Dirge Without Music

 I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled
Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

                                                                      Elizabreth Dwyer

                                                                     November 13, 1937

                                                                       August 13, 2020

There's Nothing Wrong With You

                                                                  Est nihil mali apud te.

She Once Was A True Love Of Mine

 

                                                         But my faith in love is still devout.

Ice, Your Only Rivers Run Cold

                                                           Walk on by, walk on through

                                                      Walk till you run and don't look back

                                                                      For here I am.

                                                    And if the mountains should crumble

                                                           Or disappear into the sea

                                                               Not a tear, no not I.

It Happened One Summer

                                                           A place for a moment.

                                                              An end to a dream.

Cigarette

 

Walk Right Up To The Microphone

 Our Moz returned to the stage last night for the start of another residency in Las Vegas. He certainly was a sharp dressed man, superbly attired in a dark suit. I think this is such a classy look for Our Moz and certainly fits for his sophisticated elder statesman of indie rock music. His voice is a treasure, it's amazing to me how he continues to sound fresh and powerful, a true gift for his fans. He played six songs from his yet to be released new album "Bonfire Of Teenagers". They all sounded great and will be welcomed graciously into the sound of Morrissey catalogue of music. I very much look forward to the release of Bonfire Of Teenagers sometime in my lifetime. My two favorites were "Rebels Without Applause" and "I Live In Oblivion". I loved the "From Generation X to X-Ray Spex line" in "Rebels". The most powerful and moving new song was "I Live In Oblivion". Mozza's delivery was a devastating indictment of growing old and the end of life. It's a truly sad reality of what's to come for most of us and what's happened to the loved one's of some of us. His Mother's death really jarred him emotionally and this song is a product of that. Sing your life.

Morrissey's residency will continue tonight and with 3 other shows on July 6, 8 and 9. We wish Our Moz the best, as always, and hope the future shows in Vegas are as divine as this one.

                                                             I Live In Oblivion

                                                             Rebels Without Applause