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(Burlington Free Press)   Vermont's Ruth Stone now in the Dead Poets Society   (burlingtonfreepress.com) divider line 16
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2011-11-26 11:59:30 PM
I miss her already.
 
2011-11-26 11:59:42 PM
Goodnight old lady.
 
2011-11-27 12:40:42 AM
movieactors.com

RIP Ruth Gordon
 
2011-11-27 12:46:40 AM
There once was a Stone from Vermont
Arranging-up words was her wont
But now she's stone-cold
And starting to mold
In the house on the hill that she'll haunt.
 
2011-11-27 01:22:01 AM
RIP Keith Stone
 
2011-11-27 01:25:23 AM

friedlinx: [movieactors.com image 533x355]

RIP Ruth Gordon


You have no idea how much I love that film. Especially the last scene with Cat Stevens' "Trouble" and the Jaguar hearse. I have it somewhere on my hard drive, so thanks for the reminder!
 
2011-11-27 01:28:18 AM

zato_ichi: RIP Keith Stone


That was pretty smooth post.
 
2011-11-27 03:42:22 AM
Lighter Than Air

The fat girl next door would give us a nickel
to walk to the old man's store
and get her an ice-cream cone,
vanilla, of course, the only flavor then.
On Powotan Avenue, Aunt Harriet and I would take
turns licking it all the way back.
It was hot that summer and we longed
to go to Virginia Beach and put our toes in the tide.
[trained every day and the James River swelled
up to our doorsteps.
Aunt Harriet and I wore tight rubber bathing caps
and long saggy bathing suits. How skinny we were.
She was nine and I was six. The lightning flashed
and we hid in the closet; the thunder crashed.
We had straight, bobbed hair and bangs.
Once a dirigible moved above the tops of the trees,
with little ladders dangling down, and we waved.

How It Is

The sensible living
aren't interested in the dead,
unless there is money in it.
So little you can do with them.
What they say is in your head.
They visit in dreams but turn their backs
when you beg them to stay.
They are never hiding in your closet.
Empty jackets, loose sleeves yawn
on the hangers. Their cold feet
that they rubbed and rubbed
with their long sensitive fingers,
before they put on their socks,
never come back with their fine
fitted bones to warm your bed.

The Porch

Whatsoever comes to the screen,
firefly or moth,
I lean back in the wicker chair,
the porch my fragile skin
between me
and the gorgeous open maw,
the suckling swallowing world.
 
2011-11-27 04:09:01 AM

dickfreckle: friedlinx: [movieactors.com image 533x355]

RIP Ruth Gordon

You have no idea how much I love that film. Especially the last scene with Cat Stevens' "Trouble" and the Jaguar hearse. I have it somewhere on my hard drive, so thanks for the reminder!


Just watched it last night after not seeing it for several years. Great movie that has held up well over time.
 
2011-11-27 09:31:51 AM
CARPE DIEM
 
2011-11-27 10:19:29 AM
I guess if I were back on the Reed College quad and said I didn't know who this was, I'd get dogpiled.
 
2011-11-27 04:27:03 PM
ComicBookGuy I guess if I were back on the Reed College quad and said I didn't know who this was, I'd get dogpiled.

"American poetry has gotten what it's deserved. It´ll come awake again when poets start speaking to people who have to pay the rent, and fark the same woman for thirty years. That's off the record, that's really nasty" -David Foster Wallace(& yes, his wife was a poet)
 
2011-11-27 08:16:37 PM
YAWP
 
2011-11-27 09:20:28 PM
FlyingJ: ComicBookGuy I guess if I were back on the Reed College quad and said I didn't know who this was, I'd get dogpiled.

"American poetry has gotten what it's deserved. It´ll come awake again when poets start speaking to people who have to pay the rent, and fark the same woman for thirty years. That's off the record, that's really nasty" -David Foster Wallace(& yes, his wife was a poet)


I really, really like DFW as a person. I wish he hadn't got so depressed. :C
 
2011-11-28 07:27:11 AM
I'll admit that the world of literature has suffered because many poets and fiction writers have decided to write for themselves or to fit the MFA formula.

There are, however, many great writers who are producing great stuff. Unfortunately, society no longer looks to poets and fiction writers to reconceptualize and interpret modern living. Instead, we look to The Situation or Sarah Palin.
 
2011-11-28 07:07:16 PM

Coelacanth: The Porch

Whatsoever comes to the screen,
firefly or moth,
I lean back in the wicker chair,
the porch my fragile skin
between me
and the gorgeous open maw,
the suckling swallowing world.


www.celsius1414.com
 
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