Thursday, May 28, 2015

The Near Shooting of the Lady Lou



The Near Shooting of Lady Lou
(Based on the Shooting of Dan McGrew by Robert Service)

As usual, men were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
Young Tom, our house pianist, was playing a rag-time tune;
While in back, playing a crooked game, sat my darling Dan McGrew,
And watching him cheat the unwary was me, the lady that's known as Lou.

When out of the dark, which was fifty below, and into the smoke and the blare,
There stumbled a wretch, filthy from the road, with a five hundred mile stare.
He looked like death rising from the grave with the black beady eyes of a vole,
Yet he tossed a pouch of gold on the bar, and he called for drinks for us all.
I thought I could place the stranger's face, and searched memories for a clue;
As we drank his health, I saw the last to drink was my lover Dan McGrew.

There's folks that somehow just haunt your heart, and hold it fast in a fist;
And such was he, and he seemed to me like a man who’d aimed and missed;
With raven black hair, and the dreary stare of a man who lost his soul,
As he watered the vile stuff in his jar, the drops each rang a toll.
Then I recalled just who he was, and marveled he’d made it through,
And Dan turned his head to watch me watch him watch the lady that's known as Lou.

Those eyes went soul searching round the bar, and he seemed to look for days,
Until young Tom’s piano fell in the way of his crazed blundering gaze.
Sweet Tom was taking a break; and there was no one else near the stool,
So my dark past tumbled across the room, and dove into a song like a pool.
In his buckskin shirt all crusted with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
I nearly ran from him right then, but he steadied, and then, my old life did he play.

If you know what it means to be truly Alone, when your fate was awful clear,
And your family burdened you with trivialities that you simply could not bear;
With only the prospect of drudgery, and your desires left out in the cold,
To be half-dead thing in a cold, mean world, and needing a chance to be bold;
While over your head, your family traditions, hung like Damacles sword! —
Then you've a hunch what that music recalled. . . freedom from standard rewards.

The freedom to go, to live as you please, whatever your spirit can take,
Away from desperate men who seek women to have, to hold and to break ;
Oh for a land, far from the rules, such as four walls and a hell below;
And there to seek my fate of choice, and live free with room to grow—
A woman to roam the world at large – to freely love the many or just a few—
(But what of the man who would possess the lady that's known as Lou.)

Then suddenly the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
And he played of the love who had run from the ring he pressed on her in fear;
And when he learned just where she’d run, he heard the inner demons say ;
GO! Followed her into the north, - and he darkly vowed to make her pay.
His was the fierce cry of a thwarted despair, and it chilled me through and through —
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere", said my lover Dan McGrew.

The music almost died away ... then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and his eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of my ancient life and it stung like a frozen lash,
And his lust awoke to kill, to kill ... then the music stopped with a crash,
And he turned to me, and his eyes they burned in a most horrific way;
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,
That woman there is a bitch from hell. . .the one you call Lady Lou."

Then Dan ran in front, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And Young Tommy screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was my darling Dan McGrew,
While the man from my past tried to claim me at last, the Lady known as Lou.

These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say I gave him a last (and only) kiss, I'm not denying it's so.
While I held his gun (away from my heart) ‘til finally he bled through —
And I took the gold, if the truth be told, to bury dear Dan McGrew.

for @TheRealChoch

Sunday, March 08, 2015

Through the Eye of a Raven



Halfway between the University and the Castle, a half-breed bird roosted restlessly in a half-dead tree. Thin clouds smeared across the sky, giving the dawn the appearance of a bloody gash. The bird shivered. He scented an approaching storm on the wind. Storms always brought him nightmares. Dreams of being lost and alone, of never being where he wanted to be and of not understanding what he needed to know.

-eAnn
(A first sentence. Still thinking...)


The Black Beast



Crow flailed immensely through the vacuum, he screeched

 after the disappearing stars –

Where is it? Where is the black beast?

-Ted Hughes

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Life Is But Simple...

Duration.

Keeper of Light




I miss the ocean.

Fear

Fear.
Not quite the same thing as a phobia.

What one fears and loathe defines a person.
Fear in the mind-killer, the soul-sucker, the glass darkly one peers through which colours perception.

The people who fear death the most are often the same ones who never really live.

Are people taught and conditioned to fear, or do they choose to?

Don't cry. Don't be afeared.
We have nothing to fear but fear itself.
.
.
.
And those damn Zombies.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Reflecting.


It's been quite a year, I must say.

If I have learned one thing, it is that you are never to old to learn something new.
Never.

Friday, November 28, 2014

The Ravens of Unresting Thought...

A bazillion years ago, when I was just a wee slip o' a girl, I wanted to be a comic book artist.

After taking various art courses, I was sidetracked into graphic design and three years of college training in Graphic Arts (typesetting!) more or less went right down the crapper with the advent of desktop publishing.

Yeah.

So after watching newspapers slid into an abyss over the past decade as technology and independent instantanous publishing flood the interwebs with content, I spent the past year experimenting with Photoshop and figuring out how to make an eBook/Graphic Novel/Sequential whatchmahuzzit.

And my brain exploded with delight.

It always helps to have a Muse.

:-)

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

As time goes by....

There simply are not enough songs about Albert Einstein.

Here's one of the best!

Monday, October 20, 2014

Fractals and fiction

I have always been fascinated with fractals.
The endless repetitive patterns found in nature and mathematics.

I suppose one could sum it up with the old saying, "The more things change, the more they stay the same."

It has long been an ambition of mine to go back to university when I retire to study quantum physics.
Universal truths are both eloquent and brutal.
IE:
There are no absolutes even in the grand scheme of things, anymore there is in daily life.
Chaos theory rules, but does not have absolute power.
Free will is an illusion, according to finer minds than my own.
The big question is... is there really a Big Question?

Still thinking...