Gertrude Stein | One with Clay, Image and Text

This was a good idea, a tribute to four deserving women with lovely singing voices who also happened to inspire, and thus be Muses. The execution isn’t so hot, but that’s what I get for using the Unforgiving Pen for this one.

Mama Cass Elliot was compared by Graham Nash to Gertrude Stein, that patron of the arts of yesteryear. Joni Mitchell inspired Nash to write “Our House,” one of the loveliest songs ever written in the service of describing the bliss of ordinary life. Linda Ronstadt inspired Jerry Brown, called by some “Governor Moonbeam.” She also showed up in one of Paul Simon’s songs in his classic “Graceland.” And Carole King inspired an entire generation in general, and James Taylor in particular.

Brava, sweet-sounding Ladies. I hope some day to do you better justice.

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Sing O Muse

Saintly Mama Cass had donned a muu-muu with some room
Innocence in Joni Mitchell fed her aperçu
Next came Linda Ronstadt with a songbird’s light caress
Go-to gals like Carole King rule airways with finesse

Here is an image of two drawings that, overlapping, pose a philosophical question. What are the boundaries of Where? And what’s This, and is This subject to change without notice? When then, does This become That and then subside back into This?

All of that may seem like a lot of nonsense, but strong evidence suggests that everything real is, on the subatomic level, constantly winking in and out of existence–except that “winking in and out of existence” is an inherent failure of our language to even come close to describing this phenomenon. A particle found somewhere in a zone of probability is un-pin-downable, and instruments of detection themselves interfere with attempts to do so.

Have a good breakfast is my advice. [Innocent smile]

—One with Clay, Image and Text

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no where but this is this/you sure?