OT ~ Welcome to Saturday!
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Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.
Good morning good people!
Traveling; pulmonary hypertension tests and specialists, so i've posted this in advance.
Cheers to everyone, have a beautiful day and weekend!
Morning poetry:
I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
they earn for knowing the black art
of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them
lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries
fall almost unbidden to my tongue,
as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words
like strengths or squinched,
many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,
which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well
in the silent, startled, icy, black language
of blackberry-eating in late September.
Blackberry Eating ~ Galway Kinnell
Fall
Son rose to expectations
beyond understanding
pressing for information
never ending
almost trusting
forgiven
Which shakes make slates
good for roofs,
vanilla
not leaking
many drips tell no answers
raising questions
or children
catch who, waiting
"do your feet hurt?"
heart does
In shamelight
blossoms bloom
smell delight
ignore mites and bites
diffuse might
take flight in
circles preceding, leaves falling
again
exhaustion setting in
needing help in rico
needing help at home
needing help for mother
needing
where, does it begin
with orchids tried and true
something new
waste brewing brew
J crews
riding boulevards
familiar stew, boiling
top down health care
of pleb's daring, begging
until
feeble feet fall
in lucky misery of living.
Morning music:
“A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.”
~ Lewis Mumford
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I hear occasional drips on a skylight, not frankly raining
Leaves and raindrops fall. And a turn toward cooler, always an adjustment. My garlic starts should arrive. I will have to lightly rake garden beds to snuggle them in. I am still ambulating. Under my own power. In the house, cane-in-a-box. Not yet deployed.
Do others here refer to two locations as the Front Yard? I also have a dog yard. One front yard presents as a driveway circle to my red front door. The other goes downhill from the house off of three sliders. In discussions with my children, they seem to understand front and front. Others are infrequent guests. Or ghosts. Many too-early deaths that I seem to have taken to heart.
My eyes tear all the time, drop by drop. Ragweed and SAD are culprits.
I must rescue my boxed and stapled-in fig tree. My Houseplants are going a changing of the guard. The box is still in my car by the front (red) door.
Hey! my dear friends or soon-to-be's, JtC could use the donations to keep this site functioning for those of us who can still see the life preserver or flotsam in the water.
Just continue ever careful, no further falls, etc. Slow & easy.
Our small front yard is bifurcated by a walkway, hence, sometimes North and South front yard or other added identifier, as needed. Pollen has been plentiful here for months now, I am perpetually reacting to it. Not specifically ragweed, simply myraids of different plants.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
Good morning, smiley7 ~~
Lovely poetry and music for a Saturday morning.
I awoke to a hard rain in the night.
It's past, now, but the clouds remain
To remind me of the power of water
To give life, as well as take it away.
Have a beautiful day, folks!![Pleasantry](https://caucus99percent.com/sites/all/modules/smiley/packs/kolobok/pleasantry.gif)
"The “jumpers” reminded us that one day we will all face only one choice and that is how we will die, not how we will live." Chris Hedges on 9/11
love the poetry
wish I could make some too. What rhymes with peace? Cease (war) doesn't quite work. And rain rhymes with pain and stain. It's a shame the old organic computer isn't more creative this morning.
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Best regards regardlessly!
question everything
Good morning
Thank you for the poetry and music, it was a very welcome thing this morning.
Here is a piece that requires a bit of time; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zyDs0wb3FAE
I would recommend sitting with a cup of tea or coffee or, in the evening, a glass of wine if you enjoy that sort of thing. In my opinion it is a stunning piece and worth the time.
Cannabis harvest heats up in Sonoma County
Walking around town the place reeks. Heavenly. Edit: forgot link! Bad side effect.
http://www.pressdemocrat.com/news/7464329-181/cannabis-harvest-heats-up-in
$581 million last year and can't even provide living wages or housing for all. NOPE. Coppola? "We're capitalists." Losers get charity, lump it. Thanks Hollywood. The charities get rich of course. Non-profit CEOs rake in millions. "That's the system." Could not achieve without the cheap labor immigration provides, no way.
Pray for the watershed, treating cannabis like wine-grapes means it is finished, it is done. The corporatists have won bigly. I would give anything for a real revolution right now. Everything, I'd give it all to get even a little justice. No one cares enough, too busy scraping by. Oh well ~shrug~ at least I saw the Russian River when it was alive and abundant. Now it is ugly and mostly dead. Sorry about that.
My neighbors in back are toxic growers but there is no way in hell I'm gonna say anything about it. The landlord would evict and then they'd be down at the encampment with NO facilities. Move Along.
good luck
revolution is ripe for picking
Cheers!
question everything
Divesting is for people who still have something
Looking forward to the essay next week, my better attitude awaits. I am a mess, thanks.
good luck
hear ya bud
Best regards, eyo
question everything
Thank you smiley7, good luck with your tests and
have a great weekend
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
Missed y'all
Went in for a biopsy on the 19th, seized on the table, and woke up Tuesday. Helluva week getting myself together enough to come home late last night. Still don't quite have it together.
There is no such thing as TMI. It can always be held in reserve for extortion.
In on the 19th and you woke up Tuesday?
peace
Wow, that's a shock. Good to see you back. Prognosis?
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
They still haven't figured it out.
There is no such thing as TMI. It can always be held in reserve for extortion.
omfg
question everything
nothing changes - intimidation always works
Cameroon palm oil campaigner arrested in crackdown on activists - Nasako Besingi has been jailed after opposing a US-funded palm-oil plantation and supporters say this is linked to Cameroon’s ‘anglophone crisis’
oh well, people die, generations pass away, but the exploitations never end.
Good Morning, I should look for some beauty.
https://www.euronews.com/live
Late to the Party, but thank you for the lovely OT, Smiley!
"Rhapsody in Blue" was one of my favorite piano pieces (to perform), so especially enjoyed hearing the gorgeous rendition that you posted. My second, and one of my favorite piano teachers was a former Ziegfeld Follies cast member. She was tough as nails, and demanding, but you always knew that she had your back if you gave it your very best. And practiced, as instructed.
At the close of every lesson, we always shared a few minutes together, just talking and laughing. So, every time I hear RIB, I think of Ms Culpepper, and how grateful I am that she was my friend and mentor.
Hope your appointments with the specialists went well, and that the news was good.
Also, shoutout to ghotiphaze--hope you're much better by now, and that your prognosis is a good one when all the tests come in. What you described would definitely be a traumatic experience, so, take good care of yourself!
Mollie
"I think dogs are the most amazing creatures--they give unconditional love. For me, they are the role model for being alive."--Gilda Radner
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went."--Will Rogers
Everyone thinks they have the best dog, and none of them are wrong.
Ah. ... you are a pianist ...
Do you still play?
Marilyn
"Make dirt, not war." eyo
Hi, Marilyn--only for
my pleasure, and for those in my inner circle of family and friends. My Father was very musically gifted, and though we lost him almost four decades ago, I have wonderful memories of playing duets with him for years--from before my feet touched the floor, until he passed when I was in my twenties. The one exception is that I've continued to play at a couple of local nursing homes/SNFs four times a year--two of which are during the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays. They are a wonderful audience, in that they don't care how well you play--they just love the company!
Mollie
"I think dogs are the most amazing creatures--they give unconditional love. For me, they are the role model for being alive."--Gilda Radner
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went."--Will Rogers
Everyone thinks they have the best dog, and none of them are wrong.