I TALK to the TREES
(Paint Your Wagon)
as interpreted by the great song stylist
GRETA KELLER
I talk to TV’s
But they don't listen to me
I curse at the ads
But they don’t seem to hear me
TV’s have no mind
To stop, and care what I think
I shout at them them all
In vain
And suddenly, my words
Choke up in my throat
I feel short of breath
And apoplectic too
I think of my dreams
While no one’s listening to me
And suddenly my face
Turns blue
I can see some sultry night
Aware how much you harm
That my chest grows tight
As I may buy the farm
Then I'll roar
As I pass away
Kicking at the sky
‘Cause you led us astray
Then I'll try to find
Les mots juste to say
How blighted and corrupt
You are reeking with decay
As the nightmare you’ve made
Of our lives becomes known,
May death soon topple you
From your throne.
~ FreeThinke
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Tree's are better conversationalists than most people anyway...
ReplyDeleteI dunno. For me Cats and Dogs are the most agreeable companions
DeleteI'm sorry I never recorded all the illuminating dialogues I've had with my cats over the years. 'Twould make a grand coffee table book.
“When I hear a little rustling rush in the grass and heath, or in the dead leaves under the trees, I can tell whether it is snake or lizard, mouse or bird. Many birds I am aware of only by the sound of their flight. I can nearly always tell what trees I am near by the sound of the wind in their leaves, though in the same tree it differs much from spring to autumn, as the leaves become of a harder and drier texture. The birches have a small, quick, high-pitched sound; so near that of falling rain that I am often deceived into thinking it really is rain, when it is only their own leaves hitting each other with a small rain-like patter. The voice of the Oak leaves is also rather high-pitched, though lower than that of Birch. Chestnut leaves in a mild breeze sound much more deliberate; a sort of slow slither. Nearly all trees in gentle wind have a pleasant sound . . . .” (2)
DeleteThese are the impressions of a virtually blind woman of great vision, the gardener Gertrude Jekyll of Munstead Wood (1843-1933)
That's beautiful, Joe! Sounds like pure poetry not mere narrative.
DeleteI'm glad to learn of Gerturde Jekyll. I do wonder, however, if she was blind from birth? I shall have to 'read up in her.'
Thank you too for providing important evidence of the truth of a conviction I, persinally, have held for a long time. That is that "VISION" is an inner, essentially SPIRITUAL thing –– an attribute of Mind and Soul NOT body.
DeleteOnly the dull-witted, and hopelessly literalistic devoid of imagunation and incapable of appreciating figurative language and allusion could possibly think otherwise.
Nice parody! Glad to see you're back to your old self (but with better vision!) after the surgery.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Silver, but IF the vision has been improved, we won't really know for about two months. In this life nothing's quick and nothing's easy. (:-c
DeleteAsyou know I get a kick out of putting words together in [hopefully] ingenious patterns. Good theapy if nothing else ;-)
I watch very little TV. I believe it makes me more healthy of mind.
ReplyDeletetV generally is verybad, Kid, but the COMMERCIALS are the PITS.
DeleteAye-yi-YI!
ReplyDeleteTake care, amigo!
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