elevated perspective

Raised, especially above the ground:

First of all it is not a discreet writer, but about the reality of numbers.

I will always drink Wednesday to sleep with you.

Life speaks.

 

Myth of a rabbit –

Look, there, beauty and fame seems to be in the news.

 

We are attached wines of society, the amount of wealth we are seeking.

We only have to pretend.

“From a fool, we crazy crazy”

– The existence of convenient lucky characters,… for many people raise towers.

Music Source:

Louis Jordan & His Tympany Five II

 

Consider the View

 

Blue skies

Smiling at me,

Nothing but blue skies

Do I see.


Bluebirds

Singing a song.

Nothing but bluebirds

All day long.

Never saw the sun shining so bright.

Never saw things going so right.

Noticing the days hurrying by,

When you’re in love, my how they fly……

“Blue Skies” composed by Irving Berlin in 1926.

 

Blue Days,

All of them gone,

Nothing but Blue Skies from now on.

 

June is a tricky month of memories for me. Father’s Day, my father’s birthday, and my parent’s wedding anniversary( June 21)  all clustered together.  My father, Paul Kanski, passed away in 1992, at the age of 76.  He and mom loved to dance – they grew up in the age of the great dance bands, when jitterbug was king & foxtrot ruled the floorboards of the dance halls. Blue Skies was one of his favourite tunes. Sometimes, late at night I could hear mom singing it to him in their bedroom.   Even now in my 60s I miss them – Time is a con artist, handing you gifts with one hand, while picking your pocket with the other. 

over me, music –

blue skies above carry clouds

dancing – silent steps.

 

 

 

 

Red Letters: Sorting Out Memories

 

I’m going to sit right down and write myself a letter –

and make believe it came from You,…………

Aides and volunteers on Donald Trump’s presidential transition were instructed Thursday to save any records related to “several pending investigations into potential attempts by Russia interests to influence the 2016 election,” according to a memo obtained by POLITICO.

 

I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter

(music by Fred E. Ahlert and lyrics by Joe Young)

Vocals – Boswell Sisters

60302-A, Decca 671B 1/6/1936 archive.org

 

 

“emails, voicemails, text messages, instant messages, social media posts, Word or WordPerfect documents, spreadsheets, databases, telephone logs, audio recordings, videos, photographs or images, information contained on desktops, laptops, tablet computers, smartphones or other portable devices, calendar records and diary data.

“failure to follow these protocols could result in criminal or civil penalties, and could form the basis of legal claims, legal presumptions, or jury instructions relating to spoliation of evidence.” 

I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter

And make believe it came from you

I’m gonna write words, oh, so sweet

They’re gonna knock me off my feet

Kisses on the bottom

I’ll be glad I’ve got ’em……………

 

Somewhere in The Middle of Something

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

 

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost  Acquainted with the Night