Don’t ask me where this little piece of insanity came from . . . I am seriously losing my mind!
[The Original]
To sit in solemn silence on a dull dark dock
In a pestilential prison with a lifelong lock
Awaiting the sensation of a short sharp shock
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block. (Gilbert and Sullivan, The Mikado)My Dad is up toward the top, on Stage Left (the right side of the picture) in a purple kimono with a blue fan. Steve is in there somewhere, I think.
[And now the corrupted version coming from a confused and over/under used brain . . .]
To sit in solemn silence, on my computer chair
In a purple office prison without pulling out my hair
Awaiting inspiration where I only find despair
Which will help the words start flowing from somewhere over there.
“Thank you, Thank you very much.” (Elvis)
Apr 19, 2012 @ 17:09:58
I don’t think I could make MTM sit through this show, but I love it, love it, love it.
Apr 19, 2012 @ 19:09:25
When I was in my MFA program, I helped write the Kabuki Mikado which took a twist on the script. It was . . . interesting for sure.
Apr 19, 2012 @ 17:42:40
Love it, Lisa!
Hugs,
kathy
Apr 19, 2012 @ 19:08:40
Thanks Kathy
Apr 19, 2012 @ 18:03:07
I use this as a warm up for groups; great piece to sound out, then speed it up.
Apr 19, 2012 @ 19:08:12
I do to, which is probably why it popped into my head in a random sort of way.
Apr 19, 2012 @ 20:03:19
I read this on the heels of your Tweet back to me. Being in a writing funk with your WIPs, maybe–but you weren’t in a writing funk with this piece.
Apr 20, 2012 @ 07:28:35
LOL, a random fluke.
Apr 20, 2012 @ 08:20:31
Makes me smile both for the fond memories of Mikado and also for the sense of impending doom at the computer. Good morning.
Apr 20, 2012 @ 08:51:21
I’m glad I made you smile.