Melancholic Ponderer Mugs

Lord Byron

Pastorius wonders why.

I've decided to shift down a few gears.'

"Events seem to be headed in the right direction. Unfortunately, it's not taking me with it."

"The artist-in-residence is struggling a bit, but other than that we're fine."

"These brisk fall afternoons remind me of Chekhov, which reminds me of Putin, then Trump, the alt-right, facism, nuclear weapons ... let's go home."

The Bar & Grill of Ordinary Men: Quiet Desperation 11 am - closing (Karaoke on Saturday)

'I hate my life.

'Dreams of how it might have been.'

A depressed artist imagines a drawing, but it turns black.

"Woke up this mornin', Found myself trapped in the Blues genre..."

"Our flavors of the day are Prodigal, Importune, and Mal de Siècle."

"Perhaps a dirge would lift your spirits?"

"I asked Bill to accompany this presentation with something in a haunting minor key."

Books: Success stories & Sob stories.

"I never got a chance to say 'Shut up.' "

'I think our marriage would make a great country song.'

Man has storm cloud umbrella.

Floating away

Items from the Fall 2018 Melancholia Catalogue.

Tears

"I like sad songs."

"I'm full of an unspeakable sadness and it goes a little something like this..."

Where the boulevard of broken dreams crosses the avenue of broken appliances...

Tailpiece to E Dowson's 'The Pierrot of the Minute'

There's a tear in my beer.

Philip Larkin.

'Your work is so bleak, so despairing, your angst so wrenching. I've never read a party invitation quite like it before.'

Looking miserable out there today...

"I'd like to dedicate my next song to that delightful little table in the corner."

A Winter's Day by Mary Lou Fleckner

"This drink? It's called loneliness. Care to join me?"

Brenda Sanchez undergoes her daily moment of ‘Woe Is me.'

"The pit of despair. That's new, isn't it?"