Well…
I just gotta ask How Many More Times? Man, let’s ROCK! I mean Sirius-ly…
Death, I’m callin’ you out. Right here. Right now. You can’t leave my people alone just for a little while? No? Because…?
Okay.
*shrug*
Then, let’s go.
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How Many More Times?
In Death, Led Zepplin, Loss, Love, Music, Rock on September 29, 2012 at 12:00 pmLord, what Fools these mortals be!
In Love, Shakespeare, The Fool on September 27, 2012 at 11:09 pm
Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand,
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover’s fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
~ Puck, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Act 3, scene 2
The mischievous fairy Puck brings his king Oberon to view a spectacle—what he calls a “fond [foolish] pageant.” Four Athenian lovers, lost in the fairies’ forest, have lately been acting very strangely, and Puck is partly responsible. Where Oberon had hoped to reconcile, with the aid of a love potion, the bickering lovers, Puck applied the potion to the eyelids of the wrong man. Before, Helena had pursued Demetrius, who had pursued Hermia, who was in love with Lysander. Now, because of Puck’s mistake, Lysander pursues Helena, and in the meanwhile Oberon has fixed it so that Demetrius pursues Helena too—the result he originally intended.
All this faery meddling doesn’t prevent Puck from blaming the lovers’ behavior on their own foolishness. As far as he’s concerned, their actions amount merely to a performance put on for the faeries’ enjoyment, while the lovers themselves treat the whole affair with deadly seriousness. Shakespeare’s judgment seems to be that love is a form of madness that prompts the lover to act in very foolish ways, indeed. As Duke Theseus says, lovers, like madmen and poets, are fantasists, “of imagination all compact [composed]” (Act 5, scene 1, 8). Though their fantasies are irrational, however, they are also acts of creation that produce “More than cool reason ever comprehends” (line 6). Theseus doesn’t wholly approve of the frantic delusions of lovers and poets, but the poet Shakespeare is implicitly more tolerant.
Implicitly.
The Dizzy Fool:
Fools in Love
In Groovy, Joe Jackson, Love, Music, The Fool, WDIZ! on September 27, 2012 at 11:09 pmFrom Joe‘s seminal 1979 debut Look Sharp* we’ve got Fools in Love. Good grief.
Once again from the Rockpalast, don’t cha know?
Fools in Love they think they’re heroes, cats and kittens…
* WDIZ! will look at Look Sharp more Sirius-ly in the future.
The Dizzy Fool:
Tonite is a Wonderful Time
In April Wine, Autumn, Canadian, Groovy, Music, Nifty, Rock, Seasons, WDIZ! on September 27, 2012 at 11:08 pm
An all Time and Space favourite fall song of the season here at WDIZ!
April Wine. Stand Back. Tonite is a Wonderful Time…
Red and yellow, seasons changin’ gear, oh yeah… Dig it.
In Uncategorized on September 27, 2012 at 1:40 pm
I just ❤ Sean’s poetry but this one in particular… Hope you like it, too… 💋
Drop the Puck!
In Hockey, Hockey Poetry, Love, NHL, Poetry, Silly, Ugh, Very Bad Poetry, Whimsy, Winter on September 21, 2012 at 10:29 pm
I say, c’mon, already!
What the fuck?
Chop chop!
Let’s drop the puck!
Could we just drop the puck already?
Related links: • CBS Sports • The Washington Post • The Province
Watching the Detectives
In Elvis Costello, Music, Nifty, Poetry, Pulp, Rock, The Attractions, WDIZ! on September 20, 2012 at 11:30 pm
Watching the Detectives is positively exploding with lyrical genius. It appears on Elvis Costello‘s stellar debut album My Aim is True. I believe this to be one of the best first forays of all Time and Space. A fantastique collection of tunes, in and of itself. Every single tune on this album is good. Every. Single. One.
‘The Detectives’ create an authentic pulp atmosphere and ambience with lyrics and musical composition that are at once painful, gritty, biting, exact and captivating… And just downright killer percussion. Killer. The bass. The guitars. Killer. Dig those groovy reggae beats, man. Dig ’em. Jah.
Here live from London’s Lyceum Ballroom it’s vintage Elvis Costello + The Attractions!!!
Steve Nieve on keyboards, Bruce Thomas on bass, Pete Thomas and Terry Williams on drums
Watching the Detectives
Nice girls not one with a defect,
cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct.
Red dogs under illegal legs.
She looks so good that he gets down and begs.
Chorus:
She is watching the detectives.
“ooh, he’s so cute!”
She is watching the detectives
when they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.
They beat him up until the teardrops start,
but he can’t be wounded ’cause he’s got no heart.
Long shot of that jumping sign,
Visible shivers running down my spine.
Cut the baby taking off her clothes.
Close-up of the sign that says,”We never close”
You snatch a tune, you a match a cigarette,
She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
She’s filing her nails while they’re dragging the lake.
[Chorus]
You think you’re alone until you realize you’re in it.
Now fear is here to stay. Love is here for a visit.
They call it instant justice when it’s past the legal limit.
Someone’s scratching at the window. I wonder who is it?
The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents
who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter’s disappearance.
Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay,
it only took my little fingers to blow you away.
Just like watching the detectives.
Don’t get cute!”
It’s just like watching the detectives.
I get so angry when the teardrops start,
but he can’t be wounded ’cause he’s got no heart.
Watching the detectives.
It’s just like watching the detectives.
Dragging the lake!!! Yikes!
Like, are those wicked-good lyrics, or what, baby?! Or what?! I Love this tune so much I could, I dunno, just eat it up? Become a detective? Both? Something! Everything! Nothing?
Gilded Oceans
In Autumn, Love, More Wheat!, Poetry, Prairie, Very Bad Poetry, Wheat, Wheat! Wheat! Wheat!, Wheat-head, Whimsy on September 20, 2012 at 9:22 pm
Gilded waves heave and sigh
On winds that breathe
Since the beginning
Of Time
As far as I can see
Oceans of it dance,
Romance with me
I wade in and swim
Straight into its heart
Gold envelops my soul
Like so much art
Its untold beards
Tickle my skin
Oh, my goodness
Where to begin
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Heart of Gold
In Art, Autumn, Canadian, Love, More Wheat!, Music, Neil Young, Nifty, Prairie, WDIZ!, Wheat, Wheat! Wheat! Wheat!, Wheat-head, Whimsy on September 20, 2012 at 9:10 pm
“Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.”
~ Austin O’Malley
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The Autumnal Equinox is fast upon us. A most excellent occasion. A dreamy Time of harvest and moons and amber waves of grain… of some great tunes…
I call myself a “wheat-head” I Love the stuff so. I mean, it is some kind of gilded beautiful, hey? I can’t adequately impress upon you how spectacular I think fields of wheat and the prairie are. I just can’t. Words won’t suffice, baby.
It’s symbolic of such a great deal of what I feel is intrinsically important to existence: heart, art, the prairie, farmers (the backbone of society, for food is life), literal and figurative seeds, the myths of Demeter and Ceres… the Autumnal Equinox…
It signals a Time for winding down, giving thanks, preparing for Halloween and the big sleep of winter.
Not much makes me feel more autumn, more Canadian, more prairie, more “wheat-head” than this man and this tune. This is a very sweet, intimate performance by a very, very young Neil appearing on the BBC.
From Harvest, the best selling album of 1972 in the United States (Who knew?!), here’s Heart of Gold…
Harvest, Robert Zünd 1860
Dizzy yet? 