The meowing bird

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greeneyes55: Montmartre Paris 1957 Photo: Inge Morath

Sun, 19 May 2013 07:26:42 -0400

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Montmartre Paris 1957

Photo: Inge Morath

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Sat, 18 May 2013 22:10:23 -0400

oldloves: Bill Murray on Gilda Radner: “Gilda got married and...

Sat, 18 May 2013 07:11:24 -0400

oldloves:

Bill Murray on Gilda Radner:

“Gilda got married and went away. None of us saw her anymore. There was one good thing: Laraine had a party one night, a great party at her house. And I ended up being the disk jockey. She just had forty-fives, and not that many, so you really had to work the music end of it. There was a collection of like the funniest people in the world at this party. Somehow Sam Kinison sticks in my brain. The whole Monty Python group was there, most of us from the show, a lot of other funny people, and Gilda. Gilda showed up and she’d already had cancer and gone into remission and then had it again, I guess. Anyway she was slim. We hadn’t seen her in a long time. And she started doing, “I’ve got to go,” and she was just going to leave, and I was like, “Going to leave?” It felt like she was going to really leave forever.

So we started carrying her around, in a way that we could only do with her. We carried her up and down the stairs, around the house, repeatedly, for a long time, until I was exhausted. Then Danny did it for a while. Then I did it again. We just kept carrying her; we did it in teams. We kept carrying her around, but like upside down, every which way—over your shoulder and under your arm, carrying her like luggage. And that went on for more than an hour—maybe an hour and a half—just carrying her around and saying, “She’s leaving! This could be it! Now come on, this could be the last time we see her. Gilda’s leaving, and remember that she was very sick—hello?”

We worked all aspects of it, but it started with just, “She’s leaving, I don’t know if you’ve said good-bye to her.” And we said good-bye to the same people ten, twenty times, you know.

And because these people were really funny, every person we’d drag her up to would just do like five minutes on her, with Gilda upside down in this sort of tortured position, which she absolutely loved. She was laughing so hard we could have lost her right then and there.

It was just one of the best parties I’ve ever been to in my life. I’ll always remember it. It was the last time I saw her.”

- from Live from New York: an Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live

aquaticwonder: Strike Through

Wed, 15 May 2013 11:48:46 -0400

aquaticwonder:

~~Strike Through~~

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commovente: Young couple cuddling as they sit down in a hole in...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:16:11 -0400

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Young couple cuddling as they sit down in a hole in the sand while others lie around behind them on a hot Independence Day at the beach. Photo by Ralph Crane, 1949.

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these are the colors i want my life to become

04 24 2013 - selah

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 23:43:59 -0400

I found him gently whispering his favorite passages to the gardenias while lying his head against a prideful tower of novels stacked in the dewy morning grass. I wandered the pebbled walkway with my grandmother’s pale quilt draped across bare shoulders. “Some words are too fragile to be read loudly,” he said as he smelled the pages like a man would his lover’s perfume, “some deserve to travel into the shifting sands of the desert or disappear among the faceless seascapes of still waters.”

It wasn’t his courage i loved, but all the words he could never afford to say. the unspoken moments left between blank spaces of poetry. the silence between every page turn of a book. the shapes letters were never meant to form.

a man once afraid to touch me. the way museums force you to gaze at treasured paintings behind velvet ropes and body guards. thoughts lingering between breaths swearing you knew the chiseled sculptures when they were once the mourned bodies of men and women. the way Lazarus’ wife must’ve watched for her husband to stir after his second death. the way Samson’s heart broke as he laid still when Delilah sheered his hair with a betraying dull pocket knife.

he was kind. he knew me the way the dawning Sun sets Everest’s snow on fire in the morning light. he whispered poems along my collar bone, he breathed air into my marbled lungs.

he lived his childhood by east coast beaches and felt the sorrows of young werther during his winter walks along the Atlantic. he watched the sand and snow’s infatuations like insecure misguided lovers unsure of how to touch. he adored the sea. and in a matter of years—i watched him become a part of her; her who drowned Edna Pontellier, her who overcame Virginia Woolf, the river who baptized a messiah, the sand storm’s unattainable love.

he became my rip tide, and i watched as he faded into the Black Sea; returning to a glass menagerie of immortally preserved faces—denied a death, unable to decay.

and so, i whisper his words to our gardenias. i whisper his words to the red clay of Africa stained in my hair. to the sky at Arthur’s Seat on the hills of Edinburgh. to the seashells I found at low tide in the Thames River passing through London. his words silently etched alongside the street art of Rue Saint-Laurent in Montreal.

disappear into me, my dear.

selah

Andy Warhol working on Elvis I and II, 1963

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 01:32:10 -0400

Andy Warhol working on Elvis I and II, 1963

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jonklassen: I drew a duck for a thing that will i will post...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 12:46:28 -0400

jonklassen:

I drew a duck for a thing that will i will post details about later.

The duck’s pose owes more than a little bit to this great book:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duck,_Death_and_the_Tulip