Writely Applied

I’ve posted less but thought of Writely Applied often. I’m not blogging much, but I’m writely applied in my work which requires creativity in its own right. I’ve spent a few moments smelling the roses, or really smelling the spring rain that may bring roses. The sound of rain is always appealing to me; I’m a lover of all things weather as each type of weather evokes some sort of feelings or memories.

I visited YouTube to see what I could find related to the topic of April for a sweet image to leave you with and I find rare footage of the master of scat, Mel Torme, singing a pleasing version of April Showers. It brought me memories of Night Court of course as the funny judge was a huge Mel Torme fan.

And here are the lyrics to this beautiful tune…

April Showers

Life is not a highway strewn with flowers,
Still it holds a goodly share of bliss,
When the sun gives way to April showers,
Here is the point you should never miss.

Though April showers may come your way,
They bring the flowers that bloom in May.
So if it’s raining, have no regrets,
Because it isn’t raining rain, you know, (It’s raining violets,)
And where you see clouds upon the hills,
You soon will see crowds of daffodils,
So keep on looking for a blue bird, And list’ning for his song,
Whenever April showers come along.

And where you see clouds upon the hills,
You soon will see crowds of daffodils,
So keep on looking for a blue bird, And list’ning for his song,
Whenever April showers come along.

In honor of Italian scientist and senator for life, Rita Levi Montalcini, who celebrates her 100th birthday this Wednesday and claims to be sharp as ever, here is Edgar Allan Poe’s Sonnet – To Science.

Rita Levi Montalcini started celebrating her 100th birthday early this weekend when the European Brain Research Institute held a special ceremony in her honor. Some words from Rita before we lay an Edgar Allan Poe sonnet on you to celebrate his 200th birthday.

“Above all, don’t fear difficult moments. The best comes from them.”
Rita Levi Montalcini on Life

Sonnet – To Science

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

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