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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Autumn Leaves, , , , , October, , , ,   

    THE OLD MAN AND THE SEASON 

     

    In the unscheduled post which appeared here on my birthday (October 18th), my youngest daughter let the cat out of the bag — her old dog of a dad had just turned certifiably ancient, though I didn’t feel more than a day older than I did on October 17 as a young pup of 79. More’s the pity. Some say age is only a number….but it goes without saying that October is autumn. Yes, if you look at the calendar, September and November lay claim to autumn as well, but let’s be clear — nobody does autumn as well as October. So this will be a post of poems and quotes about aging and autumn, in that order (age before beauty).

    AGE DEPLORE(s) BEAUTY

    What passed for time
    Before time was invented?
    Before there was time,
    How was time prevented?

    If time had a beginning,
    When did time start?
    When it’s time that time end,
    How will time depart?

    Why are there times
    When time frustrates and vexes….
    And last, why must time
    Do its thing to the sexes?

    THE BIG FIX

    While passing through,
    I noticed that
    this world is too much.
    What big teeth it has.
    What big eyes you need.
    What big talk is heard.
    Speak to me.
    But not big.

    I OF THE BE OLDER

    If you think
    I take life
    too seriously you

    are either

    a night and
    day younger than
    I am or

    I do.

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    I am so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. –L.M. Montgomery

    Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves;
    we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves.
    –Humbert Wolfe

    Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day. –Shira Tamir

    The tints of autumn … a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter frost. –John Greenleaf Whittier

    For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October. –Hal Borland  

    Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower. –Albert Camus

    Spring is too rainy and summer’s too hot;
    fall is soon over and winter is not.
    –Evan Esar

    Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. –George Eliot

    Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying. –Langston Hughes

    Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt. –William Allingham

    NOTE: There have been many recordings of AUTUMN LEAVES over the years; I chose the French chanteuse Edith Piaf’s version because it was originally a 1945 French song titled “Les Feuilles Mortes”  (“The Dead Leaves”), and because October (1963) is the month Edith Piaf died and drifted by the window.

     

     

     

     

     
    • painkills2 1:43 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I searched and searched the internet for just the right Happy Birthday video. Enjoy 🙂

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    • D. Wallace Peach 8:38 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Happy Birthday. Autumn is a wonderful time of year and life. 🙂 Enjoy.

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    • arekhill1 11:18 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      ‘Tis the season of big talk, Sr. Muse, so one of your efforts is well said and particularly well-timed.

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    • mistermuse 11:55 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I can’t wait for the voters to turn the biggest talker into the biggest loser. But of course The Donald hates losers, so rather than admit he lost, he’ll claim (as he’s already doing) that the election was rigged. What a guy!

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    • Don Frankel 10:05 am on October 22, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      The Fix is in Muse. The Fix is in. Nothing we can do about it except squeeze every last drop out of it.
      BTW your daughter did a helluva job there.

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      • mistermuse 11:59 am on October 22, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        All the more “helluva job” when you take into consideration that she has Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, an incurable disease by which physical and/or mental exertion cause extreme fatigue and ‘knock her for a loop’ for several days.

        As for the “Fix is in,” The Donald’s antics would be laughable if they didn’t exacerbate an already over-polarized atmosphere in this country. The immediate aftermath of the election could be very interesting, to say the least.

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    • Mél@nie 11:53 am on October 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      mille merci for Edith Piaf… ❤ here's the most popular version performed by Yves Montand who first recites Jacques Prévert's famous poem:"les feuilles mortes…"

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    • Cynthia Jobin 12:58 pm on October 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Prévert est un poète que j”aime bien…

      “…Et la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment,
      Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit.
      Et la mer efface sur le sable,
      Les pas des amants désunis…”

      merci bien d”avoir présenter ce “video”….

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    • Mark Scheel 7:31 pm on October 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      mistermuse,

      Wonderful tribute–and most educational–by your daughter. And you certainly outdid yourself with the punning poems. Well, that’s your forte. Oh, and yes, belatedly here’s a very happy birthday wish. 🙂

      Mark

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    • mistermuse 10:23 pm on October 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks to all for your comments. May you all age as beautifully as the autumn leaves. 🙂

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    • inesephoto 6:33 pm on October 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Happy belated birthday! I am sure nothing changed two weeks later 🙂
      Love the song Autumn leaves.

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    • mistermuse 12:02 am on October 31, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Just as an aside, the English lyrics for AUTUMN LEAVES (originally a French song) were written by Johnny Mercer, who you no doubt know from his many hit songs such as MOON RIVER, DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES, and BLUES IN THE NIGHT (which gave me the idea for the title of my latest post, BOOS IN THE NIGHT).

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  • mistermuse 10:00 am on September 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Autumn In New York, Autumn Leaves, Early Autumn, , ,   

    EARLY AUTUMN 

    This is the beginning of my favorite time of year here in southwest Ohio. The cloudless, cobalt-blue skies (a cliche, but cobalt-blue is too perfect to sweat over-use) allow the sun to warm the early morning chill into the high-sixties/low-seventies by mid-afternoon; the sugar maples show the first tinges of fall color, as if teasing us with anticipitation of their full splendor to come.  As I walk out the door to retrieve the morning paper from the driveway, the crisp a.m. air is almost too invigorating, and I think this will be another good day to do….just about anything.

    Anything….including work outside. But I worked outside yesterday, and though there is still more work to be done, tomorrow is  another day (and another cliche). Today — this morning, at least — I’m in a pensive mood. A writing mood. There are thoughts to be thought. Passing fancies to be pondered. Words –such as these meanderings — to be writ. Life is good.

    I think of autumn songs I have known — autumn songs like they don’t make ’em like that anymore. Autumn In New York. September Song. Autumn Leaves. September In The Rain. Autumn Serenade. Songs that remain after A Faded Summer Love. Songs with lyrics by the likes of Johnny Mercer, like Early Autumn:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNcRy7PLBSc (vocal by Ella)

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrHGpzbLKec (mellow jazz instrumental)

    If that suited your fancy, we must do this again sometime….like maybe next post; like maybe with another of the above songs, like maybe September Song — because its days dwindle down to a precious few.

     

     

     
    • arekhill1 10:14 am on September 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      We enjoy autumn here in the Golden State (currently the Brown State) as well, Sr. Muse. For us, fall is the same as summer unless you take note of the shorter days, until the first rainstorm arrives from the Gulf of Alaska, usually right around Halloween. Then it’s just like winter.

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    • mistermuse 1:00 pm on September 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks to your comment, here’s a suggestion: change the name of the Golden State to the Golden Brown State. It projects a less-harsh image during the dry season (which seems to be trending toward near-year-round, from what I gather), and may even conjure up wishful thoughts of impending liquid refreshment of that color. If it’s true, as the song says, that wishing will make it so, California could soon be raining beer and experiencing a population explosion not seen since the gold rush, the dust bowl and Hollywood Bowl.

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    • Don Frankel 3:27 pm on September 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I know, I know you thought that would be Sinatra but then I thought just in case you didn’t know where that cliche came from, well it would give you a laugh.

      Best time of year, weather wise here too.

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    • mistermuse 6:21 pm on September 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      You’re right, Don – from you, I expected Sinatra singing AUTUMN IN NEW YORK, but I appreciate the laugh. BTW, a pop song titled TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY came out in 1937, two years before GWTW. Who knew (except mistermusic trivia of the 1920s-30s-40s)?

      Might as well do the Sinatra while I’m at it:

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLFxVernaxM

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 11:05 am on September 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Very entertaining post, mistermuse. I used to enjoy the crisp autumn days walking upon the crunchy leaves in my hometown. The trees were not too spectacular in their color change but their fallen leaves make great piles of fun….until the time came when they were carefully burnt in the street by the city’ s workers or the adult neighbors.

      Now it is the autumn of Florida where each week it gets a bit cooler. Rains tend to fall at night or in the evenings. On Sunday past we endured a full deluge all day. Would you believe the rain is warm since we moved here? We expect that winter will be colder in December and January but nothing like the deep polar freeze we had last time in Ohio. They say it does not snow here, but one never knows what tricks Mother Nature has up her sleeve.

      I like those autumn songs, too, but I guess you can’t rival Frank Sinatra’s many contributtion to songs about Fall in New York and elsewhere on the northeast coast. Thanks for sharing your thoughts! 🙂

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    • mistermuse 12:35 pm on September 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      My pleasure, Michaeline. Enjoy the Florida weather no matter what the season – hopefully the relatively mild winters will make up for the way too hot and humid summers.
      P.S. I hope you don’t mind me playing proofreader and correcting your misspellings that you mentioned.

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 7:53 pm on September 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you, mistermuse for your pleasant comment. Also for correcting my spelling errors. I guess I was typing too fast and did not notice them. I was very tired since my Dave and I had seen our lady doctor, went out for breakfast after and then had to return to her office again. That was not a problem but I did get the pneumonia vaccine there and it made me sleepy. Did you not mention once that your wife would get pheumonia in the winters? Or am I thinking of some other writer? Sorry if it was not your wife. If so, can she have the vaccine?

      Anyway, enjoy your autumn which I do miss this time of year.

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    • mistermuse 8:12 pm on September 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      You must be thinking of some other writer, Michaeline….but don’t be sorry that my wife doesn’t get pneumonia in the winters – I’m sure she’s not sorry!

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