#453 Musings Beyond the Bunker (Saturday September 10)
Good morning,
MUSIC
I was listening to a great new song by Portugal. The Man. You know how you hear one song and it reminds you of another? Here’s the song, called “Feel It Still”:
Here’s “Please Mr. Postman,” by the Marvelettes (later covered by the Beatles):
The tempo is different but can you hear the similarities? And if not, they’re still both great songs.
Shades of Milli Vanilli?
POETRY
I recently rediscovered this beautiful poem of inconsolable grief. It conveys feelings of tragic loss and profound pessimism stemming from that loss. That said, in its negativity and tragedy, one can also feel the love, how much is remembered and how much was lost:
Stop All The Clocks
By W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Have a great weekend,
Glenn
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