MUSIC
Some great music, one a stripped-down duo and two sung from multiple places in isolation:
“Mad World,” by Curt Smith and Gary Jules of Tears for Fears: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3b1OwCG8WN8
“You’ll Never Walk Alone,” the Rodgers and Hammerstein classic from Carousel, sung by a virtual worldwide choir accompanied by a virtual orchestra during the pandemic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gpoJNv5dlQ
“One Day More,” from Les Miserables, performed by cast and crews from various North American productions in isolation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qm7nNesffDs
POETRY
In honor of George Washington, whose birthday is on Monday,
I Hear America Singing
By Walt Whitman
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
And Langston Hughes’s rejoinder, I, Too:
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
ERRATUM
Please ignore reference to "Jewish Journal" in yesterday's musing. It originally was written to be an article for that publication.
Have a great weekend,
Glenn
And just because I smile every time I read it, this most remarkable of meaningless poems, words strung together that sound sensical but are total nonsense:
The Jaberwocky
By Lewis Carroll
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Happy weekend,
Glenn
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