Happy Valentines Day

February 14?

It can only
mean one
thing :

It’s Valentines
Day again.

!! YAY !!

Man,
I love the
whole V-D thing.

but, it’s hard to
come up with a
way of celebrating
it here on the
Muscleheaded Blog
that we haven’t
already done….

If you don’t believe me,
check out our previous
Valentines Day posts
like this, or this one,
and you’ll see what
I mean.

I thought for a
mo or two
that I’d milked that
particular cow dry,
but then, I thought
to commemorate
the day by looking
some very cool
vintage posters that
were used to advertiseneckers
Mutoscope Company
and Exhibit Supply
cards dealing with
romantic subjects
during the 1940’s.

These were usually
cartoons or gag cards
that were found in
arcade dispensing
machines –

— you just put a
penny in the slot,
and you got one,
or you could buy
them by the set.

And as you can see,
there were a large
variety of themes
to choose from…..

Unfortunately,
not as many of the
individual cards have
survived the years as
one would one like —
but the posters have
done much better.

It might seem a
bit strange to us
today, but these
things were very
popular with
Servicemen during
World War II –

– and there was a
brisk business for
them, especially
the more risque
sets.

But collecting em
was one thing for
a sailor or soldier
in the barracks or
his sea bag —

– and another having
them around the
house at home after
the war, which I guess
goes far to explain
their relative rarity
today.

!!! HOY !!!

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Straighten Up And Fly Right

Nobody wants
somebody else
to tell ’em what
to do all the
time….

… man,
do I get that,
especially
when you’re
young.

But,
it’s hard
when you
see people
that you
love going
down
a path of
self-dissolution.

” Hey, it’s just
kicks, man. “

If you don’t
speak out,
it’s almost you
like you
didn’t care
enough to
try —

And if you do,
you could just
end up making
the whole issue
worse.

You fear that
they could go
irretrievably
spinning off
out of orbit
and into
the waste lands
of darkest space
beyond.

Or they could
dig into deeper
isolation inside
themselves.

Caring words in and
of themselves don’t
carry across certain
kinds of barricades.

We all get
ourselves
boxed in
once in
a while, and so
maybe it’s just a
phase?

You could think
and talk yourself
right into one of
those endless curves
they use to denote
infinity if you’re not
careful, and still not
be closer to the
solution .

In the end,
sometimes,
it all comes
down,
I think,
to love.

Don’t try
to solve
a person’s
problems
for them….

… just love em,
let them know
you do care,
that you do
remember,
and then
simply
have faith
and hope
that,
on their
darkest hour,
they’ll be able
to follow your
benevolent
beacon
back to
to the light.

.

!!! HOY !!!

.

Tenderness

” She said……

All your women
burn in your flame.

And as it dies,
they’ll leave you
and seek revenge .

I wish I could
find her now…

My love is soft
my love is warm –

I’d take her to bed
Tenderly. “

( lyrics from:
Steppenwolf’s

Tenderness
by

Mars Bonfire
and John Kay )

Most of us
that fall
into the
‘middle aged’
category can
admit that,
over the years,
we’ve made
mistakes –

Acts of
stupidity,
cupidity,
fervidity –

– in the
name of,
what we
at one time
or another
called LOVE.

It takes a lot
of time to
pass before
you realize
that you
might have
had it all
completely
wrong —

…. so
wrong …

— that your
particular spin
on it was more
of a sporadic
wobble.

I’m not
saying that
you ever
become
an expert
on the
subject,
however.

Sure,
love at
55 or 60
feels quite
different
than at
20 or 25 –
but there’s
nothing
at all to
prove that
you will ever,
ever really
get it right.

But there’s
nothing
wrong
with trying,
right ?

Today’s
beautiful
postcards
were painted
by the great
French artist
Raphael Kirchner –

they date
from around
1905 :

and the
series was called:
“Fleurs d’ Amour”.

I hope you
enjoy them.

And if, somehow,
you ran out of music
while staring intently
at these wonderful
samples of Kirchner’s
art, well,
here’s another
song you can play
in the background
that somehow
goes with these
cards perfectly.

It’s a Leonard Cohen
piece, rendered
exquisitely by
Luciana Souza —
Here It Is ” .

!! HOY !!

Forget Me Not

In my
minds eye,
I can see
that
empty street –

I can feel the
drizzling rain
streaming down
my cheeks

as we stand
gripping each
others hands
in the dim
yellow pallor
of the street light.

Or are
those tears?

Maybe that’s
why my eyes
are burning,
even now.

I know
why my
heart
and soul
are.

That
was the day.

Now,
this is the day.

Goodbye is
no word
for lovers,
ever.

Goodbye is
a word
that should
be expunged
from the language –

as being
too cruel,
too harsh,
too bitterly final.

What’s needed
is a word –

– a magic word –

that changes
the inevitability
of ever needing
such a word
like it now,
or
ever again.

Is that
too much
to ask?

Too much
to ask-

Of the silence,

Of the dark,

Of the alone.

.

Elsie A. Gidlow says:

kissCOME
and lie with me
and love me,
Bitterness;
Touch me with your hands a little,
Kiss me, as you lean above me,
With your cold, sadistic kisses;
Wind your hair close, close around me,
Pain might dissipate this blankness;
Hurt me even, even wound me;
I have need of love that stings.
Come and lie with me and love me,
Bitterness,
So that I can laugh at things.