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  • mistermuse 9:41 am on March 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: ancestry, Innisfree, , Irish, , , Yeats   


    There is Irish blood, gift of immigrant flood,
    Coursing through my veins;
    There is no life whole without a stroll
    Down ancestral memory lanes.

    The father of my mother came,
    O’er a century ago,
    From Yeats’ “Terrible Beauty”
    That I one day must know.

    No man can come home again:
    ‘Tis not the days of yore;
    But time can’t still the silent call….
    “I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”

    Then, at last, the moment came,
    And I never felt so free
    As the day I left to travel back
    To my roots across the sea.

    Now I, too, have seen and walked
    The land time can’t forget;
    Now I, too, have known and breathed
    The peace that’s yearning yet.

    And when I die tomorrow,
    I’ll soft-greet eternity —
    For I have been where the spirit’s at rest,
    And I’ll return again….to Innisfree.

    • arekhill1 10:00 am on March 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Nicely wrought, Sr. Muse. Happy Saint Patrick’s Week!


      • mistermuse 1:52 pm on March 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Same to you, Ricardo…. and may ye never run out of Stout all the days of yer life


    • ladysighs 12:24 pm on March 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I read it several times…. more than twice. Gentle and thoughtful poem.


    • mistermuse 1:59 pm on March 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Sure now, and yer a sweet lass fer sayin’ so. As for the poem, guess I’m just a sentimentalist at heart.


      • Michaeline Montezinos 6:52 pm on March 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        I had forgotten you had Irish blood, mistermuse. See my last comment at the last posting of IN THE BEGINNING. I had sent you some greetings for this wonderful holiday of wearing of the green.


    • mistermuse 7:37 pm on March 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Green greetings to you as well, Michaeline. My Irish grandfather was part of the great wave of Irish immigrants to the U.S. (and elsewhere) over a century ago….as exemplified by this George Bernard Shaw quote: “I showed my appreciation of my native land in the usual Irish way by getting out of it as soon as I possibly could.”


    • Michaeline Montezinos 1:28 am on March 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      By the way, your poem today softly touched my heart. It made me wish I could depart and vist my ancestral home. I liked knowing about your grandfather and why he left the Emerald Isle. I wonder why he left such a lovely land.


      • mistermuse 7:42 am on March 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        The story of why millions of Irish left the lovely land of Ireland is a long and sad one, Michaeline, having mostly to do with British oppression, the Great Potato Famine of the mid-1800s (during which many starved to death), and poverty. Although I don’t remember my grandfather talking about it, I’m sure he left Ireland to seek a better life and earn a living.


    • Mélanie 2:28 am on March 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      impressive and emotional – like une declaration d’amour to your roots… which does make sense to me as all the white Americans have European origins and I do believe that identity is very important – even though you’ve been American for several generations… – correct me if I’m wrong, please!

      btw, have you ever been to Ireland?… we love it and the Irish are wonderful folks… there’s a funny joke about WHY the French, the Irish and the Scots have always liked each other and have gotten along for hundreds of years: ’cause we all have the same enemy – the Brits! 🙂


      • Mélanie 2:30 am on March 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        P.S. désolée, I’ve cliked too fast on “post comment”: have a pleasant St-Patrick’s Day! P.S. my only brother-in-law’s name is… Patrick! 🙂


    • mistermuse 8:02 am on March 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Merci, Melanie. Yes. indeed, I’ve been to Ireland, love the country, and still have relatives there that I met during my visit 30+ years ago (and still keep in touch with). Those memories, of course, are the basis of my poem, which I actually wrote years ago and had published in a poetry magazine titled INNISFREE (from Yeats’ poem LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE).


  • mistermuse 10:35 am on January 21, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , conservatives, , , Irish, , , ,   


    In my October 8th post CAN’T GO WRONG WITH WRIGHT, I mentioned several affinities I share with stand-up comedian Steven Wright….such as we both dig Woody Allen and the late George Carlin (1937-2008). I’ve done several posts featuring Woody and/or his films, but nothing by George. Time to stand up for George.

    CARLIN (a Mark Twain Prize winner for American Humor) was probably best known for his comedy routines about taboo subjects such as his famous “seven dirty words you can’t say on television,” but I prefer his political and counterculture satire. He was born in Manhattan of Irish-Catholic parents (an ancestry to which I can relate). When he was two months old, they separated due to his father’s alcoholism (did I mention he was Irish?). George was Catholic, as he said, “until I reached the age of reason.”

    I won’t delve further into his background, as his life and career can be easily checked out on Google if interested. There is also an official website: http://www.georgecarlin.com/
    So, without further ado, let’s get to the good stuff — his humor:

    A lot of times when they catch a guy who killed 27 people, they say, “He was a loner.”  Well, of course, he was a loner; he killed everyone he came in contact with.

    Ever notice that anyone going slower than you is an idiot, but anyone going faster is a maniac?

    Religion has convinced people there’s an invisible man living in the sky, who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of ten specific things he doesn’t want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he will send you to a special place, of burning and fire and smoke and torture and anguish for you to live forever, and suffer and burn and scream until the end of time. But he loves you. He loves you and he needs money.

    Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.

    Environmentalists changed the word jungle to rain forest, because no one would give them money to save a jungle.

    I was surprised when I started getting old. I always thought it was one of those things that would happen to someone else.

    Have you ever wondered why Republicans are so interested in encouraging people to volunteer? It’s because volunteers work for no pay. Republicans have been trying to get people to work for no pay for a long time.

    Weather forecast for tonight: Dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning.

    Once you leave the womb, conservatives don’t care about you until you reach military age. Then you’re just what they’re looking for.

    George Washington’s brother, Lawrence, was the Uncle of Our Country.

    Have you ever noticed that their stuff is shit and your shit is stuff?

    I put a dollar in a change machine. Nothing changed.


    • arekhill1 11:05 am on January 21, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Ah, George! Always thought he was too mean to die, then he up and proved me wrong.

      Liked by 1 person

      • mistermuse 1:08 pm on January 21, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Let’s hope he went up, and not down below. Too bad he was cremated – if he’d chosen burial, I bet he’d have come up with a great one-liner for his headstone.


    • ladysighs 11:21 am on January 21, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Truly my favorite comedienne! I can laugh at his words over and over again. Thanks for the post. 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

    • mistermuse 1:22 pm on January 21, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Pardon my perverted sense of humor, but I never saw him in drag (comedienne?)! Anyway, I appreciate your comment, and I’ll try to be resist such a dig in the future. 🙂


    • mistermuse 2:34 pm on January 21, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      P.S. Click on ladysighs’ blog if you appreciate squirrels. Jan. 21 is their day, and I was considering doing an appropriate post before deciding nut to – make that NOT to….which worked out well because ladysighs went squirrely today and saved me the trouble.


    • Michaeline Montezinos 7:09 pm on January 21, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I am reticent to make a comment, mistermuse, since you have already said Ladysighs “went squirely” today. Otherwise I agree that George Carlin was quite funny in his satire and one of my favorite comedians.


    • mistermuse 8:34 pm on January 21, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Unfortunately, I’m cursed with an aversion to making generic comments or replies. I admit that “customizing” runs a risk of seeming to try too hard to be funny, so maybe I should offer double my funny back to unsatisfied customers. Or I could just say I have the best, most understanding readers in the world, such as yourself, Michaeline (and ladysighs).


    • Don Frankel 5:57 am on January 22, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I saw him in a nightclub once. Very, very funny man. First thing I thought of when I saw his name here was. “Tonight’s forecast dark…”


    • mistermuse 9:02 am on January 22, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      There are a lot of stand-up comedians out there, but in my opinion, few, if any, top Carlin and Steven Wright.


    • tref 2:49 am on July 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Reading all your “George” posts.

      Liked by 1 person

  • mistermuse 12:01 am on March 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Irish, Irish drunk, Irish jokes, Irish proverb, Irish whiskey, , shamrocks,   


    May you always have a clean shirt, a clear conscience, and enough coins in your pocket to buy a pint.  –Irish proverb

    St. Patrick’s Day may still be four days away (including today), but bein’ even one part (1/4th) Irish is enough for me to question squeezing a bottomless pit (not to be confused with a bottomless pint) of Irish blarney into a single day. So don’t be blaming me for expanding the celebration and getting an early start — and may the good Lord forgive the three out me four grandparents who weren’t born in Ireland.


    How did the Irish Jig get started?
    Too much to drink and not enough restrooms.

    A drunk staggers into a Dublin church , enters a confessional and sits down, but says nothing. The Priest coughs to get his attention, but the drunk continues to sit there without a word. Finally, the Priest pounds on the wall three times.
    The drunk mumbles, “Ain’t no use knockin’, there’s no paper on this side either.”

    What’s the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral? One less drunk at the party.

    Pat and Mike have been drinking buddies for years. One day Pat says to Mike, “We’ve been friends for years and, if I die first, would ye do me a favor — get the best bottle of Irish whiskey and pour it over me grave.”
    Mike replies, “I would be glad to do that for ye, old friend, but would ye mind if I pass it through me bladder first?”

    Time out for a cold one. Part two tomorrow.

    • arekhill1 12:40 am on March 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      If it weren’t for whiskey, the Irish would rule the world.


    • mistermuse 8:28 am on March 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Sure and begorrah!


    • Don Frankel 5:13 am on March 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      “May the road rise up to meet you. May the rain fall softly on your fields. And may you be in heaven for a full half hour before the devil knows you’re dead.”

      Muse I claim Irish status due to being a born and bred New Yorker where there are more people of Irish descent than in Dublin and also due to the fact that I once marched in the St. Patrick’s Day Parade. Not to mention the times I peddled balloons at the parade when I was in my Uthe.


    • mistermuse 6:02 am on March 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Don, I was going to use that “May the road rise up….” quote in my Part Two post today, but since you’re Irish too (and since that was just one of many), I forgive ye. Top o’ the mornin’ to ye!


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