Harpin’ Without a Harper … With no Harp … The Rock Opera

Times are changing.
2016 is almost here.

Another year has gone by
Quickly so quickly
It is now December 2016

Much has happened
Still
Artists have no place
Why?
Why does the world neglect
Artists and musicians
Most artists and musicians
Struggle all their lives
Asking for little
Besides a safe place
To live and work.

Imagine
What this world would be
Without artists and musicians.
Yes, philosophers too
And others who care …
Nobody asking questions
That need to be asked.

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MaggieQuinn on Peace Walk

Still Waiting

Now December, 2016
Waiting for 2017

Waiting? Hmmmmmmmm … What for? Well waiting on promises I guess … A year’s worth of promises, no, many years, many broken promises.
Aren’t we all waiting for something? Hope maybe … Peace? Justice? An end to poverty? Respect for artists?

The broken promises are the most difficult to deal with, especially at this time of year.

Been thinking about the Oakland artists … They must have had hopes and dreams too. I hope their spirit boat somehow finds its way into our harbour. After all they went through, despite the fact that theirs was the greater tragedy, we have so much in common. Their ship burnt as did ours. Yes, I welcome their spirits here.

The King is Dead Long Live the King

The King is Dead
By M.S. Olscamp

Big business of volunteering

Once upon time there was a new king whose father had also been a king many years before when the new young king was only a child. As a kings son he had traveled far and wide with his worldly father and learned the ins and out of kings all across the globe. Having a great king for a father might have made him proud and arrogant but in addition to having a wealthy king for a father he had a mother who was quite a nice person. He inherited her goodness and as he grew into adult developed such a winning personality that he was loved by all who met him.

The old King had eventually passed away, other kings came and went but with each one came more and more dissatisfaction in the kingdom. The older King had been extremely popular because he had spent lavishly and made his kingdom into a land of wealth and plenty hardly ever before seen.

The young king-to be didn’t just automatically inherit the crown. No, that was no longer done. Instead he had to spend years proving himself worthy. He was carefully groomed and watched over and eventually when the time seemed just right, his entourage was waiting to usher him into the throne room to accept what they said was his right. Yes, they all agreed, the time had arrived for the new young king in waiting to take the throne.

And the reason why they chose that particular time, that exact year? Nobody really knew except that it seemed an opportune moment. For the last few years the throne had been occupied by someone everybody agreed was way too stern, much too stingy and just didn’t know how to have a good time. He was the sort of ruler who might even fire people who didn’t do their job, they warned each other. The word was passed from mouth to mouth that he was way too stern and stingy and boring to be their King. Soon so many people were whispering and dropping hints and jabs and telling so many bad dictator jokes that it finally became possible to convince the people that he was only slightly better than Hitler and really must be dethroned. And so he was.

The King is dead. Long live the king. The young new king was received by his inner circle. They gathered around him and gave him advice. They told him how to act and what to say and what promises he should make. He was very grateful for their attention and their kind assistance and carefully followed their instructions. They, after all, were so much more experienced in these things. Oh he could act the part well. Hadn’t he watched his father play the king role for years?

He took to being king like a beaver to a dam, everybody noticed. All across the land the people were all so proud of their handsome and popular young king. He made many promises that once again the land would roll in wealth. The people loved him. He was greeted with enthusiasm bordering on adulation. He was more than any ordinary king. They could imagine the gold coins jingling already. This would mean a return to prosperity the people all whispered to each other. No more belt-tightening. There would be jobs for everyone. We would once again become a great nation as we had been when the old King had ruled, many years before, is what they said, over and over until even the young new king was convinced this was so. Everything the previous King had done he would promise to do twice as well and twice as fast. The people could hardly contain their elation.

But promises cost money, he soon realized, a lot of money. First this promise, then that one had to be modified. Some, he realized, would be impossible to keep. As time went on the king began to worry. He had come to love his kingdom and its people. He didn’t want to let them down. Already they were beginning to ask questions he could not answer. Already there were signs that not all was well. Here and there he began to hear the far off rumblings of discontent. Where is this, where is that? Why is it taking so long? Why doesn’t he do something? He promised us. The grumbling was almost loud enough to be heard, not quite, but it soon would be if nothing was done.

He went to the inner circle who had encouraged him to make all those promises. Where would the money come from he asked his advisors. They told him not to worry, they would look after things. And they did.