And Gutenberg Lived Here: Sumer Is Icumin In

And the next line, thanks to a beautiful medieval song from about 1261, is "loudly sing cucco." Yup. Those medieval birds were definitely loud. And knew how to sing. And enjoy the fact that summer was coming. And the people who sang it also. So why Summer is a-comin in, now, "amid the snows of … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Sumer Is Icumin In

And We All Lived Here: Have You Ever Wondered?

Have you ever wondered what happened to the first words ever made- The words sent out. And let flow into the earth, Where they mixed with tungsten, And lead, And all the other earthly elements, Until a particular mix was formed That held them solidly in place, And allowed everyone to feel the power of … Continue reading And We All Lived Here: Have You Ever Wondered?

And Gutenberg Lived Here: What Age Is My Architecture?

Several years ago our clique, picture "Friends" on a much larger scale, was discussing God and the world, like we always do, when the math and history types suddenly closed ranks, and decided the only thing to do was sing mathematical songs, followed by the courtly songs of the worshipful high Emir of some place … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: What Age Is My Architecture?

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Falalalala And All That Jazz

Every year I write a song for my choirs for Christmas. Basis: Thankfulness, joy of Christmas, lights, gala, gold tinsel, wassail, celebration, because of The Birth. And the tone? and this is a real joy for me- experimental traditional. Every year I try to push the envelope. Do something new. Learn something myself. A couple … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Falalalala And All That Jazz

I Think That I Shall Never See, A Poem Task Well-Writ By Me

I just got told it's poem day, and time to put the tome away, the serious words of Gunga Din, the ¬†sparks of Shelly, and Franklin's Ben, they want our words upon the web, In Tanka Form and jib jab jeb, with pictures we must deck the rhyme, and think but forward in half-time. A … Continue reading I Think That I Shall Never See, A Poem Task Well-Writ By Me