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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on March 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    IT MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING 

    In the spring, a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. –Tennyson

    As I write this on the eve (March 19) of posting it on the first day of spring, it might as well be spring because, as a once-upon-a-time young man, I’ve been turning to thoughts of love since I discovered it many springs ago….then I discovered that I hadn’t discovered it, but by then, it was too late to undiscover it. Or something along those lines. Love can be so confusing.

    Anyway, like spring itself this year in Ohio, I’m getting a head start. I need time to gather spring songs for this post, an idea which arose out of my time songs post on March 10. But there seem to be even more love(ly) songs with “spring” in the title than with “time” in the title– so many, in fact, that it’s going to be hard to limit my spring song list to fewer than I’d love to share. But at least the title of this post suggests where to start:

    For song #2, how about two for the price of one — both “spring” and “time” in one title:

    Next, a long-forgotten spring song that’s a particular favorite of mine because its lyrics (by George Marion Jr.) are a marriage of exquisite simplicity and sophistication:

    Wouldn’t you know it? Suddenly, the weather is turning colder. Now it looks like….

    Well, it could be worse. If you live in the southern hemisphere, spring will not arrive for six more months. Fancy that! Fie on thoughts of love so late 😦 — why should those ‘down under’ wait?

    Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
    Old Time is still a-flying;
    And this same flower that smiles today
    Tomorrow will be dying.

    Then be not coy, but use your time.
    And while ye may, go marry;
    For having lost but once your prime,
    You may forever tarry.

    –Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

    Carpe diem.

     
    • linnetmoss 6:37 am on March 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Great post! I love Mandy Patinkin’s body language when he’s singing. And what an amazing tenor voice. Your title made me think of the Rodgers and Hart song “Spring is Here,” with very sad, very “Lorenz” lyrics…

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    • carmen 6:57 am on March 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      You should have been here, mister muse.

      This morning (early) on CBC, Vera Lynn’s “We’ll Meet Again” was played. . .I thought of you right away! 😉

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    • Don Frankel 9:22 am on March 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Of course Muse, no rendition of Spring songs would be complete without…

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    • mistermuse 10:05 am on March 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Don, you old romantic: just as I suspected, you’re a rank sentimentalist (as Claude Rains said to Humphrey Bogart in CASABLANCA). 🙂

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    • arekhill1 3:19 pm on March 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Springtime For Hitler occurred to me immediately, but not immediately enough, apparently, to avoid being beaten out posting it here. ‘Twas Sir Don that seized the carp.

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    • mistermuse 4:36 pm on March 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Never let it be said that I don’t give credit where credit is due, so you are a rank sentimentalist, as well, Ricardo.

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    • BroadBlogs 6:48 pm on March 22, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Welcome Spring!!!!!!

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    • mistermuse 10:35 pm on March 22, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Spring has sprung
      The grass has riz
      I wonder where my gas can
      For the lawn mower is.

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    • Mél@nie 6:20 am on March 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Herrick’s poem has reminded me of his French contemporary “pal” Pierre de Ronsard:”Cueillez dès aujourd’hui les roses de la vie.” – ”Pick up the roses of life this very day.“ – in other words: memento mori, carpe diem & gaudeamus igitur! = remember you’ll die, live now(this very day) and therefore, let’s enjoy it! 🙂

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    • mistermuse 10:20 am on March 23, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Enjoy it, indeed (while not forgetting the many to whom fate has given thorns without roses).

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      • Mél@nie 3:39 am on March 27, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        you’re right, Sir… wish you: health, courage, serenity and hope… respectful regards, MNB

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  • mistermuse 2:54 pm on March 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Albert Fish, beards, , Clyde Barrow, dead humor, dead poets, , humorous books, Longfellow, New York bad guys, Tennyson, , William "Boss" Tweed,   

    BOOKS I CAN RECOMMEND WITHOUT READING (PART TWO) 

    THE UPSIDE OF UNDERTAKING — These “hilarious stories of the dead and living that will keep you laughing for hours” include “a humorous account of a day with a mortician.” This book could obviously lighten up your day, especially if you have a fatal disease and want something to look forward to a.d. …. which leads to moi’s next selection.

    100 THINGS TO DO WHEN YOU’RE DEAD — Offers “100 useful, productive and money-saving ideas for how your body could be put to use after you’ve spent your last breath.” No doubt there are people who will want to save money when they’re dead, especially if planning to have their body shipped to Cabo or Antigua instead of Purgatory for the duration, but I know of no religion that offers that choice …. unless it’s Catholic, now that Pope (“Who am I to judge?”) Francis is in charge. No doubt the Vatican Travel Bureau is conclaving some money-saving travel deals behind closed doors even as we speak.

    JERKS IN NEW YORK HISTORY: SPEAKING ILL OF THE DEAD — “Features 15 short profiles of notorious bad guys, misunderstood thinkers and other antiheroes from the history of the Empire State,” from “Boss” Tweed to Albert Fish …. presumably including Brooklyn-born bank robber Willie (“Because that’s where the money is”) Sutton. As it happens, another notorious bank robber, Clyde (“Bonnie and Clyde”) Barrow, was born on this day, March 24, though not in New York. Though the Big Apple can’t claim all the bad apples, at least Fish didn’t get away.

    POETS RANKED BY BEARD WEIGHT — “See how Whitman’s beard stacks up against Browning’s, Longfellow’s and Tennyson’s.” Longfellow’s would seem a safe bet, but perhaps length doesn’t equate with weight. Emily Dickenson lived such a reclusive life that no one knows how her’s stacks up.  And let us not forget living beards like that of yours truly — if he refuses to lose his and mistermuse’s chooses, it has miles to grow before he sleeps. His wife says it’ll be a snowy evening in hell before that happens.

     
    • Don Frankel 3:35 am on March 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Tweed did leave us Tweed’s Courthouse which is very beautiful. That’s not the one you see in the movies though. The one they always use is Surrogate’s Court which is right across the street.

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    • mistermuse 7:21 am on March 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks, Don – I wonder why they don’t use Tweed’s Courthouse in the movies?
      Did you know that (according to Wikipedia) Willie Sutton denied ever saying “Because that’s where the money is,” claiming a reporter made it up….though Sutton doesn’t deny he would’ve said it if he’d thought of it.

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