Closure

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new
In city and in forest, they smiled like me and you
But now it's come to distances and both of us must try

Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

Who Knows Where The Time Goes?

Sandy Denny (6 January 1947 – 21 April 1978)

Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time

For who knows how my love grows?
Who knows where the time grows?

Dignity, Part III - Finale

Eric Anderson is another one of those brilliant singer-songwriters of the 60's. This decade remains the pinnacle of creative output of the American/British folk tradition. I could name them all, their great songs, and probably have in the 10 years of this blog, but this post is about Eric Anderson and in particular one of his songs that except for Dylan's body of work, sits right atop that entire sphere of artistic expression. My third and final post on Dignity.

The Softer Side Of Dignity

Dignity Lesson #1 - Don't listen to songs on the radio.

I first heard this song during my coming of age years of the 1960's in my home town of Detroit, Michigan. In those days, I would go to bed with a transistor radio next to my pillow, listening to new music out of Great Britain (aka The British Invasion) from WBZ in Boston, music that had not yet made it to the Motown-laden airwaves of Detroit. If ever a song would set a romantic path for the rest of my life, it was this one. What makes it such a remarkable piece of music is how that same sense of longing that I felt on listening to it for the first time on that anonymous night in a long forgotten 1960's Michigan, can be revisited, appreciated, and even felt, 47 years later on some soon to be forgotten summer's night in the Arizona desert, circa 2014.

Dignity

"I will never, ever give a woman my dignity. When a woman is taking advantage of my kindness, when she is taking me for granted, when she thinks that her mere presence is enough for me, I will walk away. Absolutely no woman can treat me in any other way than I believe I should be treated. No matter where I am in life, no matter whom I’m with, dignity will be a part of my spirit, until the very end."

It Doesn't Get Better Than This

Invisible

Gravity; Consciousness; Future/Past; Memories; Atoms; Light; Electricity; All But 5 Galaxies; Radio Waves; All We Don't Know; The Point Of This; The Point Of Anything.

We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know.

W. H. Auden

On another birthday, come and gone

If You Want To Be Awe Inspired

To Be The Father Of Growing Daughters

“To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase 'terrible beauty.' Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it's a solid lesson in the limitations of self to realize that your heart is running around inside someone else's body. It also makes me quite astonishingly calm at the thought of death: I know whom I would die to protect and I also understand that nobody but a lugubrious serf can possibly wish for a father who never goes away.”

― Christopher Hitchens (1949-2011)