tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296683523407391828.post938039150542563947..comments2023-11-02T15:11:31.976+02:00Comments on ΗΝΩΜΕΝΑ ΒΟΥΣΤΑΣΙΑ: Το ενοίκιοUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296683523407391828.post-18007573396652848602009-09-15T20:52:10.337+03:002009-09-15T20:52:10.337+03:00Θα με κάνεις οπαδό του Ο'Χάρα. Αλλά κάτι τέτοι...Θα με κάνεις οπαδό του Ο'Χάρα. Αλλά κάτι τέτοια μου έκανες πάντα. Βρήκα ένα <a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20421" rel="nofollow">ωραίο αρθράκι</a> περί ποιήσεως του Φρανκ (που μάλλον θα το έχεις ήδη δει κι εσύ). Όσο για το νοίκι θα δώσεις κάτι παραπάνω (παραπάνω, με την ευαγγελική έννοια: "Ἀμὴν λέγω ὑμῖν ὅτι ἡ χήρα αὕτη ἡ πτωχὴ πλεῖον πάντων ἔβαλεν τῶν βαλλόντων") αλλά το σπίτι θα είναι σένιο.kukuzelishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17221577562331121910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296683523407391828.post-36400115069497957352009-09-15T09:55:55.399+03:002009-09-15T09:55:55.399+03:00Ε, τώρα μάλιστα!Ε, τώρα μάλιστα!Γουφhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08820215093075757405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296683523407391828.post-17028157359623473082009-09-15T09:43:34.260+03:002009-09-15T09:43:34.260+03:00Παραθέτω τον δαίμονα των λογισμών μου:
To the Fil...Παραθέτω τον δαίμονα των λογισμών μου:<br /><br />To the Film Industry in Crisis <br />by Frank O'Hara <br /><br /> <br />Not you, lean quarterlies and swarthy periodicals<br />with your studious incursions toward the pomposity of ants,<br />nor you, experimental theatre in which Emotive Fruition<br />is wedding Poetic Insight perpetually, nor you,<br />promenading Grand Opera, obvious as an ear (though you<br />are close to my heart), but you, Motion Picture Industry,<br />it's you I love!<br /><br />In times of crisis, we must all decide again and again whom we love.<br />And give credit where it's due: not to my starched nurse, who taught me<br />how to be bad and not bad rather than good (and has lately availed<br />herself of this information), not to the Catholic Church<br />which is at best an oversolemn introduction to cosmic entertainment,<br />not to the American Legion, which hates everybody, but to you,<br />glorious Silver Screen, tragic Technicolor, amorous Cinemascope,<br />stretching Vistavision and startling Stereophonic Sound, with all<br />your heavenly dimensions and reverberations and iconoclasms! To<br />Richard Barthelmess as the "tol'able" boy barefoot and in pants,<br />Jeanette MacDonald of the flaming hair and lips and long, long neck,<br />Sue Carroll as she sits for eternity on the damaged fender of a car<br />and smiles, Ginger Rogers with her pageboy bob like a sausage<br />on her shuffling shoulders, peach-melba-voiced Fred Astaire of the feet,<br />Eric von Stroheim, the seducer of mountain-climbers' gasping spouses,<br />the Tarzans, each and every one of you (I cannot bring myself to prefer<br />Johnny Weissmuller to Lex Barker, I cannot!), Mae West in a furry sled,<br />her bordello radiance and bland remarks, Rudolph Valentino of the moon,<br />its crushing passions, and moonlike, too, the gentle Norma Shearer,<br />Miriam Hopkins dropping her champagne glass off Joel McCrea's yacht,<br />and crying into the dappled sea, Clark Gable rescuing Gene Tierney<br />from Russia and Allan Jones rescuing Kitty Carlisle from Harpo Marx,<br />Cornel Wilde coughing blood on the piano keys while Merle Oberon berates,<br />Marilyn Monroe in her little spike heels reeling through Niagara Falls,<br />Joseph Cotten puzzling and Orson Welles puzzled and Dolores del Rio<br />eating orchids for lunch and breaking mirrors, Gloria Swanson reclining,<br />and Jean Harlow reclining and wiggling, and Alice Faye reclining<br />and wiggling and singing, Myrna Loy being calm and wise, William Powell<br />in his stunning urbanity, Elizabeth Taylor blossoming, yes, to you<br />and to all you others, the great, the near-great, the featured, the extras<br />who pass quickly and return in dreams saying your one or two lines,<br />my love!<br />Long may you illumine space with your marvellous appearances, delays<br />and enunciations, and may the money of the world glitteringly cover you<br />as you rest after a long day under the kleig lights with your faces<br />in packs for our edification, the way the clouds come often at night<br />but the heavens operate on the star system. It is a divine precedent<br />you perpetuate! Roll on, reels of celluloid, as the great earth rolls on!ΠΕΤΕΦΡΗΣhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08944963232976375621noreply@blogger.com