room….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

Kowabunga!

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Paradoxical dreams of reality….

Ffolkes,

“Man is most nearly himself
when he achieves the seriousness
of a child at play.”

~~ Heraclitus ~~

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In memoriam; Irish Famine Evacuation, Galway Bay

Hajime…. If any of the following seems a bit rough, you may chalk it up to anything you like; the truth is, though I had a productive day yesterday, not much of that effort went into today’s Pearl, until this morning. Hence my sense of mild panic, for I take my own deadline seriously, more’s the pity. Since I rarely look back at any of it while creating it, I can feel today’s frantic sense of a need to hurry, in order to get it done at all. Hopefully, most of that didn’t come through, & make itself a part of the whole. Y’all may feel free to let me know, or, not, as suits you. Me, I’m just going to go on, as if I hadn’t said a word about it.

I suppose it isn’t uncommon to witness a human being wishy-washy, which is the best I can come up with to describe this class of Pearl; it may not be exactly accurate, but, it gives the “look and feel” of it, just fine. Moreover, it supplies the proper tone of disapproval, for having allowed such a high degree of angst-driven blather, as well as failing to find enough inner balance to counteract any of reality’s insistence upon randomness as a form of worship. Hmm….

I see I’ve retreated into true blather, which, while it may be considered a healthy sign, for some, tells me I probably need to abandon any hope of coherent rationality, at least until we’re done here for the morning. The question, naturally, arises, “What the hell do I do now?”, but, I refuse to answer such a leading query, especially from my own mind; it’s too early to allow schizophrenic impulses any play. Instead, I’ll dig deep into my sense of fair play, to find, and authorize, the use of literary license to get us the hell out of here, and on to what follows. In case you aren’t aware of how that works, allow me to demonstrate….

Shall we Pearl?

“Beware of that person who is slow to anger.
For when it is long in coming,
it stays longer and is warmer and dies not so easily.
Abused patience is a very strong fuel
for a fire not easily put out by any known means.”

~~ Wise Bee ~~

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Image is the Adelaide Film Festival banner, via Google Free Images

Today, we have a double entry for music. I’ve included a live concert version of “Tommy”, the Rock Opera composed by The Who. As a bonus round, I’ve also included a live concert from the Who, recorded in 2000….. I don’t believe there are many ffolkes who need to be introduced to either, so, just enjoy!….

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The Who
Tommy ~ A Rock Opera

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Savory

Blown across steppes of imagination, a spore
finds a niche, takes root,
tries to live longer than now, before
chaos/peace descends, and desire is moot.

Feathered into fecundity, another possibility
builds a nest, hatches kin,
aims at immortality, sans responsibility,
chance manifests, as it does, again.

Leading toward peril, entropy saves creativity,
making tools, and lazy time;
solid signs imply such simple nativity,
as another snitch drops his dime.

Subtle compassion billows, passion to unfold,
covering hearts bloodied by time,
burning flesh made valid, unwaveringly bold,
turning love to brilliant rhyme.

Years weigh lightly, supported by youth,
gaining weight with each year,
only the old men know the actual truth,
peace comes only when we lose our fear.

~~ gigoid ~~

4/9/2013

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Naked Pearls

Wise bits….

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“One kind word can warm three winter months.”

~~ Japanese proverb ~~

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“If you would know a man, observe how your cat treats him.”

~~ Leelu Bee ~~

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“Many a man’s tongue broke his nose.”

~~ Seamus MacManus ~~

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“I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.”

~~ D. H. Lawrence ~~

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“If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.”

~~ Things We Can Learn From Dogs ~~

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“Some people march to the beat of a different drummer.
And some people tango!”

~~ Anonymous Bee ~~

“If you lose the power to laugh, you lose the power to think.”

~~ Clarence Darrow ~~

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Well!… That was fun, sort of. The process, fortunately, is sound, & got us here, with all parts intact, in spite of my lack of mindfulness. Since that’s the case, undeserved or not, I’ll take the money, and run. Today’s Pearl has, of course, been brought to you through the auspices of internal psychic anomaly, which, though entirely human, remains a matter of national personal security; as such, the details are classified. Don’t worry, it isn’t permanent. In fact, I should be able to completely deny it by later today, which improves the already good odds of doing it again tomorrow. Let’s just trust the whims of fate, & let it go at that, okay? Okay…. See ya, ffolkes, if I can’t think of anything better to do…. I’ve already quoted the odds on that, so, we’re good to go….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

Kowabunga!

À bientôt, mon cherí….