Happy Weekend!
The usual music and poetry follow, as well as the opportunity to participate in some amazing and free high holiday services…
MUSIC
Who doesn’t love Brandy (you’re a fine girl…), by Looking Glass? It’s the favorite of Bob Blau, my father in law. Here’s a great new socially distanced acoustic version, sung by Elliot Lurie, the songwriter and lead singer, together with the Yonge Guns: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Acywr3k9lck
And here is Elliot and the original band members: (it’s worth it just for the hairdos…): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVzsQ-RiT9U
Brandy is used in the opening scene of Guardians of the Galaxy II: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=13&v=ZFfyya37UJM&feature=emb_title
Finally, if you’re nuts (and if you’re reading this, well…), here are 15 versions of the classic Brandy: https://www.njarts.net/pop-rock/brandy-youre-a-fine-girl-15-versions-of-the-looking-glass-classic/
And here’s a great acoustic cover of Pink’s “What About Us,” by Thomas Daniel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VatOmOSOBTQ
HIGH HOLIDAY SERVICES
Rosh Hashanah is a week away. For those who celebrate the Jewish holidays, here is a link to our services at Stephen Wise. As opposed to regular services, these are streamlined, on-time, without interruptions. And the services are SHORTER! It’s well produced and efficient. Plus Andrea sings! Attendance is free. Actually, you don’t even need to be Jewish…! https://linkprotect.cudasvc.com/url?a=https%3a%2f%2fwww.wisela.org%2fhighholydays%2f&c=E,1,dTZb7pWNIgmDQGdmHstW299590l5f7mm25L1PcROvBAzwa1akeRTusk3xDtwd6p2mKcOWDgu0HmIpx_iJ6bwMhEoc9eUTCxYFsu_WufzmhaW&typo=1
POETRY
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
By Wallace Stevens
I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird.
II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds.
III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one.
V I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.
VI Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro. The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause.
VII O thin men of Haddam, Why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see how the blackbird Walks around the feet Of the women about you?
VIII I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.
IX When the blackbird flew out of sight, It marked the edge Of one of many circles.
X At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.
XI He rode over Connecticut In a glass coach. Once, a fear pierced him, In that he mistook The shadow of his equipage For blackbirds.
XII The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.
XIII It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
Happy weekend,
Glenn
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