On Saturday, September 15, 2018 at 9:40:59 AM UTC-5, kevina...@gmail.com wrote:   
   > Glocca Morra may accidentally be an actual place in real life, but it is   
   intended to be a fictional place in and for the musical Finian’s Rainbow.   
   Even in the play, Glocca Morra is only “sort of” a real place, where   
   Finian and Sharon McLonergan    
   hail from back in Ireland. Or is it that they hail tosuch a place?    
   >     
   > My take on it is that Glocca Morra is more of an idea, or a longing really.   
   For Sharon it’s like Dorthy clicking her ruby heals and wishing,   
   “There’s no place like home.” For Finian, it’s the elusive pot of gold   
   and all the accompanying    
   notions of wealth that he hopes to find at the end of a rainbow. Actually, in   
   his case, he has already has the pot of gold which he ‘borrowed’ from a   
   leprechaun, but he intends to plant it at the rainbow’s end (like Jack’s   
   magic beans) and grow    
   himself a magical fortune.   
   >     
   > Glocca Morra the desired greener grass on the other side of the fence.   
   It’s the carrot strung on a stick in front of a mule that the mule always   
   pursues but never tastes. It is a driving hunger that is never satisfied. For   
   some it is a place. For    
   others it’s a status. For some it is insatiable curiosity. For others it’s   
   fame. Or greater wealth. Or total freedom. For adrenaline junkies it is the   
   search for the ultimate rush. For illicit substance junkies it is shooting for   
   the ultimate high.    
   Oddly, the closer you gets to this sort of goal, the further it get’s from   
   you.   
   >     
   > In the play, Sharon quotes an old legend (thought up by her father Finian).   
   She tells Woody (her soon to be romantic interest):   
   >     
   > “…in Glocca Morra where we come from, there’s an old legend. And it   
   says:   
   > You’ll never grow old And you’ll never grow poor,    
   > If you look to the rainbow Beyond the next moor.”   
   >     
   > At the end of the play Sharon is asked, “Where is Glocca Mora?” She   
   answers,    
   > “Well, you see,    
   > it’s always somewhere…over there.”   
   >     
   > For Finian, Glocca Morra seems always to be beyond the next moor; always   
   ‘over there’; always just out of reach. For Sharon, Glocca Morra seems   
   always to be the nostalgic sense of ‘back there’; a homesick memory of a   
   ghost that can never return    
   to this world. Even if she were able to return to that place, the place would   
   have changed, moved on, and not be what it was in her memories. Sadly, she   
   would find, “The willow was cut down.” So even the willow from the past is   
   a will-o’- wisp    
   always out of reach; an ignis fatuus leading people to a sad  end.   
   >     
   > In the musical, “Paint Your Wagon” the song, “I Was Born Under a   
   Wandering Star,”  indicates that for For Ben Rumson, Glocca Morra would be   
   the act of leaving and saying “good-bye” and heading out to see what’s   
   around the next bend.    
   >     
   > In the movie “Around the Bend” Glocca Morra would be a road trip which   
   becomes a metaphor for, and the means to discover, the desired sense of family.   
   >     
   > In the song “If I Stand” Rich Mullins has a line “And if I weep let it   
   be as a man who is longing for his home.” His lyrics indicate that he has   
   already reached his home, at least by faith, if not yet by sight. But his   
   longing for Glocca Morra    
   will be over on the day he dies and will see it face to face.   
   >     
   > Glocca Morra is actually Finian’s Rainbow. Glocca Morra is  like a rainbow   
   who’s end is an optical illusion who’s end can never be reached because if   
   forever recedes as you approach. Seeking Glocca Morra and Finian’s   
   rainbow’s end are like    
   Don Quixote in Man of La Mancha standing over his armor and answering   
   Dulcinea’s question about what he means by “following the quest” and   
   singing, “The Impossible Dream (The Quest).”   
   >     
   > To dream the impossible dream   
   > To fight the unbeatable foe   
   > To bear with unbearable sorrow   
   > To run where the brave dare not go   
   >    
   > To right the unrightable wrong   
   > To love pure and chaste from afar   
   > To try when your arms are too weary   
   > To reach the unreachable star   
   >    
   > This is my quest to follow that star   
   > No matter how hopeless, no matter how far   
   > To fight for the right without question or pause   
   > To be willing to march into Hell for a heavenly cause   
   >    
   > And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest   
   > That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest   
   >    
   > And the world will be better for this   
   > That one man, scorned and covered with scars   
   > Still strove with his last ounce of courage   
   > To reach the unreachable star   
   >     
   > In the closing scene of Finian’s Rainbow, Finian leaves Rainbow Valley in   
   search for his rainbow.    
   >     
   > "I've an elegant legacy  Waiting for ye   
   > 'Tis a rhyme for your lip  And a song for your heart    
   > To sing it whenever  The world falls apart   
   >     
   > Look, look  Look to the rainbow   
   > Follow it over  The hill and stream    
   > Look, look  Look to the rainbow    
   > Follow the fellow  Who follows a dream    
   >     
   > 'Twas a sumptuous gift  To bequeath to a child   
   > For the lure of that song  Keeps me head runnin’ wild   
   > 'Tis a rhyme for me lip  And a song for me heart    
   > And I sing it whenever  The world falls apart   
   >     
   > Look, look  Look to the rainbow    
   > Follow it over  The hill and stream    
   > Look, look  Look to the rainbow    
   > Follow the fellow  Who follows a dream    
   >     
   > So I bundled me heart  And I roamed the world free     
   > To the East with the light  To the West with the sea    
   > And I searched all the earth  And I scanned all the skies    
   > But I found it at last  In my own true love's eyes    
   >     
   > Look, look  Look to the rainbow    
   > Follow it over  The hill and stream    
   > Look, look  Look to the rainbow     
   > Follow the fellow  Who follows a dream   
      
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