#fiddler jones

[martamelis]

Spoon River Anthology - Fiddler Jones

Moleskine

Ink, Tombow ABT and Collage

2017

By Marta Melis

http://martamelis.tumblr.com

[reggiehyperfixates]

Just finished closing night for my first big production!!!!!!!! So proud of myself :3 I played Amanda Barker, Margaret Fuller Slack, and Fiddler Jones in Spoon River Anthology, so 2 sad ladies with horrible husbands and a REALLY ENERGETIC FIDDLER. I had so much fun though, especially because of my fellow cast members. Anyways, I ended up with forty acres, I ended up with a broken fiddle, and a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, and not a single regret.

[talkinghead2]

And if the people find you can fiddle,  Why, fiddle you must, for all your life

"Spoon River Anthology", Edgar Lee Masters

[nikdalloway]

I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle - And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, And not a single regret.

Spoon River Anthology - Edgar Lee Masters

[purplebowties]

I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, And not a single regret.

(Fiddler Jones, Edgar Lee Masters)

[thesesquipedalianist]

Fiddler Jones

THE earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, Why, fiddle you must, for all your life. What do you see, a harvest of clover? Or a meadow to walk through to the river? The wind's in the corn; you rub your hands For beeves hereafter ready for market; Or else you hear the rustle of skirts Like the girls when dancing at Little Grove. To Cooney Potter a pillar of dust Or whirling leaves meant ruinous drouth; They looked to me like Red-Head Sammy Stepping it off, to "Toor-a-Loor." How could I till my forty acres Not to speak of getting more, With a medley of horns, bassoons and piccolos Stirred in my brain by crows and robins And the creak of a wind-mill--only these? And I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle-- And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, And not a single regret

[wondersomewords-blog]

I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle— And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, And not a single regret.

Edgar Lee Masters, Fiddler Jones