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  • mistermuse 12:02 am on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: blarney, , G. K. Chesterton, , , , Irish wit, , , , , , St. Parick's Day   


    Here it is two days before March 17, and I’m resigning myself to be the Grinch who stole St. Patrick’s Day. Being a writer of (part) Irish heritage — and thus feeling obliged to beget my readers a post to celebrate the occasion — I’ve been roiling me brain to come up with something about Ireland’s fifth-century snake-chaser that isn’t the same old blarney, but I’ve hit a stone wall stouter than those that subdivide the Irish countryside:

    The Stone Walls of Ireland

    Enough already. If St. Patrick thinks I’m going to waste another second of my busy day refraining from raining on his parade, he’s got another think coming. There are plenty of other dead fish in the Irish Sea who merit time in the sun, and though it may raise a stink, I am going to turn this post over to them and say “Bah! Humbug!” to St. Patrick.

    I showed my appreciation of my native land in the usual Irish way by getting out of it as soon as I possibly could. –George Bernard Shaw

    I am allergic to all Irish wit, charm and humor not provided by myself. –Denis Brogan

    Good Lord, what a sight/After all their good Cheer/For people to fight/In the midst of their Beer. –Jonathan Swift (from THE DESCRIPTION OF AN IRISH-FEAST)

    The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
    Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:
    May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair,
    And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year.
    If I asked her master he’d give me a cask a day;
    But she, with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange!
    May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten, and may
    The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange.
    –James Stephens (from RIGHTEOUS ANGER)

    For the Great Gaels of Ireland/Are the men that God made mad,/For all their wars are merry/And all their songs are sad. –G. K. Chesterton

    Other people have a nationality. The Irish and the Jews have a psychosis. –Oscar Wilde

    The actual Irish weather report is really a recording made in 1922, which no one has had occasion to change. –Wilfred Sheed

    I saw a fleet of fishing boats…I flew down, almost touching the craft, and yelled at them, asking if I was on the right [course] to Ireland. They just stared. Maybe they didn’t hear me. Maybe I didn’t hear them. Or maybe they thought I was just a crazy fool. An hour later I saw land. –Charles Lindbergh (2nd day of first solo transatlantic flight, 5/21/1927)


    • BroadBlogs 12:47 am on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Love St. Patty’s Day! (My grandpa’s birthday). Happy day to you.

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    • arekhill1 1:58 am on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      As an Irishman whose beloved is a Jew, I feel alarmed by Wilde’s observation, made here in your post.

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      • mistermuse 8:03 am on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Well, Ricardo, at least you have the right to drown your troubles in a brew or two (or more). I leave it to you how to relieve your beloved’s psychosis.


    • Don Frankel 6:50 am on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      They most probably thought Lindbergh was a Brit that’s why they didn’t answer him. But I remember not so long ago marching in the St. Patrick’s Day parade in New York. The sun was out and the temperature reached into the 60’s. It was a great day for the Irish and anyone else who happened to be about.

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    • mistermuse 8:21 am on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Don, back in 1927, those simple Irish fishermen may have never seen an airplane before. It’s a wonder that didn’t jump overboard at the sight and sound of Lindbergh and his big metal bird coming down at them from out of the blue.

      Happy snowy St. Patrick’s Day there in NYC (though I hear you didn’t get the foot of the white stuff yesterday that was expected).


    • Garfield Hug 8:44 am on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Happy St Patty’s Day. Smile Mistermuse ha ha😊

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      • mistermuse 11:58 am on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Likewise, me bonnie lassie….and watch out that your orange pet Garfield doesn’t celebrate by drinking too much green beer and maybe spilling it all over his fur — the colors might clash.

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    • Don Frankel 9:51 am on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Muse we got about 4 inches and they didn’t even try to tell us it was 12 inches. Lately snow fall accumulations reported by weathermen seem to be like guys talking abut there you know what’s. Not quite as advertised.

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    • Carmen 10:18 am on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Kudos to the Irish descendant
      Whose muses are comment dependent.
      His genius, you see, is apparent to me –
      And all other “Observation Post” attendants.

      Happy St. Patty’s Day MisterMuse!!

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    • mistermuse 12:20 pm on March 15, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      What can I say —
      You made me day.
      No way did I know it —
      That you’re such a poet.
      With envy I’m green —
      Such talent I’ve not seen
      Since Dickenson and Browning
      And I’m not just clowning….
      Well, maybe a bit —
      But I must show I’m a (nit)wit.

      Have a Happy yourself, dear lady! 🙂


    • linnetmoss 7:52 am on March 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      You made me chuckle with your dead fish. And reminded me that it’s time to buy some Guinness. No green beer for me!

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    • mistermuse 9:07 am on March 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      I think Guinness owes me a commission, but I won’t press the issue because they might pay me in dead fish. No matter — your chuckle is reward enough. 🙂


    • In My Cluttered Attic 3:17 pm on March 17, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      And a happy St. Paddy’s Day to you mistermuse. :O)

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    • RMW 7:31 pm on March 19, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      I signed up for a photography tour of Ireland for this summer but it was canceled due to lack of interest. Whaaaaaat???? I am so bummed…..

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      • mistermuse 8:40 pm on March 19, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        I would be bummed too. The tour company must not have promoted the tour very well. I can’t imagine a lack of interest in such a tour if enough people knew about it!


  • mistermuse 12:04 am on October 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: black and white, G. K. Chesterton, , , , , ,   


    Words should be only the clothes, carefully custom-made to fit the thought. –Jules Renard

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    With the above in mind, I have tailored the following titles to fit a dozen poems fashioned to stir your imagination. WARNING: These poems may drive you stir crazy; do not take too literally.













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

    #The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
    –G. K. Chesterton

    *In coming up with this title, I thought about this Johnny Mercer song:



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    • José Luis Bárcenas 5:51 am on October 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      • mistermuse 6:16 am on October 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Sorry, but I still don’t see LIKES. Unfortunately, between the language barrier and my lack of computer skills, I can’t devote further time to pursuing this.


    • arekhill1 12:35 pm on October 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I hope you keep your poetic license on you at all times, Sr. Muse. The Pun Patrol is out there gunning for you. They know you’re a repeat offender.

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      • mistermuse 7:23 pm on October 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        If I’m caught, I’ll simply welcome the gendarmes while throwing myself at their merci. Vive la France! 😦


    • Cynthia Jobin 1:12 pm on October 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I disagree with Renard. Words are not just the clothes of thought; if they were, you could take the clothes off and the thought would still be there. Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed taking in the golden syrup of Ella’s audio. 🙂

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      • mistermuse 6:10 pm on October 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        You can never go wrong with Ella, which is one reason I included it in this post, which I don’t include among my better ones.

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 2:50 pm on October 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      clever and witty poem, mistermuse

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      • mistermuse 6:07 pm on October 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, M. This post was more hastily put together than my norm, so if it came out half-way ‘decent,’ I can’t complain.

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    • Mark Scheel 2:41 pm on October 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Titles, titles everywhere, but where are the poems? (Well, the titles do make a poem! Yeah!) LOL

      Finally, here’s what I posted on The Grant Journal in reply to your comment. Hope it helps clarify????

      Hi mistermuse,

      Woops! Now hold on, partner. I deeply appreciate any and all comments and, indeed, I do reciprocate, both answering comments and also commenting myself on fellow bloggers’ posts. But, muse, you ain’t posted nuthin’ here in a long time. Come on, man. I had no idea you were still posting anywhere, or where to find you. I asked Richard Cahill here awhile back and he said you weren’t posting here anymore. So I let it go. Now, experimenting around today I did discover a link to what I believe is your own blog site? I’ll check it out and see what’s what there. But, I’d strongly urge you, if posting somewhere else, paste in your stuff here also and I assure you I’ll comment freely! Ha. Yeah, I’m busy, but that’s not it–it’s just a case of not knowing.

      Okay, let’s see if I can find you. 🙂

      Have a good one,


      As you see, I found you, but had to do a lot of surfing around, signing in, etc. Now post some of this back on Grant’s Journal–really, you’re needed there. And I’ll follow you like a faithful doggie! 🙂

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    • mistermuse 4:53 pm on October 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for the clarification, Mark.

      Having already posted my answer to the above on your blog, I will only add that I have all I can do to stay on schedule (every 5 days) with my own blog, much less worrying about posting on Grant’s Journal.

      Take care.


    • Don Frankel 4:46 pm on October 7, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      The Muse finger writes and then muses on. Just a thought for a poem in the future.

      I’ve been working on something for the last few days and I just realized I haven’t been here or the other place.


      • mistermuse 9:00 pm on October 7, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I’ve been very busy myself lately, Don — so much so that I haven’t been able to devote as much time as I’d like to my writing and commenting. But I guess it’s better to wear out than to rust out, as the old saying (I think) goes.


    • BroadBlogs 8:17 pm on October 7, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Clever with words! You should write a book.

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    • mistermuse 8:49 pm on October 7, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Actually, I did, years ago — it’s titled SEX SCELLS. If interested, let me know and I’ll send you a free copy (paperback). If you like it, you can reimburse my postage (let’s say $1) if you choose, but in any case, it’s yours to keep (or dispose of).


    • inesephoto 9:37 am on October 13, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Very, very inspiring!

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    • eths 1:02 am on October 16, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      G. K. Chasterton quote – How true!

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    • mistermuse 7:24 am on October 16, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I agree. Here’s another quote you might like: “We are only as good as the way we treat each other.” Who am I quoting? Myself! 🙂


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