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Topic: Symphony Recital - by Dorothy Parker
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Heart--Shaped Cross Moderator Posts: 4498 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted May 26, 2007 10:43 AM
Symphony Recital I do not like my state of mind; I'm bitter, querulous, unkind. I hate my legs, I hate my hands, I do not yearn for lovelier lands. I dread the dawn's recurrent light; I hate to go to bed at night. I snoot at simple, earnest folk. I cannot take the simplest joke. I find no peace in paint or type. My world is but a lot of tripe. I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted. For what I think, I'd be arrested. I am not sick. I am not well. My quondam dreams are shot to hell. My soul is crushed, my spirit sore: I do not like me any more. I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse. I ponder on the narrow house. I shudder at the thought of men. I'm due to fall in love again.
- dorothy parker
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BlueRoamer Knowflake Posts: 2709 From: Calm Blue Ocean, Calm Blue Ocean Registered: Jun 2003
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posted May 26, 2007 07:10 PM
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silverstone Knowflake Posts: 1636 From: Registered: Mar 2006
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posted May 27, 2007 03:16 AM
This is one of my favorite poems by Dorothy parker:Resume Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live. -- Dorothy Parker
------------------ Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.... The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ~Robert Frost IP: Logged |
MysticMelody Knowflake Posts: 2047 From: Registered: Dec 2005
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posted May 27, 2007 04:18 AM
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Heart--Shaped Cross Moderator Posts: 4498 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted May 27, 2007 12:18 PM
silverstone,I always liked that one, too. IP: Logged |
future_uncertain Knowflake Posts: 2663 From: ohio Registered: Aug 2004
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posted June 16, 2007 10:09 AM
Dorothy Parker's great. Thanks for posting these. Here is one of my favorites:Unfortunate Coincidence By the time you swear your his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying-- Lady make a note of this: One of you is lying. IP: Logged |
MysticMelody Knowflake Posts: 2047 From: Registered: Dec 2005
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posted June 16, 2007 02:23 PM
Dorothy isn't much of a 'cup half full' type of person, is she... hehe I liked the suicide one during my teenage angst years, but I never delved into her work so this is interesting. Of course, maybe its necessary to specify WHICH suicide poem! hehe The 'might as well live' poem. I never even briefly consider suicide anymore (for over a decade) and now that I have a child I even have a little more "fear of death" because I wouldn't want to leave her in the hands of someone more incompetant than ME. hehe I do flog myself on occassion... Just on every other Tuesday... sometimes a Thursday thrown in once or twice a year to spice things up... I'm just kidding. I'm so stressed out lately I have to joke or I would spend the entire day rocking back and forth begging the Universe to "stop with the Knowledge already!!!" I think prying open the scientific and mathematic doors of my mind and allowing the new information to flow back and forth to make all the connections to the things I already know might just drive me mad. But we'll see. My can-koosie says "I know God won't give me anything I can't handle... I just wish he wouldn't trust me so much." Amen
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