tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post1016001896873171093..comments2023-11-05T04:15:44.564-08:00Comments on Robert Frost's Banjo: Moon June Spoon 5Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-58997798200134533542009-06-29T07:34:01.649-07:002009-06-29T07:34:01.649-07:00Hey Ginger: Now that's a really evocative imag...Hey Ginger: Now that's a really evocative image!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-40771757383465660292009-06-29T07:27:47.208-07:002009-06-29T07:27:47.208-07:00God, I love Moonlight Serenade...my idea of Heaven...God, I love Moonlight Serenade...my idea of Heaven is hanging out at the bottom of the ocean: dancing with Leslie Howard, and listening to Glenn Miller play.Ginger Ingenuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06904339551806493214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-8237739313229369432009-06-25T12:26:33.646-07:002009-06-25T12:26:33.646-07:00Hi Jen & Mairi:
Jen: It's been there pret...Hi Jen & Mairi:<br /><br />Jen: It's been there pretty much all along-- I think at one time it was in the left-hand frame but that was back last year. Glad you like. The "celestial roadmap no one folded" is a reference to one of my old poems.<br /><br />Mairi:<br /><br />That is an interesting poem-- I do like it, & can see some ways it's a bit like things I've done. Thanks for thinking of me & giving me a chance to see it!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-20895992260067618542009-06-24T23:40:41.984-07:002009-06-24T23:40:41.984-07:00John, I came across a review of a collection by a ...John, I came across a review of a collection by a Scottish poet named Rob Mackenzie over at Barbara's blog - http://intendednot2b.blogspot.com/ - and was interested enough to look up his work. The book is called The Opposite of Cabbage and contains a poem I think might interest you, mainly because it reminded me of your work in the way it has a soundtrack running through it, among other things. The poem is called White Noise. I'll paste it here for your perusal. Spoiler alert. It's very sad. I hope you like it.<br /><br />White Noise<br /><br />From a third floor window, low trumpet notes<br />have cradled the world in blue for weeks<br />but today they cry like anarchic goats<br /><br />pale as the sky bleached in haze overhead.<br />Babies keep whining in the long line of prams<br />from plaza to supermarket, impatient to consume.<br /><br />Frank pays attention for the first time although<br />the queue has stood, undiminished, for years<br />just as the FTSE trampolining the pound<br /><br />is, for some, a reason to live and, for others,<br />hidden as the rage of commuters on the bypass<br />or a life-support machine’s final squeak.<br /><br />In the hospital, Frank’s baby’s breath blew out<br />like the cherry blossom crash-landing around<br />the kerbs and drains, raised briefly with every<br /><br />loitering hope and passing bus. The pram babies<br />linger like cappuccino froth or white candles waiting<br />to be lit on windowsills in favour of an unclear cause<br /><br />while televisions drone on regardless. The trumpet<br />bleats. The reason for a note remains mysterious<br />until the next and then the next, just as commuters<br /><br />beat out progress by traffic lights. The system<br />functions. The operation was successful for a time.<br />Her eyes opened, blue, for a moment blinked<br /><br />and shut. The eighth day. He hears it is good <br />that tills keep clinking, that each day bears<br />its fair share of crashes, that disappointment<br /><br />and music are made possible only by love.<br />The trumpet croaks a flat minim and Frank says,<br />‘I tried I tried everything but nothing workedSheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11908332538776254864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-45175915203872621852009-06-24T20:34:04.666-07:002009-06-24T20:34:04.666-07:00did you just put that text below your blog header ...did you just put that text below your blog header - the celestial roadmap noone's folded, the Idaho Garage sale. has that been there all along or am i just waking up or did i see it b/f and forget? ha! either way, i like it! rich, original metaphors. writers live for these things, you know!Jennifer Chronicles (jenx67.com)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14420405638287265650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-80626307584867323732009-06-24T19:55:05.498-07:002009-06-24T19:55:05.498-07:00Hi Kat:
That sounds like a fun collection of your...Hi Kat:<br /><br />That sounds like a fun collection of your dad's-- I'm sure "Moonlight Serenade" would be on any such collection. Glad you've liked the series. There'll be more like it in the future!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821243838031243709.post-53069960465833171912009-06-24T18:12:40.894-07:002009-06-24T18:12:40.894-07:00To my untrained ear, the "Moonlight in Vermon...To my untrained ear, the "Moonlight in Vermont" has a bit of a Hawaiian sound to it.<br />My dad bought a Time Life collection of Swing records and "As You Remember Them" compilations. "Moonlight Serenade" is so familiar. Even Kevin started humming it when I turned it on.<br /><br />Sorry this series is ending - it's so entertaining.<br /><br />KatKat Mortensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16877694888419628533noreply@blogger.com