Intermission

Doing some art work with muse-ical tunes on shuffle
An aural observation
a muse-ical cross-over of two songs

Musical (not lyrical) Crossovers:

The Last Time I Saw Paris
I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years.
The chorus of their squeaky horns was music to my ears.

Santa Claus is Coming to Town
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!

One way muses cross into parallel multi-verses, note by note, step by step, slippy slidey.

Illustration: B-flats Lura Astor

The Muses are Ravenous

feed them !

Q: what do I feed them?

A: strew stuff around, 
ask them, 
invite them, 
seduce them,  

Feed the Muses!





Merman/Mermaid/Your Siren Song: The Muse Series Lura Astor

Serendipity Rides Again

 














After posting about kerosene perfume in the Smell of Burning Books a few days ago, guess who I got to briefly meet?

Ray Bradbury, as I hold up a special edition of Fahrenheit 451. 

Mr. B wears the French Commandeur Ordre des Arts et des Lettres medal.

I love my muses.

... they bring me places, bump me into people, point out humor and beauty, and insist I create.

photo: Steve Fjeldsted