Archive for March, 2012

Musea Art Contest 3/27/12

March 27, 2012

This word means a total work of art – an artwork that merges many types of art in to a total single work.
Gesamtkunstwerk . I had no correct answers. Seems your total answer was shy some part! I don’t dumb down, so please wise up!

Now on to a new Q.: Win a copy of my NEW cd CALLED ‘30′! – (first anti-band CD) or my NEWER cd CALLED ‘NEXT”(‘06) or my NEWEST cd CALLED ‘THIRDS” (May ‘07) or my MORE NEWEST cd Called “FOUR-TH” (‘08) or my MOST NEWEST cd CALLED ‘5-TH (Nov.’09) or my MORE NEWEST NEWEST cd CALLED ‘6-TH’(Feb ’12)( one of the 6 CD set). (has them all plus videos and more) if you are the first to E-MAIL ME AT THIS ADDRESS: tom-hendricks @ blanks of course) with the correct answer to this art question.

FINE PRINT: The CD prize is only available to those with mailing addresses in the US. Foreign winners will have to settle for the miniscule fame alone, and the satisfaction of a job well done. But don’t forget you can listen to all the music on the website, whether you won or lost – and I’d be glad if you did!

This major known and celebrated American writer, said his favorite work was his biography of Joan of Arc. And that it took him 12 years of preparation and 2 years of writing to make. Name that author.

Good luck!

Readers, IF you like these puzzles and would like to resend them to friends, post them on any newsgroup, or any website, please do so. The more the merrier! For tons of past quizzes go to, the musea website at or the Musea blog at And don’t forget the music/videos at Friends welcome) (all my videos)

Tom Hendricks (editor of the 17 year old zine Musea) ZINE, Named one of the best ZINES by UTNE magazine. Featured on ROCKETBOOM) MUSIC, 5 full CD’s of free Post-Bands Music) BLOG for Musea, Art Contests, Weekly E-mail Messages)

Poems written in March

March 19, 2012

Poems written in March 2012
Comments welcome.
[poem notes in brackets like this]

1 [Rainy day poem]

It’s cloudy,
but the Moon
will return.”

My hand
pulls the shades
and muffles
the rain.

2 [Idea from a Zen story]

the pail of water
held the Moon.
it’s reflection bobbing
on the surface.

the weight was heavy.
the bottom fell out.
I watched as it slowly
leaked away.

3 [Animated rocks!]

the statue was stone
yet more friendly than some –
opened for all
with no appointment.


this path
has a mind of its own.
sometimes it’ll take you there,
and sometimes it won’t

5 [Inspired by an ancient poem by An-Jen]

the boy in the boat so far away
picks up his umbrella and opens it
not to block out the pouring rain
but to catch the blowing wind!

6 [Kid’s Poem – needs illustrations]

“Bell the Cat,”
said the Mouse
“So we will know
when he’s about.”

“Bell the Mouse,”
said the Cat
“So I can find just
where he’s at.”

7 [Adaptation Poem!]

I’ll paint me a parrot
any colors I want
and somewhere in the jungle
there’s one to match

8 [This poem is virtually a verbatim quote from the classic on “Mysticism
by Evelyn Underhill – mostly 4 beats to the line]


Transcendental matters are, for most of us,
always beyond the margins because
most of us give up our consciousness
to the occupation of the senses
and permit them to construct a universe
where we are contented to remain.

In certain states – recollection, contemplation,
ecstasy, and their allied conditions,
does the self continue to turn out
the usual tenants,

shut the gateways of the flesh and let
those submerged powers that can pick up
messages from another plane of being,
have their turn.

Then it is the sense world
which retreats beyond the margins
and another landscape that rushes in.


My computer is a little old. It still has tubes.

When this politician sings, he proves he is lying about pitch too.

If you are going to draw a dragon, draw it with smoke, draw it with fire!

You know I must be a good writer. I’ve never won a literary contest.

Great paintings are not sloppy, but they aren’t prissy either.

For every good idea there are ten thick skulls to block it.

She wanted Chinese. I wanted Mexican. We met in the middle and had seafood.

Tom Hendricks
(editor of the 19 year old zine Musea)
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BLOG for Musea, Art Contests, Weekly E-mail Messages)

Myspace, What Happened?

March 19, 2012

Musea E-mail Club #539


Most of us agree that the consolidation of the arts into so few corporate hands (Big 6 – see below) is not good for the arts. When that hand full of conglomerates not only make and distribute the art; but, review the art they make too – that is too much. That’s reason enough to do some trust busting. BUT

Most of us think , somewhere in the back of our minds, that these business leaders, though hard on quality art, are probably pretty good at business – right? More and more I think that is wrong! Bad art is bad business. Take MYSPACE (please! as Henny Youngman would say).

CNN reported that Myspace sold for $35 million last year, and noted that it was “far less than the $580 million News Corp. paid for Myspace in 2005.” – Wikipedia on Myspace

Now let’s do the math here. News Corp. or FOX and Rupert Murdock as we know it, bought Myspace for 580 and sold it last year for 35. Loss of $545 million. Guess what? I could run the company, do nothing, upset no one, and not loose $545 million! So could you. Bad art is bad business.

Myspace, that used to be a vibrant place to dress up a personal webpage with a lot of individual originality, was destroyed by, among other things, a hunger for quick profit and ad greed. Overall the changes made to the site by ‘businessmen’ were for more profit for myspace, not for supporting or helping myspace users. That never works, and it didn’t work here. So Fox then sold it for a great loss.

We need to bring back great art, but as a side note – we need to bring back businessmen who get it – see that the art is what has value, and enhance great art, not destroy it.

Myspace – what is your future now? 100 million, one time users – I included – still wonder.

Big 6

Big 6 link
Tom Hendricks
(editor of the 19 year old zine Musea)
ZINE, Named one of the best ZINES by UTNE magazine. Featured on ROCKETBOOM)
MUSIC, 5 full CD’s of free Post-Bands Music)
BLOG for Musea, Art Contests, Weekly E-mail Messages) (Myspace Page, New Friends welcome) (Youtube Page, features all my 60 videos) BIG LIST (Big World Music List, best and first worldwide new music list.)


Yes it’s Official, 6-TH CD, now ONLINE

March 13, 2012

Trumpets please … Yes it’s official the new CD, my 6th CD, titled ‘6-TH” is now out and left home for an online world tour.

Hunkasaurus and His Pet Dog Guitar / 6-TH

Hear it here


OR here


Read about each song here

6-TH song list and descriptions

Let me know what you think

Tom Hendricks
(editor of the 18 year old zine Musea)
ZINE, Named one of the best ZINES by UTNE magazine. Featured on ROCKETBOOM)
MUSIC, 5 full CD’s of free Post-Bands Music)
BLOG for Musea, Art Contests, Weekly E-mail Messages)

Poem: Relaxed After Reading ….

March 10, 2012

Relaxed after reading
I closed my book.
My eyelids follow
and there appeared stairs.

I began to descend
step after step.
The light of my lantern
bounced off the quartz
embedded in the walls.

I blinked my eyes
and a draft of air,
a repeating echo,
swept me away…

across an ocean
and an ocean beyond
across outer space
across time itself …

There appeared ahead
a high raised place.
I stood on a mountain top
and surveyed all around me:
enchanted woods
in front of blue mountains,
and a sky full of stars
peeping in the day.
Flocks of birds flying,
and calling down to herds
grazing together
around the water;
bleating and mooing
in a joyful noise!

And though mild weather,
snow began to fall
so heavy and fast
I couldn’t see.
It blinded my view
and swept me away …

Now on a tower
high over a city.
People moving about
in every direction
like ants on a hill;
busy and happy,
honking and chatting …

I felt I could fly
and lifted away.
A draft pulled me up.
I followed the current
into a cloud …

I awoke on a sea
as vast as the sky.
A breeze softly blew
like a melody.
“Ahoy! Ahoy!
sailors and fishes!
Come out! Come out!
Let me take a gander.”
Seabirds squawking,
sails snapping,
I laughed and laughed …

A wave came on board.
Salt in the water.
I rubbed my eyes
as a stout tide
gave a tug
and pulled me away –
riding the crest …

I came to a halt
and opening my eyes
cliffs all around me
of red red iron.
I’m riding an asteroid
through busy space.
Constellations formed.
More lights appeared.
The voids filled up.
Music swelled.

I now stood in front
of a great wall of light.
Looking up to see
if I could spot the top,
I raised my hand
like it held a lantern.
And raised it again,
and raised it once more,
and fell back asleep …

My book on my lap
in my comfortable chair,
a reading light humming
above my head,
a clock softly ticking …

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