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The Artist

July 12, 2019

Trees grow in Paris from perfume, and beneath one of these trees many years ago two young people met; a meeting that would change the lives and kisses of everybody in Paris. Olivia met Pigal as they pressed their backs against the tree to shelter from the torrential rain that summer Parisian afternoon. When the storm eventually passed, Olivia and Pigal giggled, they had become friends and they held hands. They left together and nothing would ever be the same. What they did not know at the time was that their love for each other was so infectious, when they held hands so did other people. When Pigal leaned in to kiss Olivia people around them kissed. For a love as pure as theirs shall become contagious to those found on the verge of passion. As yawning breeds yawning, kissing breeds kissing. And as time passed Olivia and Pigal began to notice these strange little kissing coincidences happening about them, and this brought even more love to their hearts.

One day after word had gotten out about this they were invited the French President’s rooms for supper. The President and his wife had been secretly unhappy for many years. And so Olivia and Pigal spent the early summer evening walking with them in their lovely garden and wandering through the sumptuous palace. Yet their love it appeared had no effect on the President and his wife. They kissed and the President and his wife moved closer to each other but no kiss became of it. Even when they sat around the table holding hands as if to summon a séance of dead love, Olivia and Pigal could not help the unhappy premier family. The President was furious and embarrassed and threw himself into a rage calling them charlatans and liars, vowing to punish them as they had taken him to be such a fool. The next day a deep fog engulfed the city of Paris and the President ordered that the tree Olivia and Pigal had once upon a time stood beneath in that powerful storm was to be cut down and burned. The park filled with the heavy smoke of their beautiful tree and as the burning touched the faces of the people around them they began to cry. Olivia cried and Pigal hung down his head until tears bounced on his poor leather shoes. The man maintaining the gas lamps cried, a child stopped running, stood still and began to shake with tears from his little shoulders, lovers sobbed and parted, Grandmothers wept into their empty twisted hands, the gardener leaned heavily against his spade and cried unashamedly and dogs howled long into the longest and saddest Parisian night. The sound of low weeping it is said could be heard all across Paris that particular day. It was a wave of sorrow affecting whoever heard it like the sad and mournful song of heavenly sirens. The day would be known as ‘The Tears of Montmartre’.

Next morning the sun shone brightly again and Olivia and Pigal walked to buy croissant and coffee for breakfast at the market. The lovers once again happy that yesterday was over, they kissed before they ate. And the Gendarme forgave the woman whose dog had peed against his boot; she smiled and kissed his cheek. The mime artist blew a kiss to la boulanger femme who gave him patisserie, the artist received a kiss from the critic, the acrobat came down from his wire and kissed the lady in the front row, the glassblower put down his tube and handed the young lady in his studio a goblet made of crystal, the banker forgave the penniless man and the flower seller kissed his wife and threw his bouquet flowers into the air. 

I remembered and smiled.

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We Came This Far

December 2, 2016

Politics for this songwriter is an ugly mouthful of a word. It has no poetry, no beauty, no connotation other than that which it is. To use the word politics in song is to usher in hate and fix the song to it. Politics inspires not love but mistrust. We have been sold to it, not convinced by it.

This film is a beautiful little reminder of just how wonderful humanity can be.