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  1. THE GREAT SMOKIES
    Jazz jism, cool rhythm, band and
    sticks, so-slows
    & quick-quicks:
    I an it’s-ready-Eddy
    U a quit-jerk-fool –
    in a melancholy pool, balloons,
    draped body parts, soft
    crowns, hard glories
    and the red refusing
    the insults, itching
    for luck that IS the grease
    as the slack drips
    up bottom vales, top
    ales, fearful perhaps
    but aimed from fog.
    O dreamer, dive in to me.
    © Copyright Edward Mycue

  2. THAT SUMMER I WAS 16: MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC

    Art Lund sang Joey from THE MOST HAPPY FELLOW (‘in the whole Napa Valley’– from Frank Loesser’s musical of Sidney Kingsley’s depression-era play THEY KNEW WHAT THE WANTED ), Vaughn Monroe deeptoned Mona Lisa; Nat King Cole, had his easy way with Nature Boy. Then it’s Ebb Tide, The Unchained Melody (‘Time goes by so slowly/and time can do so much….), &
    Teresa Brewer wailing: Let me go/let me go/Let Me Go, Lover ./Let me be/set me free/from your spell.’ [—oh, yeh. yeh, yeh.] My brother David’s absolute favorite: Perez Prado’s ( It’s) Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White (‘when you’re in love’—That must have been his Joanie Parker song.). [I was sixteen that summer working as old Mr. Flanagan’s helper at the Campfire Girls’ camp,
    south of Dallas, on a ridge above the Big Brothers’ camp below, where my best friend Frank ‘Nicky’ Knickerbocker worked–his mother got us our jobs.] Spin to Perry Como singing No Other Love (have I/only my love for you,/only the dream we knew,/into the night I cry/hurry home, come home to me,/set me free/ free from doubt/ and free/ from longing.– from Rogers & Hammerstein’s ME AND
    JULIET). Now switch into ‘It’s always like this/I worry and wonder,/your lips may be near/ but where is your heart?’ (The Song From Moulin Rouge). After that is Shake Rattle & Roll (‘You wear those thin dresses/and the sun come shining through./I didn’t know honey all that belonged to you.’ Adults were shocked at those lines, yet we were not so lascivious as they were I think.) Now skirl/ swoon
    to Vic Damone crooning Eternally the soaring theme of Charlie Chaplin’s LIMELIGHT movie [By the end of that summer of nineteen fifty-three I thought I loved Ellie the Campfire Girls’ summer-camp cook’s boy friend also from her North Carolina college a football hunk working in that Big Brother camp in that valley below]: “though the stars may cease to shine/my love shall always
    be/forever true and loving you / eternally.” My youth now seems a good earth original today so achingly beautiful. Great grandmother Jane Kennedy Delehant had often intoned “Backward, oh backward/ o time in thy flight/ make me a child again/ just for tonight.” Night NOW I think it say it remembering 16.

    © Copyright Edward Mycue Sunday 18 December 18, 2016

  3. A GREAT FINAL MUSIC

    That words dream motion

    makes life glorious

    puts raw silk to silence

    gives music tongue,

    reveals in all the rainbow colors

    how nature comes listening

    to seed bursting,

    to the prairie garnet and

    desert chimney peridot,

    leaving the wind behind.

    Actions matter.

    Thoughts matter.

    All flow into

    a great final music.

    © Copyright Edward Mycue for Serge Echeverria

  4. ABOUT AMANDA, My poem and the old song
    “Amanda
    was a fishseller
    from Kerteminde./
    She loved a sailor./
    He loved her./
    They were happy, togegther./
    But she went to Copenhagen./
    There she met students,
    medical students./
    She fell into troubles./
    So she could never go back
    to Kerteminde.”
    Back in 1969 i wrote this poem after having been to Kerteminde a Hanseatic city on the Danish island of Funen and talked to old sailors through Karen Lundin. They explained the statue of Amanda in their harbor (one saying Amanda was a bookseller as she was shown, but the others that she was a fishseller there.
    I’d heard the old music hall song froma Copenhagen’s Tivoli Gardens review early in the 20th century that had been sung by Astrid Nielsen ( who later became a major film star in Germany); people recalled it as a “folk” song, but it wasn’t in the beginning.
    I met / knew Astrid, and her daughter Susanne Palsbo who was then an older woman journalist and her daughter Karen and son Soren Palsbo then an apprentice journalist.
    I’d half-forgotten all but the beginning and tune: someome a few years ago googled the original song in Danish.)
    Many of us could never go home even when we had not left it. Home is a windsong in our hearts. These hearts have exploded, repositioned themselves, ending as much the mends themselves as the remaindered hearts. This then is ‘home’ and a song about it. © Edward Mycue

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