happy birthday chalissa!!! / riffing on / 1968 and elsewhere

[wytchcroft]

 

Well, the night you was born

Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red

The night you was born

I swear the moon turned a fire red

Many a poor mother cried out lord, the gypsy was right!

That gypsy woman that told your Pa

Gonna be mystic, gonna go far.

Got born east of Main Street under a shooting star

You could steal Groucho Marx’s cigar

And smile

Coz you’re a hoodoo chile

Yes you are

Chopping down sand with the edge of your hand

Veni, vidi, vici

With a rock n roll band.

From the Martian canals to the Motherland; Old Europe, Ireland and the lost Allemagne

How many seasons, left behind

To pity the poor immigrant who travels with their mind...

1968

Was a weekend plus one

Honeymooning May with the cops on the run.

You always loved the action – as your friends all know

(Weren’t you the first to review Orson’s Macbeth show?

Still running numbers for the boys

Sing-Sing to Canary row…)

Please allow me to introduce you

And your wild child birth existence

Snapshots from unlimited time…

-          Remember when we got back from Paris, the jetlag and caffeine still kicking in our brains?

You wanted to catch the living theatre, a happening, something to instil the revolutionary fire you craved.

But your leg in the big dumb cast where you toppled off the ice skates… Hell to that! So we went anyway and someone signed your plastered limb, barely 25 minutes in and the joint was jumping -how many signatures, how many hands stretching out like tentacles – and we barely made it out alive. And there, in the bare bulbed comfort of the Chelsea reading the list of names and nearly wigging out because in spidery blue you could see ‘johnandyoko’. I still don’t know, was it really them? Did you ever find out?  
1971. I guess it’s possible.

But we never did make it to the water Beetle show.

And on and on the merry crazed adventures – Thalia driven; the Muse Goddess laughing down, from 1927 all the way to stone wall, from Sacco and Vanzetti to the New York Dolls, from the old croaker in the dim apartment when I was sick…. to the luxury of the Orient Express and the confines of the boat when you ran that Pirate radio station.

What it is to be the Muse – Howard Hughes pursued you, stocks tumbling in your wake.

Put a jinx on anything.

1968.

Comments

[i-am-nyman.livejournal.com]

o man, very good post today. good to have you back.

::(insert bizarre english gesture)::

lol.

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

lj is still code kicking my ass from here to eternity though. grr argh! and hey, thanks - that's most kind! *adopts cringing English courtly mode*
:))

[stoshagownozad.livejournal.com]

wow wow great to see you! with the good reason and exciting little poem!

[betsycontent.livejournal.com]

damn, boy! that's some good writin'! i thought i was reading dylan 'till i got to the end and there was no attributation. missed you like crazy. :)

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

hey you :)))

it's great to hear from you:))

i've been mad busy and lj really isn't working for me - it keeps garbling my posts or crashing entirely!:(

but it's happened before and usually sorts itself out eventually!:))

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

missed you too:)) LOL it's funny really, coz i can't actually SEE you - none of th lj images are loading for me, including icons!
you are Le chat invisible!!!

re the above; there is some dylan, hendrix, stones and... well let's see who spots what... but terrible puns abound:))

[stoshagownozad.livejournal.com]

i'd like to say I had started to study Across translation tool using one of your stories as a source text!
It's not and auto translator, just the TM system, like TRADOS, a kind of technical tool to optimize my work - so it would be completely human transklation.
but it moves slowly. I am damned bad translator when it comes to non-technical texts...
but it would be - sooner or later.

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

yry! which story???

[stoshagownozad.livejournal.com]

Feather in the Cap, 'cause I like it...

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

that makes me very happy:))

[sidherian.livejournal.com]

You're back!!

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

bits of me! :))

[chalissa.livejournal.com]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH HOW DID I MISS THIS
HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS
HOW DID YOU NOT COME MARCHING INTO MY LJ
AND TAKE ME BY THE HAND AND DRAG ME OVER TO YOUR LJ TO READ THIS
HOW AM I SUCH AN IDIOT THAT I MISSED YOUR INCREDIBLE POST TO ME
MOST WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY POEM
MOST BEAUTIFUL BIRTHDAY EPIC
OH MY GOD
HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I LOVE YOU
WELL I DO
I LOVE YOU
SO MUCH
THIS MADE MY DAY
I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T SEE IT TILL NOW
HOLY MOLY

[chalissa.livejournal.com]

I just have to comment again, because my last comment couldn't fully include all my bubbling-over of happiness. This is such GORGEOUS WRITING (although from you, I really oughtn't to expect anything less), and I keep reading it over and over, and you're so wonderful and I love you so, and I feel so bad for not keeping up with your news and your life and everything! This is my punishment for never reading my friends page.

I adore you, mein Liebling, mon amour, il mio amore. And I just looked through my LJ-friends'-birthdays list and found that you're not on it, you Myster Mystery, you! When the heck IS your birthday? Or is that something else for you to know and me (not) to find out? :)

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

Ich liebe dich, meine Muse, mein Herz, my volts and amplitude, mon amour, ma voix d'ange - turn and face the strange, ch ch changes cha cha cha. :))



(ach my birthday was months ago, no big deal)