- Glenn Sonnenberg
Musings from the Bunker 6/6/20
All uplifting music and poetry today. Enjoy the weekend!
Thank you, David Lash, for this version of Bruce Springsteen and friends, “Your Love Keeps Lifting Me (Higher and Higher)”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tWOiipIsG4&feature=youtu.be
And for “Everyday People,” with many familiar faces and some great kids: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-g4UWvcZn5U&feature=youtu.be
Here’s a band called “Shelter In Place”? Really? Only in Seattle… https://shelterinplace.bandcamp.com/album/shelter-in-place. My understanding is they were named prior to Covid-19…
As Spring is giving way to Summer and we witness the beauties of nature around us, consider this poem from Wordsworth:
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed – and gazed – but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
and here’s a silly one…
by Arthur Guiterman (1871-1943)
The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gambolled up; They looked upon the creature with a loathing undisguised; It wasn’t disinfected and it wasn’t sterilised.
They said it was microbic and a hotbed of disease; They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees; They froze it in a freezer that was cold as banished hope And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap.
In sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears; They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears; They donned their rubber mittens and they took it by the hand And ’lected it a member of the Fumigated Band.
There’s not a micrococcus in the garden where they play; They bathe in pure iodoform a dozen times a day; And each imbibes his rations from a hygienic cup — The Bunny and The Baby and The Prophylactic Pup.
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