All entries for Monday 12 March 2007

Putting Cheese in the Mouseholes

Mr Pugh, in the School House opposite, takes up the morning tea to Mrs Pugh, and whispers on the stairs:

MR PUGH

Here's your arsenic, dear.
And your weedkiller biscuit.
I've throttled your parakeet.
I've spat in the vases.
I've put cheese in the mouseholes.
Here's your...
                       [Door creaks open]
...nice tea, dear.

Why did I choose this extract of Dylan Thomas's Under Milk Wood as an inspiration for the title of my blog? Because the imagery used makes me chuckle in awe. I felt I needed to share this chuckle.

An inspiration.

Second inspiration of the day, discovered by me not long after (and just that little bit cooler than) John Denver:

Robert Johnson - a blues singer. A legend. Hot.

And I feel so lonesome
you hear me when I moan...

Now you know the coils ain't even buzzin
little generator won't get the spark

Motors in a bad condition
you gotta have these batteries charged

But I'm cryin please
please don't do me wrong

Who been drivin my terraplane now for
you-hoo since I've been gone...

I had been playing Terraplane Blues (lyrics above) from a guitar book for ages, and only found the initiative to download it yesterday. This was a good idea. He is also an interesting guy to research: there are only two photos of him in existence, he wrote a load of songs, and was supposedly poisened at a fairly young age ... that's pretty much all people know of him. I love trying to fill in the gaps.

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