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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , autumn, covered bridge, , , Maxwell Anderson, Never In A Million Years, , Once upon a time, , ,   

    HAIKU AUTUMN \ AFTERWORDS 

    SHORTFALL

    The days early down….
    winter nears by degrees….no
    wonder….November

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    BELITTLE SHORT DAYS? NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS

    Oh the days dwindle down/To a precious few…./September…./November….
    And these few precious days/I’ll spend with you/These precious days/I’ll spend with
    you
    –Maxwell Anderson, lyricist

    ….and they lived….happily ever after….once upon a time….once in every lifetime….

    bridge-of-dreams-near-danville-oh

     

     

     

     

     

     
    • scifihammy 4:21 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Not heard this song before – nice one 🙂
      And a very interesting bridge photo 🙂

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    • mistermuse 5:20 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      The sign on the bridge says “Bridge of Dreams” — here is how it came by that name:

      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridge_of_Dreams

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    • Cynthia Jobin 10:30 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I really enjoyed the subtleties in your haiku. In fact, everything about this post is a delight, in a wistful sort of way….Alice Faye, of course, and then the tendency of a bridge of dreams to become a bridge of sighs….

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      • mistermuse 11:23 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Cynthia — I can think of no more appropriate choice of words than “subtleties” and “wistful”….and “bridge of sighs” reminds me of a wonderful film titled A LITTLE ROMANCE in which the Bridge of Sighs in Venice plays a vital role. Here’s the trailer for the film:

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    • Cynthia Jobin 11:30 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Sometimes “a little romance is everything”…..indeed.

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    • D. Wallace Peach 1:31 pm on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      A beautiful post. Very serene. 🙂

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    • Mark Scheel 1:37 pm on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Lately, having succumbed to a severe bout of the flu, I’ve been contemplating death. The song “The Autumn Leaves” keeps running through my head and I hear the implications in a much different way now. Your haiku reinforces that. Have you ever toured, really, the bridges of Madison County? Anyway, all covered bridges are special and beautiful.

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      • mistermuse 3:46 pm on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I have indeed toured the bridges of Madison County — long ago, before the book and movie even came out (if I recall correctly). I especially remember a man on a rainy Iowa morning going out of his way to get in his pickup truck and lead us to one of the bridges when I asked for directions. Friendly folks, those Iowans!
        And, Mark, while we may not agree on politics, we certainly agree that “all covered bridges are special and beautiful” — I should know: I’ve photographed over 500 of them in the U.S., Canada and Europe.

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    • Don Frankel 8:09 am on November 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      It used to seem like a long long time from May to December but not so much now.

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    • mistermuse 9:55 am on November 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Don, “That long long time” (May to December) has been replaced by the time from the Democratic & Republican primaries to election day — and now, given the intransigent animosity that has developed, it looks like it won’t even end on election day, no matter who wins.

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    • Don Frankel 6:40 pm on November 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Muse, my theory is everyone should vote on July 4. Because I think that most everyone makes their minds up during the Primary process and the rest is all show biz.

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    • mistermuse 7:15 pm on November 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Good idea, Don. Not only would voting on Independence Day free us from four more months of insufferable political posturing, but it would give the winner four extra months to put together the best possible administration and time to try to work on mending fences with the opposition (if such a thing is possible).

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    • inesephoto 5:42 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Love your ‘no wonder November’!

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    • mistermuse 8:01 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you. I don’t write many haikus — probably because I struck gold with that one and haven’t had such luck since!

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  • mistermuse 12:01 am on October 25, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , autumn, , comedy of manners, , , , loneliness, , , THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST, trust, ,   

    THE IMPORTANCE OF QUOTING ERNEST 

    Did you fathom that the title of my last post (THE OLD MAN AND THE SEASON) was a play on Ernest Hemingway’s last completed novel, THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA? Because that post was about aging and autumn, perhaps I was remiss in not including a Hemingway quote (such as the first one below) among those I gathered for the occasion.

    This post will attempt to make up for that shortfall with a selection of Hemingway quotes, starting with this autumn-appropriate eulogy he wrote for a friend:

    Best of all he loved the fall/the leaves yellow on cottonwoods/leaves floating on trout streams/and above the hills/the high blue windless skies./Now he will be part of them forever.

    For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.

    The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

    There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. 

    When you go to war as a boy, you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed, not you… Then, when you are badly wounded, you lose that illusion, and you know it can happen to you.

    In modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

    True nobility is being superior to your former self.

    No weapon has ever settled a moral problem. 

    Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.

    There is no lonelier man, except the suicide, than that man who has lived with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other, there can be no happy end to it.

    But hold on — happy or not, this isn’t the end. The title of this post is another play on words, this being Oscar Wilde’s peerless comedy of manners titled THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST….a parody of Victorian age social standing previewed in this trailer for the 1952 film (not to be confused with the inferior 2002 remake) of the Wilde play:

    Now (as the movie says when it’s over) this is THE END

     
    • linnetmoss 7:15 am on October 25, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Ah, Michael Redgrave! What a great cast this version has. Thanks for the trailer 🙂

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    • mistermuse 7:34 am on October 25, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Great cast, great movie. Just seeing the trailer makes me want to watch the whole film again!

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    • arekhill1 9:59 am on October 25, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      While I am not sufficiently versed in Hemingway, not having read any since my extreme youth, the competitors in the Bad Hemingway Contest have always had my respect: http://articles.latimes.com/1987-04-09/news/vw-142_1_bright-boy

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    • Don Frankel 11:18 am on October 25, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Great stuff Muse. And, I got the reference to the the Old Man and The Season. But a slight correction on that. The Old Man and The Sea was the last novel Hemingway wrote while he was alive. He wrote a whole bunch of novels after he was dead. None of them were any good. But let’s cut Papa a little slack as it must be tough writing when you’re dead. I mean it’s hard enough when you’re alive.

      In case people reading this don’t understand, his last wife Mary, kept finding manuscripts in the attic that Papa had never published. Either he didn’t publish them because they weren’t very good or the people who wrote them using his name weren’t very good. Take your pick.

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      • mistermuse 11:52 am on October 25, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I agree that it must be tough writing when you’re dead, Don — for one thing, you get terribly stiff, and it has to be hard to type with stiff fingers. The light can’t be too good six feet under, either. But at least he didn’t need no ghost writer, because he was one himself.

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        • Don Frankel 4:23 pm on October 27, 2016 Permalink

          Great one Muse. He was his own Ghost Writer.

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    • mistermuse 5:52 pm on October 25, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Singielka, thank you for your “Like” — this is just to let you know that I tried to submit a comment on one of your blog posts, but it didn’t go through (something about an insecure connection). Sorry.

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      • Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, MCC, SCAC 2:40 pm on December 9, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        How lovely of you to attempt to follow up, and to comment that you did so. I get a more than a few folks whose online presence is impossible to access or locate – but I lack the time to leave them each a comment once I’ve tried and failed. I’m impressed.

        xx,
        mgh

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    • Cynthia Jobin 10:06 pm on October 25, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I’ve never cared for Ernest Hemingway’s works and it was a suffering to have to put up with them when they were assigned in English classes. Oscar Wilde, on the other hand, is a real favorite of mine. I loved reading The Importance of Being Earnest, and was part of a group that performed the original stage play in college….what great lines! Very interesting, the trailer you show here; I never happened to see “Earnest” as a movie. It seems it is a perennial.

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    • mistermuse 7:59 am on October 26, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I also love the Wilde wit (wild wit too, for that matter) — unfortunately, each succeeding younger generation seems less connected to an appreciation of such wordly delights….and “more’s the pity” (to repeat a phrase I used in my last post). BTW, I now find that the 1952 & 2002 films aren’t the only versions of the play; there was a 1986 remake as well. I think all three can be viewed online in their entirety.

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    • Sarita 7:56 pm on October 27, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      • mistermuse 10:09 pm on October 27, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I’m not sure what you mean. If you mean why don’t I click Like, I don’t see where I can click Like on your posts. Apparently your internet connection is incompatible with mine. In any case, I do not have sufficient computer expertise to know what to do about it. Sorry.

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    • Mél@nie 7:38 am on October 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      EXCELLENT post, Monsieur Muse… I always love your puns & intellectual “blendings”… 🙂

      I love Oscar Wilde’s works – he is one of the titans of world’s literature, and you certainly know he passed-away in Paris – his “chosen” city…(I saw his tomb in Père Lachaise cemetery) btw, he’s still present in Paris these days: 🙂
      http://www.rtl.fr/culture/arts-spectacles/oscar-wilde-l-impertinent-absolu-est-a-decouvrir-au-petit-palais-7785456107

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      speakin’ of “papa Hemingway”, he’s been one of my favourite-US writers since high-school… I visited his villa in Key West a few years ago… you may have read my blog-post:
      https://myvirtualplayground.wordpress.com/2015/01/20/ernesto-mi-amor/

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      • Mél@nie 7:40 am on October 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        P.S. désolée, but I forgot WP does NOT accept 2 links in the same comment… 🙂 that’s why, my comment is awaiting moderation… 🙂

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      • mistermuse 11:34 am on October 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I knew Wilde died in Paris, but your link filled in details I did not know. Merci!

        P.S. I do recall reading your Key West post & recommend your 2nd link to those who haven’t.

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    • D. Wallace Peach 6:52 pm on October 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Hemingway has some great quotes. Bleeding on the typewriter is a favorite as well as the one about trust. Oh, and the eulogy is beautiful. And the one about no happy end to love. And….

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      • mistermuse 12:21 am on October 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I agree. I would add the one about being superior to your former self. Sorry to interject politics into this, but could there be a clearer example of not being superior to your former self (i.e. not growing as a human being) than the Republican candidate for President of the U.S.?

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    • Mark Scheel 5:09 pm on October 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      mistermuse,

      The typewriter and bleeding–or some version of it–is more likely from Red Smith, the great sports writer. Although many have been credited with some variation. Yeah, I got the first Hemingway word play. He was one of my favorite authors early on and I studied his work endlessly–even into grad school. The comments on being dead and writing–were you aware that there’s a fellow who channels Hemingway and did a book on the conversations? It’s utterly fascinating–if it isn’t Hemingway’s ghost talking, it’s a remarkable imitation! Well, I won’t comment on the Trump allusions, just let the renewed e-mail discoveries and coming Wiki-Leaks dumps lead where they may! LOL

      Good post, muse!

      Mark

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    • mistermuse 5:50 pm on October 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      No, I wasn’t aware of the fellow who channels Hemingway — he must be English (if you think that pun was bad, wait till you see my next post). 🙂

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    • Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, MCC, SCAC 2:48 pm on December 9, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Clever title. Wilde was a childhood favorite, but I never really warmed up to Hemingway. For me, a small book of quotes is about all I can get through where he is concerned – so thanks for yours.

      The comments on this post were fun to read too – and I love your theme (blog look) – which one is it?
      xx,
      mgh
      (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
      – ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
      “It takes a village to educate a world!”

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    • mistermuse 5:36 pm on December 9, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks. I try to respond to comments with ‘in kind’ (as opposed to generic) replies, as I feel that anyone who takes the trouble to read what I have to say and to comment specifically (as opposed to generically) deserves a thoughtful reply.

      As for Hemingway, I think he captures the meaning of inspiration perfectly with the quote that ends “Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.”

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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , autumn, , , , , , 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, Autumn In New York, , 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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