the first book of jazz
written by langston hughes
illustrated by cliff roberts
music by david martin
published in 1954, it was the first children’s book to review american music.
general post of universal truth:
replying to drama is not mandatory.
i repeat:
replying to drama is not mandatory.
if they put it in your ask, you can delete it. if they do it in reblogs you can ignore it. if they do it on their blog you can unfollow them. you can simply refuse to deal with it. this is an option you have.
this has been a message from the council for not going batshit insane on the internet.
Love: Packaging for the wine company Caelum.. The type used on this is all so beautiful… I wish there was a closer-up version of the word Caelum.
the lighthouse’s tale
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.
I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.
I’ll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past.
I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts.
I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea.
We had grown closer, ‘till his joy meant everything to me.
And he was to marry, a girl who shone with beauty and light.
And they loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into night.
And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea.
And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be.
She’d had to leave us, my keeper he prayed for a safe return.
But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned.
He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wave.
In me so helpless, as dashed against the rock she met her end.
Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the shore.
He kissed her cold face, that they’d be together soon he’d swore.
I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand.
And then he climbed my tower, and off of the edge of me he ran.
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.
And though I am empty, I still warn the sailors on their way.-nickel creek
