The Muse and Whirled Retort 2019

The Muse and Whirled Retort May 2019

The Muse and Whirled Retort May 2019

T.H.E. .M.U.S.E. .A.N.D. .W.H.I.R.L.E.D. .R.E.T.O.R.T.

May, 1

Oakland, CA

Hey Everybody,

Happy May Day!

Incase you were hoping for a communist manifesto this morning... I ummm... wish it were.

But this is what spilled out of me this morning.... appologies to (to one of the many great Austin TX bands! ) The Butthole Surfers

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Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain

That is pouring like an avalanche

coming down the mountain

I wish I could sleep for a day...

an entire day...

just sleep...

and OK OK dream..

dream of you...

one day... enjoy being appreciated...

I wish you liked being appreciated.

I don't mind the sun sometimes

the images it shows

I can taste you on my lips

and smell you in my clothes

Cinnamon and sugary

and softly spoken lies

You never know just how you look

through other people's eyes

Sometimes,

I wish for luck...

but wishing for luck seems... some how... redundant.

I wish I could confuse what i wish for...

for what is...

but I can’t...

because deep down...

whenever I see ships off in in the distance

I know it has everyman's wish is on board.  

Except perhaps, the ones that actually are on board.

Some men come in with the tide.

Other men sail forever on the same horizon,

never out of sight,

their dreams heckled by Time.

But, women

wish to forget all those things they don't want to remember,

and wish to remember everything they don't want to forget.

Me, I would wish upon a star but instead...

I only wish upon a moonless night.

Some will die in hot pursuit

and firey auto crashes

Some will die in hot pursuit

while sifting through my ashes

Some will fall in love with life

and drink it from a fountain

That is pouring like and avalanche coming down the mountain

I wish for the days of proverbs...

when people said things like:

“If wishes were horses... beggars would ride.”

Because, these days

wishes are a cardboard signs

that read, “Oregon.”

and beggars do ride...

often shotgun.

I love that about the open road...

When you stand, cardboard sign in hand...

listening to a west bound freighter

and wishing you were on it.

i wish i could wish for useful things

and that those wishes came true.

I wish i could wish with the passion of others,

i wish i knew what to reasonably wish for -

Harry Chapin sang:

"I wish that i were beautiful,

or that you were halfway blind... "

I don't mind the sun sometimes the images it shows

I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes

Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies

You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

There I was.. wishing you well...

when the wishing well started asking for small change.  

I knew you deserved it.  

So, I tossed your wish

into the water’s body

where it landed upon the wishes of others.

Together they gained strength.

For together, they were more valuable.  

Together we are all More valuable.

For the dreams of others were reflected back from the waters...

onto the body...

of the one ones who were wishing.

Others saw this, and they too tossed their small change

into the wishing well...

In the hopes that their wishes

may mingle amongst the dreams of others.

Naturally,

The wishing-well became wealthy.

And we all prospered from a wealthy wishing well.

But gradually, it came to pass, that no one really carried small change.

and the dreams of others began being stolen

by ambitious pan handlers...

until all the wishes disappeared.

The wishing wells were empty.

For no one realized the reason people wished in the wishing well was because the wishes of others were reflected back to them.

No one wanted to wish any more

and the wishing well was replaced.

I don't mind the sun sometimes the images it shows

I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes

Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies

You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

The wishing well was replaced.

with one of those machines... you know the ones... with the cranes...

like at the truck stop...

where you feed your dreams in to the chip reader

and the crane come to life...

... and through the plexi-glass you watch...

your wishes sink their claws...

into a sea of stuffed animals...

and you are standing there...

in the middle of the truckstop...

wishing you were some where else..

trying - trying so hard...

you are trying...

to pick up the coveted majik 8 ball from a sea of stuffed frogs and baby dolls.

and if you are lucky - very lucky

you too

could pick up the majik 8 ball (which, I did!)

and I ran out in to the truckstop parking lot...

into the glaring hot sun...

and stared unto the inky abyss...

of the majik 8 ball itself...

just to see if my wish would come true...

and i adjusted my eye glasses...

to read the tiny white letters forming a message...

and shouted unto the masses:

“The signs are unclear,”

“The signs are unclear!”

So...  I stood their in the bright light of day...

a west bound train roared by along the side of the interstate...

and I shook and I shook and I shook again... and the best I ever got was "Reply Hazy, ask again later"

So I got frustrated and threw the magic 8 ball back into the wishing well... which no longer reflected the dreams of other... and it landed with great big splash...

and all of the water spilled out onto the pavement, and went between my toes... and i looked down... and saw... our abandoned dreams were penniless... and even the well was dry.

I don't mind the sun sometimes the images it shows

So, I went Back inside

I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes

It was a small childs Birthday

Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies

Every one was singing.

You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

He looked to the heavens...

You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

closed his eyes...

You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

and blew out the candles...

You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

and I was sure his wish would come true.

You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

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May, 2019

11

Saturday

Mountain View, CA

10 am

Silicon Valley Fleadh

St Stepenns Green

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12

Sunday

Mountain View, CA

10 am

Silicon Valley Fleadh

St Stepenns Green

[ more info ]

25

Saturday

Costa Mesa, CA

all day

The Costa Mesa Scottish Festival -- With Jen Delyth

Orange County Faire and Event Center

[ more info ]

26

Sunday

Costa Mesa, CA

all day

The Costa Mesa Scottish Festival -- With Jen Delyth

Orange County Faire and Event Center

[ more info ]

31

Friday

Kerrville, TX

7:00

The Kerrville Folk Festival

The Quiet Valley Ranch

[ more info ]

June, 2019

1

Saturday

Kerrville, TX

7:00

The Kerrville Folk Festival

The Quiet Valley Ranch

[ more info ]

2

Sunday

Kerrville, TX

7:00

The Kerrville Folk Festival

The Quiet Valley Ranch

[ more info ]

7

Friday

Kerrville, TX

7:00

The Kerrville Folk Festival

The Quiet Valley Ranch

[ more info ]

8

Saturday

Kerrville, TX

7:00

The Kerrville Folk Festival

The Quiet Valley Ranch

[ more info ]

9

Sunday

Kerrville, TX

7:00

The Kerrville Folk Festival

The Quiet Valley Ranch

[ more info ]

updated: 4 months ago