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~~Friday Bishes~~

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:33:21 -0400

~*~Friday Bishes~*~

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Fri, 05 Apr 2013 14:46:15 -0400

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Thu, 28 Mar 2013 14:28:11 -0400

I am so sorry about the spam! Hopefully everything is back to...

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 13:43:27 -0400

I am so sorry about the spam! Hopefully everything is back to normal now…

the world is as soft as lace

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 23:03:08 -0500

"Jean Seberg has short hair. It’s almost become a symbol for her. Now she’s letting it..."

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 17:05:00 -0500

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Jean Seberg has short hair. It’s almost become a symbol for her. Now she’s letting it grow out a little, and she’s delighted because she hates going to the hairdresser. She is small. She has to be careful because she’ll have a tendency in later years to put on weight. She has a beauty mark on her face and used to have a lot more of them … I have the impression that on certain days she looks like a kid, on others like a very old woman.

Morally, I know her less well. She is nervous, a little worried, rather unstable. Her character is more Slavic than American. Her timidity is often mistaken for coldness. In the social world, she feels out of place. From a professional point of view, she has to be careful to avoid facileness by always playing the same parts - charming little girls in charming little stories. She should really play the kinds of roles that attract her - clowns, easy women - roles that are the opposite of her personality.

”

- Jean Seberg on herself in 1960

do lang do lang do lang

Thu, 20 Oct 2011 21:26:00 -0400

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Mon, 17 Oct 2011 22:42:00 -0400

her age is always 22

Fri, 07 Oct 2011 22:24:00 -0400

theparisreview: California Girls

Thu, 18 Aug 2011 22:34:11 -0400

theparisreview:

California Girls

I years had been from home

Sun, 14 Aug 2011 21:21:00 -0400

Sun, 14 Aug 2011 16:52:02 -0400

still cold like the stars

Sun, 19 Jun 2011 23:39:00 -0400

"What do I believe? In the private life In holding up culture In music, Shakespeare,..."

Mon, 02 May 2011 13:07:05 -0400

“What do I believe?
In the private life
In holding up culture
In music, Shakespeare, old buildings”

- Susan Sontag

and down they forgot as up they grew

Mon, 25 Apr 2011 11:10:00 -0400

If things are going wrong for you You know it hurts me too

Fri, 25 Mar 2011 02:03:12 -0400

Humbert's 'Wanted' Poem

Wed, 09 Mar 2011 09:31:16 -0500

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).

Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?

Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-capped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!

Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').

Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.

My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soliel Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?

L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita;
Son fele -- bien fol est qui s'y fie!
Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita!
Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.

Officer, officer, there they go--
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.

Officer, officer, there they are--
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out and take cover.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.

My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But, then one suffers from not loving...."

Wed, 23 Feb 2011 08:41:40 -0500

“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But, then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness — I hope you’re getting this down.”

- woody allen

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Tue, 22 Feb 2011 18:31:03 -0500