…a wee contemplative post for yeez… click on the clip and listen while yeez read…
…the beautiful truth that has resonated with this ol’ Jurassic for quite some time now, is that the next perfect person I meet will be the first one… oh, sure, like most of us, I’ve had my pinnacle moments… yeez know the kind… those delicious passages of time when yeez want to carve them out and keep them forever, they feel so good… selective mem’ry on the other hand, often deletes the nadirs… the occasions when yeez have f**ked up royally… and realise all too late the sagacity of the writing of Omar Khayyam,
‘The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it…’
…as yeez might surmise, I’ve been indulging a bit of poetry-delving over the last day or two, and re-discovering to my delight how it can trigger mental indulgence such as this… contemplating my literary navel, p’raps, but an enjoyable indulgence, much to be recommended, Lads and Lassies of Blog Land… as for the video clip that kicks off this piece, apart from the magical vocal quality of Judy Collins, the WURDS are magnificent…
…I wonder how many of yeez yearn for songs and music of a time not so very long ago, when yeez could make sense of the lyrics?… Frank Sinatra, Andy Williams, Perry Como, Ella Fitzgerald, all carried messages in their music if yeez cared to listen to them… and many carried the same theme as ’Send in the Clowns’… the ecstasy/torture of ‘being in LUV’… the unrequited reaching for stuff yeez couldn’t get… galores of career faux pas… opportunities missed… friendships prejudiced from mutual misunderstandings… and yet… and yet, Mabel… we all seem to have survived thus far… having spells of being geniuses and nutters in equal measure… so, where are the clowns?… don’t WURRY, they’re here…and I’m one of them, thankfully… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!…
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My grandfather took old Omar to Burma with him, my mother gave me his copy when I was a teenager. I’ve carried the little book in my handbag ever since, right up till this year when it became too fragile..not it stays home and I have the Kindle vrsion on my phone. Not quite the same, but still…
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…now, I wonder why that comes as no surprise to me, m’Lady, Sue? ..mwaaah:)
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Mwaaah back, Seumas 🙂
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And glad you are Seumas 🙂
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..as i’m glad re all of you, that man, Patrick 🙂
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I love those poems. I also love that song. I was looking at the picture of the clown.. If I’m not mistaken, that’s the famous Emmit Kelly of the Ringling Bros. Barnum and Bailey Circus in the U.S. I saw him perform with them when I was a small child, and my parents took me to the circus in Akron, Ohio. As for your being a clown, Seumas, we all are at differnet times of our lives. Like you, we just have to have a sense of humor and be able to laugh at ourselve, at our mistakes. :).
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..I think that photograph encapsulates so much feeling…. the eternal sadness of the clown, with the ability to make every one else laugh except often himself… Robin Williams being the best example ..:)
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This is a reflective, poetic side of you Seumas. Luv it!
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…och.. we all have our wee moments, Laurie ! :):)
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