Showing posts with label lost in the Holly woods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lost in the Holly woods. Show all posts

Saturday, November 13, 2021

Abyssinia

 
 
 
 

 
 
Abyssinia
 
 
She wanted out
before they came with
the Chicago overcoat,
but her luck was never aces,
like a filly four men own a leg of;
still her eyes. She had lamps like
two shots of fizz, a nightcap in themselves
and the bob she got to peeve her mother
she thought fit her like a laurel glove
when she left the farm behind her
when life began to wind her
like a two dollar watch.

She climbed the satin stairway 
to a sky of empty sockets just west
of Hooverville and the L.A.summer moon.
She bumped gums with the butter and egg man, 
the man who stepped on stars, another flicker
for his candle on the purple velvet couch. He cast 
her sixth behind Lugosi, the girl who screams
her heart out in a movie off the cob. He gave her eyes
a number in a book with a hundred others
who ran away from their mothers
to an apple filled with worms.

After Fatty took the Rappe,
before the Dahlia bloomed her ink smudge,
she hollered, "Abyssinia," kissed off
 the painted desert, hooked up
with the junior props boy, and threw the watch
away. They moved to North Dakota, and
she told her grandkids nothing
about being sixth behind Lugosi,
about cadillacs and canaries
about L.A. in January,
about the girl too many owned a leg of
or the man who stepped on stars.


November 2021











 
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The Sunday Muse, whose theme today is
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Note: Abysinnia is '30's slang for "I'll be seeing you." A Chicago overcoat likewise for a coffin. To 'own a leg of' a horse is to be part of a syndicate which mutually invests in a racehorse for profit, bumping gums is to talk aimlessly or too much, especially about yourself. You can look up the rest of the slang I've used   here,   the Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle/Virginia Rappe scandal which rocked 1920's Hollywood  here,  and the notorious Los Angeles Black Dahlia murder case which sold so many newspapers  here.
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
Images: Mischa Barton posed as early film star Louise Brooks, via Sunday Muse  Fair Use
Still from the 1929 German film Pandora's Box, starring Louise Brooks and Fritz Kortner  Fair Use
 

Friday, April 20, 2012

Gone With The Wind



Poster - Gone With the Wind 01



"..I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind..."
~Ernest Dowson, Mitchell's source for the final title


Gone with the Wind


I read the book then saw the movie; sad.
I dread the look the author must have had
When she saw her Scarlett on the screen
thin and flat as a paperdoll that screamed.

But still the sets, the dresses, widescreen shots
Shut out the gutted edits of the plot.
In hoops the glittering ladies waltzed like dolls.
In whoops the ballroom laughter, fans and shawls

Made it feel we graced that dance of time
Faded into glitter, forced to rhyme.
Missing sauce, I'm Melanie the meek
Kissing faithless Scarlett on the cheek,

Knowing Ashley couldn’t make his move,
Showing Rhett what women have to prove.
Six hundred twenty thousand soldiers died.
Tricks and love scenes, Scarlett’s stubborn pride

Are what we got wrapped up in 40’s glam;
War and Rhett frankly didn’t give a damn.



April 2012

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Mary's Mixed Bag



Framed Couplets
 (Couplets in iambic pentameter where both first and last syllables rhyme.)


Process Notes: I read Gone With The Wind three times in my adolescence, and loved every page of it, not only because of Mitchell's well-drawn characters, but because of all the rich historical detail she included--battles, facts, and thousands of lines about the background and mechanics of the Civil War itself, and through which she made them illustrate that historical period in detail (not that I didn't love as well all the soap opera antics of her main characters.) I was terribly disappointed by the movie--Hollywood at its most superficial, despite the lavish trappings and the excellent cast. But perhaps no film can ever have the scope of a thousand page novel. Anyway, both book and film are deservedly classics, and no slur is intended toward Vivien Leigh, though she never was the Scarlett I saw reading the book. To me Olivia de Havilland was THE actress in that one. And wonderful as Leslie Howard was, all one could do was scratch one's head and wonder what on *earth* Scarlett was thinking when she had Clark Gable eating out of her hand.




Image: Film poster for Gone With the Wind, 1939, By Employee(s) of MGM 
Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons