For me, today’s pick was down to two of my most favorite top 10 George Harrison tunes, this one and “Savoy Truffle.” Both of them are simultaneously silly songs and pivotal turning points for George’s life and musical career. Tossing a coin, “Wah-Wah” won out. I know at least a few people in the song…
Category: George Harrison
dVerse — Poetics — “I Had the Craziest Dream”
Shoulda never atechocolate-dipped ghost peppersbefore bed last night. Snuggled, curled, drifting…I had the craziest dream!Me, a mop-topped bug. My mates and I, dressedin slick black suits, up on stagesinging our hearts out. Birds flocked, flapped, screamed.Unreal, we finished and bowedat the waist, smiling. Morning now, awakeI can’t wait to tell my matesNew way to get…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Ten Thousand Blind Mice
Here we are at our second September existing in the time of Covid. The frenzy of the summer months’ – even as they were isolated and restricted — activities are slowing down, and the thoughts and feelings that have been pushed away start crawling back like contrite destroyers. Doubts, fears, anxieties niggle as they worm…
Doodads: Geo, Colbert, and Burton
ABOUT GEO I got a notice that George Harrison’s youtube channel had a new video to watch. I was truly delighted by it (hoping they used only scrub or already-dead trees to create it.) ABOUT COLBERT Before the election in November and through last and this past winter I watched The Late Show…
dVerse — Quadrille 124 — The Art of Dying
When you’re born, your life (past Karma) is like a piece of stringwith knots in it and you’ve got to try, before you die, to undo all the knots: but you tie another twenty trying to get one undone.–George Harrison, from “I, Me, Mine,” pages 180-181, talking about his song, “The Art of Dying.” …
dVerse — Quadrille 120 — My way
My way is sky, silk blue canvas to white fluff and dark currents;sprays of rose herald day, or grey. My way is earth, organic amalgam,coming and going, vehicle for growing. My waymates are this and that, pungent and sweet; I breathe deep. image: “Where Earth Meets Sky,” by Gina Grundemann I am today’s host for…
#FF — Launchpad
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda As a 12-year-old riding in the back seat of the family Chevrolet, she often passed the tallest building in their town. Craning her neck up, she dreamed one day she would work there, considering it the pinnacle of success in her rustic ignorance. Between then and her dream realized was…
