Warm and ColdGouache and oil crayon, 2004
A painting instead of writing for One Single Impression's "warm" prompt.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Warm and cold
Warm and ColdGouache and oil crayon, 2004
A painting instead of writing for One Single Impression's "warm" prompt.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Something you've known all along
There's so much good telephone stuff out there in the music world that I could not even click myself into creative telephone mode for Sunday Scribblings #110. The lyrics of a historical Blondie hit from 1979 follow below. I call it historical because the fundamental situation presented ("I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall") is a historical one. Nowadays we all carry our private phone booths around with ourselves.
I particularly love the cheeky line "I want to tell you something you've known all along" (from which the title of this post derives) – isn't that the gist of many phone conversations?
Here goes (I'm also posting the Youtube video below, which is fun to watch – if only because of Deborah Harry's funny eye and finger work):
Hanging on the Telephone
I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall
I know he's there, but I just had to call
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I heard your mother now she's going out the door
Did she go to work or just go to the store
All those things she said I told you to ignore
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long
If I don't get your call then everything goes wrong
I want to tell you something you've known all along
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I had to interrupt and stop this conversation
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation
I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah oh oh oh run to me
(Written by Jack Lee; from Parallel Lines)
I particularly love the cheeky line "I want to tell you something you've known all along" (from which the title of this post derives) – isn't that the gist of many phone conversations?
Here goes (I'm also posting the Youtube video below, which is fun to watch – if only because of Deborah Harry's funny eye and finger work):
Hanging on the Telephone
I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall
I know he's there, but I just had to call
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I heard your mother now she's going out the door
Did she go to work or just go to the store
All those things she said I told you to ignore
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long
If I don't get your call then everything goes wrong
I want to tell you something you've known all along
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I had to interrupt and stop this conversation
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation
I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah oh oh oh run to me
(Written by Jack Lee; from Parallel Lines)
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Definitely human
A cautious human,
maybe too
cautious at times
Written using today’s three words from 3WW – cautious, human, maybe.
– Leonard Blumfeld
maybe too
cautious at times
Written using today’s three words from 3WW – cautious, human, maybe.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
I’ll wear a mask for you
I’ll wear a mask for you
– Leonard Cohen
I did that for you
and kept the mask on for many days
At first I didn’t know
where my breathing problems came from
It got worse and worse
I was near suffocation most of the time
You were beginning to look at me strangely,
as at someone you didn’t recognize
I went for medical help,
explained the situation
“Is it that black thing you have on?”
the doctor said
“Now why would you wear that?”
“To please her,
and because I know
she wouldn’t like me without.
What should I do?”
“Take it off. The mask is the source
of your problems.”
“But I will lose her. She’ll be terrified.”
“How do you know?
She’s never seen you without.”
I followed doctor’s orders
and removed the mask.
“Who are you?” you said
My new looks did not please you
It wasn’t long before you left me
I went back to the doctor’s office
“Your breathing is much improved,
your face looks quite relaxed.
How come you’re back?”
“She’s gone. She wanted that mask.”
“You must decide what you want.
My guess is that she is not what you want.”
And with those words
my doctor dismissed me and closed the door
– Leonard Blumfeld
Inspired by the Lyrics and Verse Challenge at Poets Who Blog.
– Leonard Cohen
I did that for you
and kept the mask on for many days
At first I didn’t know
where my breathing problems came from
It got worse and worse
I was near suffocation most of the time
You were beginning to look at me strangely,
as at someone you didn’t recognize
I went for medical help,
explained the situation
“Is it that black thing you have on?”
the doctor said
“Now why would you wear that?”
“To please her,
and because I know
she wouldn’t like me without.
What should I do?”
“Take it off. The mask is the source
of your problems.”
“But I will lose her. She’ll be terrified.”
“How do you know?
She’s never seen you without.”
I followed doctor’s orders
and removed the mask.
“Who are you?” you said
My new looks did not please you
It wasn’t long before you left me
I went back to the doctor’s office
“Your breathing is much improved,
your face looks quite relaxed.
How come you’re back?”
“She’s gone. She wanted that mask.”
“You must decide what you want.
My guess is that she is not what you want.”
And with those words
my doctor dismissed me and closed the door
– Leonard Blumfeld
Inspired by the Lyrics and Verse Challenge at Poets Who Blog.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Happy Mirthday
An annotated snapshot from a neighborhood garden for World Laughter Day 2008.“World Laughter Day” was created in 1998 by Dr. Madan Kataria, founder of the worldwide Laughter Yoga movement. The first “World Laughter Day” gathering took place in Mumbai, India, in 1998. Twelve thousand members from local and international laughter clubs joined together in a mega laughter session.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Where should I live?
You Should Live in a Big City |
 You don't want anything in particular out of life... you want it all. You crave new and exciting experiences. And you get bored fairly easily. Only very big cities can keep you entertained and stimulated. |
Looks like I live where I should live!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Still locks
Taken with my new camera, an Olympus E-410, and posted for Wordless Wednesday on Friday because I missed Wednesday.Memoir of a reading arranged by a cowbird
Mr. Cowbird was the hyperactive kahuna of the culture scene in Badenweiler, a small spa in the Black Forest which used to be a nobility hangout in the 19th century. Its claims to glory and fame reside more in the past – it is the site of baths from Roman times, the ruins of which are still around, and the place where Anton Chekhov died in 1904.
Russian poet Vyacheslav Kupriyanov – probably better known in Germany than in his native country or anywhere else – had come to give a reading, which I attended to finally meet him in person. His and mine publisher had told me a lot about him.
The reading drew an immense crowd of about 18. Mr. Cowbird presented the poet with a lot of not so succinct words, making reference to this and that – including Kupriyanov’s more famous compatriot and old ties to Russia – and eventually allowed him to read.
Kupriyanov’s poems, particularly the funny ones and the ones he read in Russian, were received with lots of applause – much better than the prose. I seem to recall that he read an excerpt from his novel “The Wet Manuscript,” which left the audience in a state between puzzled and dazed.
Afterwards, Mr. Cowbird and his secretary led a small flock of die-hards to a Weinstube to celebrate the event with some of the excellent local wine and plenty of self-congratulation by Mr. Cowbird.
What do you do when exposed to the incessant onslaught of such an overwhelming ego? I mostly just sat there and blinked my eyes, as did everyone else.
I ordered red wine. Before the waitress could give it to me when she arrived with her tray, Mr. Cowbird, who had been impatiently awaiting the white wine he had ordered, grabbed the glass off the tray, took a good gulp and went on rambling.
Once, when he had asked Kupriyanov a question and actually let him answer it, Mr. Cowbird looked at his wine glass and said, “Did I order that? That’s pretty bad. I didn’t order that.”
“No, you didn’t. That was mine,” I said.
– L. Blumfeld (© 2008)
Written for Totally Optional Prompts.
Russian poet Vyacheslav Kupriyanov – probably better known in Germany than in his native country or anywhere else – had come to give a reading, which I attended to finally meet him in person. His and mine publisher had told me a lot about him.
The reading drew an immense crowd of about 18. Mr. Cowbird presented the poet with a lot of not so succinct words, making reference to this and that – including Kupriyanov’s more famous compatriot and old ties to Russia – and eventually allowed him to read.
Kupriyanov’s poems, particularly the funny ones and the ones he read in Russian, were received with lots of applause – much better than the prose. I seem to recall that he read an excerpt from his novel “The Wet Manuscript,” which left the audience in a state between puzzled and dazed.
Afterwards, Mr. Cowbird and his secretary led a small flock of die-hards to a Weinstube to celebrate the event with some of the excellent local wine and plenty of self-congratulation by Mr. Cowbird.
What do you do when exposed to the incessant onslaught of such an overwhelming ego? I mostly just sat there and blinked my eyes, as did everyone else.
I ordered red wine. Before the waitress could give it to me when she arrived with her tray, Mr. Cowbird, who had been impatiently awaiting the white wine he had ordered, grabbed the glass off the tray, took a good gulp and went on rambling.
Once, when he had asked Kupriyanov a question and actually let him answer it, Mr. Cowbird looked at his wine glass and said, “Did I order that? That’s pretty bad. I didn’t order that.”
“No, you didn’t. That was mine,” I said.
– L. Blumfeld (© 2008)
Written for Totally Optional Prompts.
The unlucky 26
Discovered today,
the first of May:
Rhymed ballads
of personal doom
filled with hilarious
detail of gloom.
Go visit PJD's The Unlucky Twenty-Six.
the first of May:
Rhymed ballads
of personal doom
filled with hilarious
detail of gloom.
Go visit PJD's The Unlucky Twenty-Six.
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