God is Great

A ray of hope amid the darkness, destruction and despair. These incredible images show the moment a four-month old baby boy is pulled alive from the rubble in Bhaktapur.
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Stay With Me and Autumn Leaves

April 25, 2015



April 29, 2015

It all adds up

Raymond Carver

 Stupid

It's what the kids nowadays call weed.
And it drifts
like clouds from his lips.
He hopes no one
comes along tonight, or calls to ask for help.

Help is what he's most short on tonight.

A storm thrashes outside.
Heavy seas
with gale winds from the west.
The table he sits at
is, say, two cubits long and one wide.

The darkness in the room teems with insight.

Could be he'll write an adventure novel.
Or else
a children's story.
A play for two female characters,
one of whom is blind.
Cutthroat should be coming
into the river.
One thing he'll do is learn
to tie his own flies.
Maybe he should give
more money to each of his surviving
family members.
The ones who already expect a little
something in the mail first of each month.

Every time they write they tell him
they're coming up short.
He counts heads on his fingers
and finds they're all surviving.
So what
if he'd rather be remembered in the dreams of strangers?
He raises his eyes to the skylights where rain
hammers on.
After a while --
who knows how long? -- his eyes ask
that they be closed.
And he closes them.

But the rain keeps hammering.
Is this a cloudburst?
Should he do something? Secure the house
in some way? Uncle Bo stayed married to Aunt Ruby for 47 years.
Then hanged himself.

He opens his eyes again.
Nothing adds up.

It all adds up.
How long will this storm go on?

La dah dah da-da daaaaah.

Da da dah da da.
Dada da-da dah de dum.
Da da-da dah da.
La da dah dede.
La dah dah dada dah.
Lah dada dah da-da dah.
Dah da dada dum dah.
La dah dah da-da dah dee.
Dah da daladah duh duh duh.
La dah dah da-da daaaaah.
Dah da dah uh uhhhhnn.
Da da dah da duhh.
/ Duh duh duh duun, da-da dah dah, da-da dah dahun da.
Du duh duh uh.
Dun dada dadada da.
Duh duh deeee de de dede da.
Nah nah a nah nah naaaah. /
La dah dede.
La dah dah da-da dee.
La dah dee.
Dun dun dun nee nah ha duh dee.
Dun nah na naha dee.
Da dada dah da da da dah.
La dah dah dada dah dee.
Du duh duh doo dee dede dee dede.

All the tired horses in the sun
How'm I supposed to get any writin' done? Hmm.


Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto

They are ridin' down the line

Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles

Ev'rybody's 'cept mine

Somebody musta tol' 'em

That I was doin' fine

Bob Dylan plays for Tom Wilson

"Music fans everywhere were pleased to see the announcement last month that Kiss will finally make it into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, along with Cat Stevens, Hall and Oates, and producer Andrew Loog Oldham. The class of 2014 brings the total number of people inducted into the Hall to 719, a vaunted list that includes many performers but also at least a dozen producers, including heavyweights like George Martin, Quincy Jones, Phil Spector, and Jerry Wexler.

But there’s a key name that’s missing among them, and it is a travesty that the Hall has yet to acknowledge one of the most important producers of the fifties and sixties. Without this producer, Bob Dylan would not have broken through like he did—effectively bringing on the swinging sixties and changing music forever."    by Michael Hall for Texas Monthly 

The Greatest Music Producer You Have Never Heard OF

Tripping the Light Fantastic

Anna Pavlova and Michael Mordkin

 "Com, and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastick toe."

 attributed to Milton's 1645 poem L'Allegro

"Before you can say come, and goe,
And breathe twice; and cry, so, so:
Each one tripping on his Toe,
Will be here with mop, and mowe."
in Shakespeare's The Tempest:

In the late nineteenth century the expression became popular from the American song "Sidewalks of New York" (melody and text byCharles B. Lawlor and James W. Blake) in 1894. 

"Boys and girls together, me and Mamie O'Rourke
Tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York."

In 1967, English rock band Procol Harum released its hit song, "A Whiter Shade of Pale " with lyrics by Keith Reid, that included a play on the phrase with "skip the light fandango," casting Milton's light and nimble dancing in a modernist perspective:

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal

Amelia Jane Murray, The Moth Fairy

Expansion

Sculpture by Paige Bradley – New York, USA

If you see her, say hello

Untitled

Painting (Unknown title), by Bob Dylan

Sally Grossman in 2004 at the Bob Dylan exhibition of the Experience Music Project, Seattle, WA. 

In this photo, she is pictured with a painting by Bob Dylan that had previously hung in her living room 

for 40 years. Sally is the widow of Dylan's former manager Albert Grossman and the woman in red 

on the album cover of Bringing It All Back Home
.