cf. “Before and After” (Photo-Play World, 1918)
Love on the line, it’s now or never.

cf. “Before and After” (Photo-Play World, 1918)
Benjamin Balázs, “Where My Heart Belongs…”
at the music store, August, 1979
I had to reach way up
rosewood,
sunburst,
cigarette burn—the salesman plugged it into a Pignose
the sun was streaming in through the windows
He gave me an imitation tortoise-shell pick
my index finger pressed across
e
a
c#
a circuit closed
on the way home
the late summer afternoon sun was starting to set
I rolled down the car window and
reached for the Pat Travers 8-track tape on the passenger seat
–J.S.
cf. Jakub Schikaneder, Company on the Terrace (1887)
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Bird thou never wert—
That from heaven or near it
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest,
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest…
–Percy Bysshe Shelley, To a Skylark (excerpt)
cf. Gerard ter Borch the Younger, A Woman Playing the Theorbo-Lute and a Cavalier (ca. 1658)
Geo. R. Lawrence Co., “A tourist sleeper musical” (ca. 1905)
Elin Kleopatra Danielson-Gambogi, Winter Night (detail) (oil on canvas) (1898-1899)
There goes another love song
Someone singing about me again
There goes another love song
Now I need more than a friend…
cf. Théo Van Rysselberghe, The Lecture (1903)
cf. Alan Lomax, Bill Tatnall, with guitar, Frederica, Georgia (1935)
They said, “You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.”
The man replied, “Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar…”
–Wallace Stevens, “The Man with the Blue Guitar”