I was extremely agitated and worried last night and had a fitful night of sleep. Not because of the collapse of Afghanistan, Covid 19 or my Mothers health. I couldn't remember the correct last name of the offensive guard in John Goodman's speech at the end of "Revenge Of The Nerds". I thought it was Rich Valron. When I woke up I looked up the actual script of the movie and much to my dismay it was Rich Valroy. I watched and listened to the clip from the movie over and over, I have to grudgingly admit it is probably Rich Valroy.
Exciting news in the world of Morrissey. Our Moz has a new album ready to be released. It is called "Bonfire Of Teenagers".. The announcement was made on Morrissey Central. These are always "Corybantic Times" when a new Mozza album is coming out. There was no release date issued and it was noted that Morrissey remains unsigned. Let the anticipation begin. The new tracks are as follows:
1. I Am Veronica
2. Rebels Without Applause
3. Kerouac's Crack
4. Ha Ha Harlem
5. I Live In Oblivion
6. Bonfire Of Teenagers
7. My Funeral
8. Diana Dors
9. I Ex-Love You
10. Sure Enough, The Telephone Rings
11. Saint In A Stained-Glass Window
The titles are all quite intriguing. I look forward to be able to listen to new music from Our Moz.
With drooping sail and pennant That never a wind may reach, They float in sunless waters Beside a sunless beach. Their mighty masts and funnels Are white as driven snow, And with a pallid radiance Their ghostly bulwarks glow.
Here is a Spanish galleon That once with gold was gay, Here is a Roman trireme Whose hues outshone the day. But Tyrian dyes have faded, And prows that once were bright With rainbow stains wear only Death's livid, dreadful white.
White as the ice that clove her That unforgotten day, Among her pallid sisters The grim Titanic lay. And through the leagues above her She looked aghast, and said: "What is this living ship that comes Where every ship is dead?"
The ghostly vessels trembled From ruined stern to prow; What was this thing of terror That broke their vigil now? Down through the startled ocean A mighty vessel came, Not white, as all dead ships must be, But red, like living flame!
The pale green waves about her Were swiftly, strangely dyed, By the great scarlet stream that flowed From out her wounded side. And all her decks were scarlet And all her shattered crew. She sank among the white ghost ships And stained them through and through.
The grim Titanic greeted her "And who art thou?" she said; "Why dost thou join our ghostly fleet Arrayed in living red? We are the ships of sorrow Who spend the weary night, Until the dawn of Judgment Day, Obscure and still and white."
"Nay," said the scarlet visitor, "Though I sink through the sea, A ruined thing that was a ship, I sink not as did ye. For ye met with your destiny By storm or rock or fight, So through the lagging centuries Ye wear your robes of white.
"But never crashing iceberg Nor honest shot of foe, Nor hidden reef has sent me The way that I must go. My wound that stains the waters, My blood that is like flame, Bear witness to a loathly deed, A deed without a name.
"I went not forth to battle, I carried friendly men, The children played about my decks, The women sang -- and then -- And then -- the sun blushed scarlet And Heaven hid its face, The world that God created Became a shameful place!
"My wrong cries out for vengeance, The blow that sent me here Was aimed in Hell. My dying scream Has reached Jehovah's ear. Not all the seven oceans Shall wash away that stain; Upon a brow that wears a crown I am the brand of Cain."
When God's great voice assembles The fleet on Judgment Day, The ghosts of ruined ships will rise In sea and strait and bay. Though they have lain for ages Beneath the changeless flood, They shall be white as silver, But one -- shall be like blood.
Joyce Kilmer
RMS Carpathia
The Carpathia rescued 705 passengers of the Titanic. In World War I, The Carpathia joined the Titanic in the ghastly deep as part of the ghostly fleet when she was torpedoed by a German U Boat.
Your eyes signal pain Because of the strain Of smiling The harsh truth of the camera eye.
I never may turn the loop of a road Where sudden, ahead, the sea is lying, But my heart drags down with an ancient load- My heart, that a second before was flying.
There's never a rose spreads new at my door Nor a strange bird crosses the moon at night But I know I have known its beauty before, And a terrible sorrow along with the sight.
The look of a laurel tree birthed for May Or a sycamore bared for a new November Is as old and as sad as my furtherest day- What is it, what is it, I almost remember?
Dorothy Parker
The Loop
I just want to say I haven't been away I'm still right here Where I always was
