the poor dancing girl she won't dance again

‘If I should die,’ said I to myself, ‘I have left no immortal work behind me - nothing to make my friends proud of my memory - but I have lov’d the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remember’d.’ - John Keats

“Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.” - Kurt Vonnegut

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I spoke with Merrie Spaeth, who was 14 years old when she starred opposite Peter Sellers in The World of Henry Orient and Lynn Stalmaster, who received the first-ever single card “Casting by” credit in the main titles of a film for The Thomas Crown Affair, at the TCMFF last Thursday

YAM Magazine » Archive » TCM Classic Film Festival 2014: Red Carpet Briefings

This is the time of year
when almost every night
the frail, illegal fire balloons appear.
Climbing the mountain height,

rising toward a saint
still honored in these parts,
the paper chambers flush and fill with light
that comes and goes, like hearts.

Once up against the sky it’s hard
to tell them from the stars—
planets, that is—the tinted ones:
Venus going down, or Mars,

or the pale green one. With a wind,
they flare and falter, wobble and toss;
but if it’s still they steer between
the kite sticks of the Southern Cross,

receding, dwindling, solemnly
and steadily forsaking us,
or, in the downdraft from a peak,
suddenly turning dangerous.

Last night another big one fell.
It splattered like an egg of fire
against the cliff behind the house.
The flame ran down. We saw the pair

of owls who nest there flying up
and up, their whirling black-and-white
stained bright pink underneath, until
they shrieked up out of sight.

The ancient owls’ nest must have burned.
Hastily, all alone,
a glistening armadillo left the scene,
rose-flecked, head down, tail down,

and then a baby rabbit jumped out,
short-eared, to our surprise.
So soft!—a handful of intangible ash
with fixed, ignited eyes.

Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry! O falling fire and piercing cry and panic,
and a weak mailed fist clenched ignorant against the sky!

The Armadillo (For Robert Lowell) by Elizabeth Bishop

Frank: Hello, my love.
Breezy: Hello, my life.
Frank: I don’t know. If we’re lucky, we might last a year.
Breezy: A year? Just…just think of it Frank! A whole year!

Movie Quote of the Day – Breezy, 1973 (dir. Clint Eastwood) | the diary of a film history fanatic

Breezy, 1973 (dir. Clint Eastwood)

An Unmarried Woman, 1978 (dir. Paul Mazursky)