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Ugh!
ReplyDeleteIf you enjoyed Resumé to that degree, Joe, you undoubtedly will ADORE this:
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There’s little in taking or giving,
There’s little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest’s for a clam in a shell,
So I’m thinking of throwing the battle —
Would you kindly direct me to hell?
~ Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)
PS: I happen to love DP intensely, because I have seen beyod the brittle wit and mannered expressions of self-pity. Behind the facade she built with great skill and sonsummate craftsmanship to shield herself from the wprst aspects of Human Nature, lurked a Great Heart and a nature filled with infinite sweetness.
So mind your manners, please when referring to favoites of mine.
Oy!
DeleteJoe, I'm sure you're capable of giving us far more than monosyllabic grunts of disapproval.
DeleteWe are always more interested in learning WHY people think as they do than WHAT they think.
Because all these poems are of "surrender", either of
Delete'life' or of 'principle'. 'F that.
I see you've missed the great tongue-in-cheek humor in these.
DeleteOnly Parker could poke fun at methods of committing suicide and get away with it.
As I said above: I happen to love DP intensely, because I have seen beyond the brittle wit and mannered, –– almost burlesqued –– expressions of self-pity.
Behind the facade she built with great skill and sonsummate craftsmanship to shield herself from the worst aspects of Human Nature, lurked a Great Heart and a nature filled with infinite sweetness.
I meant every word.
I've read just about everything Parker ever wrote, and admire her tremendously. She was a true original with an utterly brilliant mind. Like many extremely bright people she found the manifold idiocies and cruelties of the world hard to bear., so what? That does nothing to dminish her importance as an artist.
I could hardly fault her for that.
;P
Delete“If wild my breast and sore my pride,
I bask in dreams of suicide,
If cool my heart and high my head
I think 'How lucky are the dead.”
― Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker
"The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble." --Walter Benjamin
DeleteRoses might be red
ReplyDeleteViolets might be purple
hilrod clinton
Just die you bitch.
Old harridans never die
DeleteThey just smell that way.
P____H____E_____W_____!
The Hillary brand curdled on the shelf long ago.
DeleteTessie of Tallahassee said
DeleteAt this point, LAdy B., it's more likely the hag is suffering from a severe case of FREEZER BURN.
She's QUEEN of the REJECTS now.
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ReplyDeleteThe end of the Democratic Party is near! The juveniles in charge are all but destroying it.. Y'all have exhausted every single common decency that it once had and polarized this country into complete dysfunction and trivial encounters over your MARCHES, RIOTING PROTESTS, while the CORRUPTION, DECEPTION, and INCOMPETENCE mounts in Washington, DC. At this rate, your great great grandchildren are gonna look back at the demise of the Democrats and wonder how stupidity got to this level....
ReplyDeleteAlthough I share your avid thirst
DeleteTo see the Party of the Ass
From our country finally pass
It's far more likely we'll go first.
That would be no big surprise
Since D'Rats long for our demise
Their schemes will bring about the worst.
~ Cassandra Wales
She was a hottie back in the day. I'd bang her.
ReplyDeleteShe might have appreciated it if you had –– depending on how appeal\ing YOU might have looked to her, of course.
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That girl wrote some good poetry. I'd love to see one about old Tranny Granny Pelousi.
ReplyDeleteYou know after her "historic" 8 hr speech her Depends was so damn full it took four staffers with gas masks and hazmat suits to cart the damn thing out to the dumpster.
P_____H_____E_____W_____!
DeleteIn future, Vinnie, please take your toilet humor back to the seventh grade where it belongs.
I am no fan of Nana Pelousy, believe me, but surely she deserves better than THAT.
She's a year older than I, and I could no more STAND for eight hours even in my comfy old robe and slippers than I could fly across the Pacific by flapping my arms in the breeze.
Like it or appreciate it, or not, yagotta gve the old she-devil her due.
What she did was an AMAZING FEAT of Physical Endurance.
THEY may NEVER be fair to US, but it WE are not FAIR to THEM, we are NO BETTER than THEY.
Gotcha, chief! I'll tone it down.
DeleteThey were probably propping her up with sticks from behind they way they did Breznev in the old Soviet Union.
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DeleteONE of MANY THINGS that MAKE SUICIDE SEEM an ATTRACTIVE ALTERNATIVE
ReplyDelete_______ ROCK CONCERT _______
I see the bright flash of splintering glass
And the moaning whine of a great turbine
Tortures my ears.
A thousand bullets tear through the air
Each finding its mark in the heart
Of an expectant listener
And through the ensuing rending pain
I hear this new and mean refrain
What once was sweet has turned to gall
And strength employd just to appall
The congregation in the concert hall.
Humor is lead. Tenderness dead,
And all sense of style is dissolved in a bile
Whose bitterness cannot be said,
But can only be felt
In the crash of the Beat at monotonous speed
That prompts only the question
"Where will this lead?"
~ FreeThinke
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ReplyDeleteYour remark was totally unrelated to the content of the post. It also had a sneering cntemptuos tone.
DeleteWe don't permit any of that here, escept on rare occasions.
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ReplyDeleteThose beatnic poets are not my cup of tea, I'll tell you that!
ReplyDeleteFreeThinke old pal,
Could you compose a verse or two about the most diabolical political genius in US history, Hellahag Clinton?
From the NY Post:
Hillary Clinton ...paid for and created allegations against her Republican opponent, gave them to law enforcement, then tipped friendly media to the investigation. And it is almost certain FBI agents supporting Clinton were among the anonymous sources.
In fact, the Clinton connections are so fundamental that there probably would not have been an FBI investigation without her involvement.
That makes hers a brazen work of political genius — and perhaps the dirtiest dirty trick ever played in presidential history. Following her manipulation of the party operation to thwart Bernie Sanders in the primary...
America owes me an apology. Unlike that money-grubbing bitch, I did what I did because I love this beautiful nation.
Hillary looked into the magic mirror and this exchange ensued.
Delete“Mirror, mirror in my hand,
Who's the fairest in the land?”
The mirror sighed,
And then replied,
"The men have got you beat hands down,
You wretched, rump-sprung, braying clown."
Hope for Resurrection in Steatopygia*
DeleteAs Hill'ry passed the magic glass
She caught a glimpse of her fat ass.
"Mirror, thank you," she just said.
“I thought my chances now were dead,
“But you have done me lots of good.
“I see that I must have black blood."
~ FreeThinke (3/14/08)
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* ste·a·to·py·gia
noun Etymology: New Latin, from steat-, stear + Greek pygē buttocks
Date: 1879
an excessive development of fat on the buttocks that occurs chiefly among women of some African tribes, especially the Hottentots
— ste·a·to·py·gous\ or ste·a·to·py·gic
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ReplyDeleteAmerica owes me an apology. Unlike that money-grubbing bitch, I did what I did because I love this beautiful nation.
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That girl wrote some good poetry. I'd love to see one about old Tranny Granny Pelousi.
ReplyDeleteYou know after her "historic" 8 hr speech her Depends was so damn full it took four staffers with gas masks and hazmat suits to cart the damn thing out to the dumpster.
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