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Moonchild
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I am a child of the earth Raised by the stars in the sky Tended by the moon as I sleep Scars of the world clothe me Her wounds rich in history. I am bathed by the tears of the clouds When it rains, the wind howls-in my ears Apocalyptic.... When I cry-the earth soaks up my tears A piece of my soul Turning to dust; And like dust, I rise A storm of stardust On moonstruck madness.. The sky calls out my name at dawn Sparking the sun on my breast.. I am a child of the earth The darkness and the light The truth, the lie Sorrow and joy It's all there in the Pen that I wield. #free verse
Jazz Age Wednesday — Pip & Artie, Aghast at a Ghost
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Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Author Neil Gaiman for Get Caught Reading
May is #GetCaughtReading Month! Chris Graham, the Story Reading Ape himself, and I are together again to support this initiative that promotes the fun of reading for all ages.
Chris and I have collaborated on several short stories that include his character, a genius ape named Artie and my first flapper, Pip. It all started with Time Travel Esc-Ape. Then there was Pip in the Corn Maze, followed by the three-part Pip and Artie Meet Again.
I hope you Get Caught Reading our new story! It is set during the time-line of my upcoming novel A Ghost in the Kitchen. All right then, let’s get a wiggle on and head to the Jazz Age!
Pip and Artie — Aghast at a Ghost
Ghost Stories Magazine circa 1926
“Hello,” I answered the telephone. “Andy, tha―”
“Paisley…
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The big sleep
« Life is a sleep and love is its dream; and you have lived if you have loved. »
« La vie est un sommeil, l’amour en est le rêve, Et vous aurez vécu, si vous avez aimé. »
“Life is a sleep and love is its dream; and you have lived if you have loved.”
« Das Leben ist ein Schlaf, die Liebe ist ein Traum, und du wirst gelebt haben, wenn du geliebt hast. »
Alfred de Musset (1810 – 1857) est un poète et dramaturge français s’inscrivant dans la période romantique. Un temps, il se liera à Georges Sand. En 1845, il sera nommé chevalier de la Légion d’honneur. En 1852, il sera élu à l’Académie française. Il mourra de la tuberculose en 1857. A ses obsèques seront présents : Lamartine, Mérimée, Alfred de Vigny et Théophile Gautier.
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Resolution
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It is often said of me that I am, ‘about as much use as a fart in a thunderstorm’. Most likely there is more than an element of truth in that. In particular, technology is my bette noir hence you find me on a wing and a prayer, hoping against hope that I’ve managed to ‘embed’ this truly beautiful song within this post.
Given that the song in question is that of Zoolon indicates, correctly, that this post is an act of unashamed promotion of ‘one of my own’.
Herewith the ‘Devil’s Kiss’, the title track from his new album, a duet twixt Zoolon and the artist, the lovely Fifi Rong.
If you wish to discover more then visit Zoolon at his WP blog. You’ll find him and his exquisite new album at Zoolon’s ‘Devil’s Kiss
Song for the dead
CHANSON DE FOU
Vous aurez beau crier contre la terre,
La bouche dans le fossé,
Jamais aucun des trépassés
Ne répondra à vos clameurs amères.
Ils sont bien morts, les morts,
Ceux qui firent jadis la campagne féconde ;
Ils font l’immense entassement de morts
Qui pourrissent, aux quatre coins du monde,
Les morts.
Alors
Les champs étaient maîtres des villes
Le même esprit servile
Ployait partout les fronts et les échines,
Et nul encor ne pouvait voir
Dressés, au fond du soir,
Les bras hagards et formidables des machines.
Vous aurez beau crier contre la terre,
La bouche dans le fossé :
Ceux qui jadis étaient les trépassés
Sont aujourd’hui, jusqu’au fond de la terre,
Les morts.
Traduction approximative :
MAD SONG
No matter how much you shout at the ground,
The mouth in the ditch,
Never any of the deceased
Will not respond to your bitter clamor.
The dead are…
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You Can Tell Me
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If you forget me
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All Days must be Mother’s Day
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I lost my mother when I was eighteen years old, and I must confess that from this time, I have found out how worthy she was for my brother and me, though our lifetime together was not so easy.
I miss you, but your love and all you have done for us remain in my heart and mind.
Love to all you friends with your thoughts on your loving mother. ❤ ❤
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