Helen Espinosa’s theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is missing someone you love. The person I miss the most is the little boy my son used to be. The little boy who kept every sparkly rock he found because it was “special”. The little boy who crawled underneath a big cardboard box, pretending it was his shell and he was a pet turtle named Secret. The little boy who used to write his mother checks for a million dollars so she’d be rich.
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Song Lyric Sunday
Helen Espinosa’s theme this week for Song Lyric Sunday is Your Favorite Song Featured in a Movie.
This was tough because I love musicals — America’s only contribution to theatrical genres. I could choose from hundreds, thousands of extraordinary songs. Inspirational?
Cosmic Photo Challenge
K’lee selected this week’s Dale and K’lee’s Cosmic Photo Challenge theme: Five Ways to Friday. The way I understand it, “Friday” is a verb in this title. (Ugh. But that’s just one writer’s opinion.) Dale’s entry is here.
“I don’t Friday myself, and I can’t afford to make other people Friday.” Ebenezer Suegg #sorrynotsorry
NOT MY PHOTO OF ISTANBUL:
Cosmic Photo Challenge
Another chance to get fancy for the Cosmic Photo Challenge! This week, Dale chose Water for the theme. Stop by his site or K’lee’s to find out how to play.
#CosPhoChal
Song Lyric Sunday
Helen Espinosa’s Song Lyric Sunday theme this week is either protest songs or songs about “surviving this crazy thing called life.”
Before the British Invasion of bubble gummer rock, Folk music in America was hitting a more mature stride than The Four Preps and The Lettermen hit with their College Pop music style. Harking back to the social commentary of Woody Guthrie’s time, Bob Dylan and others — many others — tapped into America’s growing unrest toward the Vietnam War, racism, and the Civil Rights movement. He and the many others helped wake us up and motivate us to break out of that Dark Age.
Today, this song seems just as relevant as it was in 1964, like most of Dylan’s music seems to be. Maybe this can be the anthem for fighting our way out of the Dark Age we live in now.
Cosmic Photo Challenge
Dale and K’lee’s Cosmic Photo Challenge is a chance to make good art. (Thank you, Neil Gaiman!) This week, K’lee chose Shadows and Silhouettes for the theme. If you click on the theme, you can learn how to play along. Join us! Leave your fields to flower, your cheese to sour — you’ve got magic to do and good art to make!
#CosPhoChal
Song Lyric Sunday
This week’s theme for Helen Espinosa’s Song Lyric Sunday is Songs that Make You Think of Someone You Love.
Yeah, this one takes me right back to a past I’m not going to tell you about. You’ve probably had a time like that yourself — full of confusion and searching, passions and choices you might live to regret — but what a ride!
The YouTube of Jackie Wilson performing it live, sometime between 1967 and 1975, is linked to the song title. As a bonus, I’ve linked the 1989 Howard Huntsberry’s version to the video you’re probably more familiar with, after the lyrics. Enjoy them both!
A Limerick
Limerick Challenge Week 29’s theme is: Time Travel (How could I pass that up?)
Limericks are humorous poems with the particular rhythm and rhyme scheme described below.*
The Times, They Are a-Changin’
(This morning, I commented on grandfathersky’s post “The paradox of consciousness – part II“. My comment stands on its own here.)
I wonder if questioning is a cycle of humanity’s evolution. Surges of exploration, scientific discovery, extraordinary creativity in any of the arts all seem to coincide. Golden Ages like the Renaissance or the Age of Aquarius. Revolutions. Times when dissatisfaction saturates enough people’s lives that we reach a tipping point where the collective will is finally strong enough to question the rules, Authority, what we think we know, what we believe. And we search for new perspectives, trying this philosophy or that, new music, new art, new medicines, no medicines, new governments, anarchy, new views of the stars . . .
Till we reach a new plateau where we sit, complacent. Tired of questioning or simply believing there is no need to question. Willing to accept the lie in believe. A new Dark Age. We are comfortable.
Until we aren’t.
I suspect the world is showing us just how uncomfortable we have become, and dissatisfaction has reached the 98th monkey.
Space, Time, and Raspberries 
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