Saturday, July 5, 2014

Midsummer~A Poem by Robert Fitzgerald

The adolescent night, breath of the town,   
Porchswings and whispers, maple leaves unseen   
Deploying moonlight quieter than a man dead   
After the locust’s song. These homes were mine   
And are not now forever, these on the steps   
Children I think removed to many places,
Lost among hushed years, and so strangely known.

This business is well ended. If in the dark
The firefly made his gleam and sank therefrom,   
Yet someone’s hand would have him, the wet grass   
Bed him no more. From corners of the lawn
The dusk-white dresses flutter and are past.
Before our bed time there were things to say,   
Remembering tree-bark, crickets, and the first star…

After, and as the sullenness of time
Went on from summer, here in a land alien   
Made I my perfect fears and flower of thought:   
Sleep being no longer swift in the arms of pain,   
Revisitations are convenient with a cough,   
And there is something I would say again   
If I had not forever, if there were time.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Rick Friel's 365 Albums: UFO's 'Strangers in the Night'

I have not re-posted any of Rick's record stories for a few months and how fitting that when I go to look, the first one that catches my eye is the UFO album. Why, you ask? Well I'll tell you why! Rick just wrapped up his part in the 12th Annual Flight to Mars Benefit, a yearly show put on by Mike McCready and friends to support the agencies and charities he supports: CCFA - Crohn's and Colitis Foundation of America. The band is a UFO tribute band. And let me tell you they are pretty darn awesome! 

Thursday, February 20, 2014

The Audacity of Grunge~Words & Music by Kurt Cobain

The audacity of Kurt to soothe us with his misery
comfort us with his self disgust 
and embrace us in his fear and pain 

Welcome to Nirvana

Thursday, February 13, 2014

When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats ~24 Hour Love Poem Marathon on Xanaland

When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book 
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep

How many loved your moments of glad grace
And loved your beauty with love~false or true 
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the sorrows of your changing face

And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly-how love fled
And paced upon the mountain overhead
And his face amid a crowd of stars