Remembrances

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One of the things
that postcards were
supposed to do was
remind someone of
something —

whether it be
of a person,
a place,
a time,
a thing,
or even an idea….

A
remembrance.

Yes,
that’s it,kiddie
exactly.

I know that it seems
that sometimes that
this blog relies way
too much
upon references,
concepts,
perspectives,
and illustrationstryand
that may appear:
out of touch,
out-moded,
out of date,
and just plain out.

Yeah, I guess
that means
we’re dusty,
musty and
crusty, even.try

Our frame
of reference
is rather passé,
anachronistic,
démodé,
and old fashioned.

Yep,
so right.suit

And I don’t mind
any, or all, of that.

While maybe
many of the cards
give me some pause
for reflection about
their relevancy…

— the truth is
that those veryprop
propensities toward the
arcane and archaic are
a big part of what this
whole blog is about.

A guy in his middle age
(like it or not, I am)
learns
(or, hopefully learns)
to be able to
distinguishkids
between the oldies,
the goldies and
the moldies.

Hopefully, we can
interpet them
all on the
Müscleheaded Blog
in a way that is still
meaningful….

— and if not that,fredstone
then at least,
we can have
some fun with them.

Remembering the
relics of the past
is part and parcel
with learning from
the past –

It’s important toforgetbeach
understand
that living, breathing,
feeling human beings,
just like us,
produced and
enjoyed them-
they meant something
to them.

Yes, just as our relics
mean something to us,
and as we’d hope thatforge
they mean something
to someone in the future.

Perhaps it’s too much
to expect that they will
feel the same about them
as we do…..

…… but it’s enough
that we can share part
of those things thatbathing
we experience in our
short time here.

Let succeeding
generations
make what they
will of it.

I am content.

.
!!!!!! HOY !!!!!!!!

.

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On My Last Day

On my last day
I will see you
for the
first time
Live my life
in an instant
No regrets
or longing
I have done what
I chose to do
.

Can I express
to you now
What was
unexpressable
before
Can you know
me now
When I was
so unknowable
then

.

Dust me off
Lay out my suit
Make me smile
with plasticine
Take me away
Lift the veil
Its old home
week, I hope

.

Can I
empathize now
What was
unsympathetic
before
Can you love
me now
When I was so
unlovable
before

.

On my last day
I will know you
for the first time
Love my love
in an instant
No hesitation
or pause
It can only
be this way.

.

!! HOY !!

You Go To My Head

A melody can evoke
memories like no other
stimulant of the senses.

That song–

— you know the one–

the one that
you hadn’t heard
in many years ..

and then,
so vaguely
and
hauntingly familiar.

Flashes of faces,
and places.

A smile slips slowly
across your lips.

A warm feeling,
and for just a second,
you’re back there
all over again.

You can’t help
but wonder —

What happened to
that particular
instant in time —

— that very special spot
on the space-time
continuum ?

And just where
in that refrain
were all those
remembrances stored ?

If you had the
old sheet music,
would you find
it encoded
somewhere deep
between the notes,
beats and rests —

– – a mere breath – –
– a whisper –
a 32nd of a 64th ?

Perhaps it was
in the key —
or the harmonics.

Something made that
piece stand out from
among all the
hulabaloo,
dissonance,
claptrap,
and syncopated
pandemonium
of daily life….

What was it —
— that brought back
that time,
and that place.

And oh,
That Face.

.

! HOY !

The Daily Retro: Rosemary is for Remembrance

This beautiful antique postcard is from World War I,
picturing a young woman saying farewell to her soldier sweetheart. 

It’s caption refers to the words of Ophelia,
from Act 4, Scene 5, of Shakespeare’s great play ‘Hamlet’:

rosemary-for-remembrance

“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.
Pray you, love, remember.”

Pray we all do.