Get Thee Behind Me Donut!

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This donut, you must know will do the following if you consume it:

This donut  will keep you from having the perfect body, this donut will keep you from finding true love, inner peace and the perfect relationship with the perfect person who we will assume has not consumed this donut.

This donut will, if it passes your lips will keep you from getting the perfect job, from climbing mountains from seeing the word from being praised and loved and cherished by your fellow human beings and – horror upon horror, especially  your Facebook Friends!

This donut,so pure, so tasty so delightful to the eye will corrupt every single hope and dream you have ever had.

I ate two of them a few days ago and this is what happened.

I had some great laughs, my dog did great learning his lessons, I started reading a book about the man who discovered Uranus and I took some great pictures.

Plus I did some writing that I was happy with right out of the gate.

I suppose my life would have been really great had I not scarfed those tasty donuts. I would have been desirable, I would have known perfection and what it’s like to be a complete and perfect human being- pure of mind, body and spirit.

Let  me tell you though, the poem I wrote said exactly what I wanted to say.

I learned that William  Herschel is a true inspiration to anyone who wants to bring art and science  and music into their lives  and that you can do it on your own with books, with study and participating and engaging with other people with enthusiasm and patience.

I learned from reading about Herschel  that little things like failure are a nuisance- and that they are not life ending deal breakers.

I ate those donuts and   mind and body came through the experience, can you believe it?

My dog still loves me with those donuts in my ignorant gut and my cat did not kill me when I accidentally hit his murder button and my friends and family did not shun me.

So yes, I did eat the donut.

Therefore I will never know perfection . I have consumed sugar and fat and chemicals sneaked  into my food by Big Pharma and made by bakers who probably don’t ride bikes instead off driving cars and sold in a building owned by people who dare to leave their carbon footprints all over a planet that will be consumed by the Sun when it finally gives up the ghost.

I am told I should be ashamed and okay  I probably was for two entire seconds- or however long it took me to get the donut out of the wrapper and into my mouth.

In that moment, I am being made to understand,   I destroyed  every  and any small chance I ever had at making myself acceptable in the sight of my fellow humans.

But have Mercy, it was a good day all the same.

 

Daily Prompt: Toxic

Art Walkers

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

When I go out on my Art Walks, my favorite artwalk companion is my dog, Hamish Macbeth:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

I know that when most people go on Art Walks, cheese and wine are involved.

My idea of a an Art Walk is me grabbing Hamish’s leash and telling him, ” Come on Hamish, let’s go find us some art.”

Art, as you know is everywhere- it’s  in a weather worn fence, a carefully designed garden or a yard gone wild.

What I like about taking my art walks with that when I see art, Hamish doesn’t look at it and say, ” Gee, I don’t know if I’d call that art.”

He just looks at  it, sniffs it, licks it and walks away.

Art can be art and I can enjoy it, absorb it and take a picture.

It is what it is.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

This is the Art me and Hamish found this weekend. It’s sort of related to the art I found last weekend.

Here it is:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso "Dinosaur"

Photo: A.M. Moscoso
“Dinosaur”

Photo: A.M Moscoso " Abstract In Chalk"

Photo: A.M Moscoso
” Abstract In Chalk”

And this is my favorite:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso " The Warning "

Photo: A.M. Moscoso
” The Warning “

I felt like Indiana Jones, walking around this play field looking for Chalk art. When I found it I was pretty excited. Like I discovered something important before it disappeared.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is what I’ve learned about Art on my walks with Hamish Macbeth:

Art is everywhere and it’s in everything- you just have to be willing to let it happen in you head without telling it what it is- but the licking and sniffing part- I’d leave that part of the experience out.

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A Song About Lonely Street

I used to call it the Graveyard song when I was little, I thought it was one of the scariest most ghost filled song anyone had ever written.

It was full of souls in torment and the man in charge wore black- just like Death.

So of course I loved it and would sing ” Heartbreak Hotel” at the drop of a hat.

Years later I learned the song ( written by Mae Boren Axton )… read a story in the Miami Herald about a man who had committed suicide.  The man had no identification, and he only left a note with a few words on it: “I walk a lonely street.” 

A couple of years ago I went to New Orleans for Halloween and visited the famous St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 and the entire time I was there taking pictures and wandering the grounds I sang this song to myself- though I was in New Orleans and I shot these pictures on Halloween afternoon, so I didn’t exactly sing it to myself quietly.

Photo:  A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Well, since my baby left me
Well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it’s down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel
Where I’ll be–where I get so lonely, baby
Well, I’m so lonely
I get so lonely, I could die

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Although it’s always crowded
You still can find some room
For broken-hearted lovers
To cry there in the gloom
And be so, where they’ll be so lonely, baby
Well, they’re so lonely
They’ll be so lonely, they could die

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Well, the bellhop’s tears keep flowin’
And the desk clerk’s dressed in black
Well, they’ve been so long on Lonely Street
Well, they’ll never, they’ll never get back
And they’ll be so, where they’ll be so lonely, baby
Well, they’re so lonely
They’ll be so lonely, they could die

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Well now, if your baby leaves you
And you have a sad tale to tell
Just take a walk down Lonely Street
To Heartbreak Hotel
And you will be, you will be, you will be lonely, baby
You’ll be so lonely
You’ll be so lonely, you could die

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Well, though it’s always crowded
You still can find some room
For broken-hearted lovers
To cry there in the gloom
And they’ll be so, they’ll be so lonely, baby
They’ll be so lonely
They’ll be so lonely, they could die

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Hey Ho Let’s Go

Melpomene ~ Muse of Tragedy

Melpomene  is the Greek Muse of dramatic tragedy.

I think it’s great, if you write about tragedy- like I do ( horror and the supernatural are heavy on the tragedy theme)-then you are inspired by a woman who walks around with a human face ( sure it’s a mask…sure it is)  or a sword in her hand.

I have been known to walk around with a hockey stick when there is no ice or hockey puck within miles of where I’m standing and on more than one occasion I have been known to rip people’s faces off so I feel a bit of a bond with Melpomene

In addition, I do like the idea of a face waving, sword swinging creature walking through my head and throwing the lights on when I can’t quite do it myself.

I figure that with one look at her any little dark creatures that are roaming around my brain and killing off my stories will be running for cover or better yet a new home where we won’t even be sharing a zip code.

I’m also inspired by Mozart. I do some of my best work when I’m listening to Mozart. I can’t decide though- was he also inspired by Melpomene ? Is that why I write better with Mozart in my ear?

Maybe.

All I know is, they make a great team.