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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on October 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , Edith Piaf, , , , October, , , ,   



    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).


    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?


    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.


    If you think
    I take life
    too seriously you

    are either

    a night and
    day younger than
    I am or

    I do.

    • * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

    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.

      Liked by 2 people

    • 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.

      Liked by 1 person

    • 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!


    • 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.


    • 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”….


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


      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. 🙂



    • 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.

      Liked by 1 person

    • 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).


  • mistermuse 8:58 pm on July 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Edith Piaf, , La Vie en Rose, ,   


    It isn’t often that I have more than one inducement to write a post, but today I have four:

    1. In the last paragraph of my June 20 post (DO YOU KNOW THE WAY TO SANTA FE?), I mentioned the name of lyricist MACK DAVID and promised “more on him later” [like maybe on his birthday].

    2. Wikipedia’s post on Mack David has several errors/muddled statements which call for clarification.

    3. Today, July 5, is his birthday.

    4. Today is my unbirthday. This, being the most important of the four, calls for a celebration (lyrics by Mack David):

    As for the rest, Mack David was born July 5, 1912, in NYC. According to Wikipedia, “in the mid-1940s, David began writing songs for New York’s Tin Pan Alley.” But then Wikipedia lists some of his hit songs, including “Rain, Rain, Go Away” (1932) and “I’m Just a Lucky So-and-So” (1939) — an obvious contradiction (he began writing in the early 1930s). There is also a confusing entry that David wrote lyrics for La Vie en Rose, “a French song with lyrics by  Edith Piaf.” In 1950, David wrote English lyrics (not a literal translation) to a mid-1940s French song originally written by Piaf. With David’s lyrics, the song became a hit all over again in America with recordings by Louis Armstrong and others. Her recording was an international best-seller and became her signature song:

    That’s all four now.

    • Joseph Nebus 11:37 pm on July 5, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Ooh, well, hey, happy unbirthday. And thanks for writing this.

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      • Michaeline Montezinos 1:41 am on July 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        I wanted to tell you that the angels all sang a sweet lullaby when you were unborn on your unbirthday, mistermuse. Many happy returns and best wishes so that you may enjoy all that you have today and always.

        “Sto Lat!” this is a song that most Polish people sing at another’s birthday. Basically it means may you have a long and happy life. And may you live 100 years.

        {I am not making this up; it is absolutely true, mistermuse.]


        • mistermuse 6:26 am on July 6, 2015 Permalink

          Well, I hope it’s absolutely true that I live 100 years, Michaeline….and you do the same!


    • arekhill1 6:08 am on July 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I’m only having unbirthdays from here on out, myself.


    • mistermuse 6:29 am on July 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      An excellent plan, Ricardo. I’d try it too, but my wife and daughters insist on celebrating my birthday.


    • Don Frankel 3:29 pm on July 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Happy Unbirthday Muse.

      Edith Piaf was the star crossed lover of Marcel Cerdan middle weight champion of the world who lost his title to Jake LaMotta. You can see him lose it in Raging Bull. He later dies in a plane crash and many associate this song with her grief or remembrance of him.


    • mistermuse 6:15 pm on July 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Don, I remember Marcel Cerdan – I was a big boxing fan as a teenager, and I was 13 when he died in that plane crash. When I was looking up the origin of La Vie en Rose, I found that she had written it in the mid 1940s, before she began her affair with Cerdan in the summer of 1948. However, she did write a song for him titled Hymme a l’amour.

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      • Mél@nie 9:29 am on July 9, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        yes, Sir, all is correct… and Marcel was THE love of her life, even though she had other lovers after his death… j’adore l’hymne à l’amour! ❤

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    • mistermuse 10:32 am on July 9, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Merci! Edith Piaf sang with such passion – how could anyone not love her artistry?


      • Michaeline Montezinos 11:18 pm on July 9, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        I recall my Dad signing cards he gave to my Mom. ” Ego Amo Tu.” I think he meant I Love You ” in Latin. He signed it with big flourishes. That was how he showed his passion for his wife.. I have seen a film of Edith Piaf singing. I didn’t care for her performance. Probably because I didn’t know her story. Then I may have thought she was a wonderful vocalist.


    • mistermuse 5:57 am on July 10, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      It occurs to me that if Piaf had been raised in America and sang those same songs in English, the effect wouldn’t have been the same. Vive la France!


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