It's not my fault that this is screwed.
Who said that? Did God?
Or some cosmic clockmaker
tinkering and trying to
make sense of Time?
An adept chiropractor,
perhaps, tweaking and
adjusting the spine of
the Book of Life? Some
oily sex deviant serial-
yanking at labia, growling
"screw you, screw you, screw
you." ?
Perchance to scheme, a
fat mouthpiece letting "slut"
rush over thick air, hissing
". . . no, you are the
reason this is screwed, so
now let us watch you screw." ?
Without a dream, a
bullied boy wondering why
Mr. Fix-It looked the other
way...
or Mr. Fix-It throwing in
the wrench and heading home
to a misty cocktail and fog?
Some or all of the above?
When push comes to shove
ask the team at this blog.
MLydiaM ~ March 2012
Written for The Mag, that inspired with the above photo prompt (image: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison)
I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way--things I had no words for.
--Georgia O'Keeffe
Oh, if I could only paint....because I have total writer's block and have no words for the way I'm feeling. It is times like these that I spend hours looking at art. This piece is my favorite from my overnight online expedition.
Almost three years ago, I published a post containing pictures I had taken when I spent a night in the City of Mount Shasta (formerly Sisson*). I titled it nice place to visit but you probably can't move there and closed with these lines (followed by a short video of the news report I mentioned):
It's one of those places that is very hard to leave. I entertained fantasies of moving there. Do you do that, truly see yourself living in a different place once you've spent even a little time there?
Along that line, this news report Wednesday evening fascinated me. According to new Census reports, Americans aren't moving. In fact we haven't stayed put in these numbers since 1962.............
Well, I am here to tell you that I still think living in the Mt. Shasta area would be a wonderful lifestyle, and that a blogging friend of mine has recently proven that at least some Americans are moving again and that you can move there! Kathe W and her husband retired last month to a town nearby Mt. Shasta and her A Snap a Day blog has some great images of those first wondrously-exhausting-but-so-invigorating days in their new, already much-loved home.
This post is my housewarming gift to them, with all good wishes for decades of good health and cheer under the protection of glorious Mount Shasta.
~~~
The Mountain
by: Emily Dickinson
The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
~~~
From every window in their home, a beautiful view!
Beethoven: The Consecration of the House overture (Házavatás nyitány) Hungarian Philharmonic Orchestra; Zoltán Kocsis
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*A little background on the old postcard. Note that the view is titled Mt. Shasta from Sisson. I had never heard of a town named Sisson so looked online and was interested to know that it was one of the names given to the City of Mount Shasta in earlier days. From Wikipedia:
. . . The site of present-day Mount Shasta City was within the range of the Okwanuchu tribe of Native Americans. During the 1820s, early Euro-American trappers and hunters first passed through the area, following the path of the Siskiyou Trail. The Siskiyou Trail was based on a network of ancient Native American footpaths connecting California and the Pacific Northwest. The discovery of gold at nearby Yreka, California in 1851, dramatically increased traffic along the Siskiyou Trail and through the site of present-day Mount Shasta. Pioneer Ross McCloud built one of the first lumber mills in the area, near the site of the present Sisson Museum. The completion of a stagecoach road between Yreka and Upper Soda Springs in the late 1850s led to the building of Sisson's Hotel, as a stop for weary travelers, and as a staging ground for adventuresome tourists intending to climb Mount Shasta.
The 1887 completion of the Central Pacific Railroad, built along the line of the Siskiyou Trail, brought a dramatic increase in tourism, lumbering, and population into Mount Shasta. This early development continued to focus on tourism and lumbering. The early 1900s saw the influx of a large number of Italian immigrants to Mount Shasta and neighboring towns, most of whom were employed in the timber industry.
The area where the town later grew up was known first as Strawberry Valley, and then as Berryvale. With the arrival of the railroad, the town was given the name Sisson, California, after prominent land owner Justin Sisson. The name was changed to Mount Shasta City in 1924. . .
In worn clothes from his former life he looked like a nouveau street bum. The poster looked like his ex-wife.
In worn clothes from his former life he recalled their love and their strife-- then gulped three swigs of cheap rum.
In worn clothes from his former life he looked like a nouveau street bum.
MLydiaM ~ March 2012
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