Elizabeth Taylor is releasing her love letters from Richard Burton this week which thrills me since they are one of my top ten couples ever. You get married to the same person twice? A big bucket of crazy. And crazy is what makes love so grand. That and eloquent letters from Richard Burton, a brilliant actor even if he was reduced near the end of his life to acting in Exorcist Two for his booze money, wearing a belt on his head and saying, The tone is getting deeper. This type of sad act shows you the evil power of the demon rum.
I read an article that says divorce lawyer have started using Facebook as evidence of infidelity. Depressing. All those gorgeous faithless love letters reduced to WTF and LOL and BTW and pictures of downing cheap beer in clothes that will eventually go into the Oh Lord, Did I Really Wear That? category. I'm obviously not advocating infidelity, but I am suggesting that perhaps we have lost some much needed mystery in our world. Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Not me, Richard and Liz look like they are having a blast. I'm more afraid of not having any fun and people thinking I did.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"It may be -- I hope it is -- redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable." William Golding
Cocktail Hour
Novel suggestion: Imperfect Birds Anne Lammott
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Wednesday!
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Don’t know which is prettier: the poet or her poems. It’s very pleasant reading your works and their memories; you’re very good writer. Between Heaven and Detroit, Never Blend In … great reads. Thank that you’d share them.
Also, I especially like your daily Spells- very cool stuff (I'll stop by often) ...
Hi Babes, I have always wrote long, silly love letters! Hope nobody kept 'em, tho. Anne Lammott has a new book out? Thanks for the tip--she is one of my favorites! xo
Seems my best letter writing was written to those who'd broken my heart. I think I might still have the originals of some of those around here somewhere. but I feel too good tonight to look for them.
I was there, Michelle, in the dark, at the Warner Theater on the evening of June 17, 1977, one of the first in line to see Exorcist II: The Heretic. Beside me, Mr. Ryan, my old history teacher from junior high, with whom I had remained friends. We both had loved The Exorcist when it came out in 1973 and our expectations for the sequel were high: My God! Richard Burton was starring in it! It was going to be the best movie sequel since Godfather II! More demons that the first book of Paradise Lost: Pandemonium Redux!
Alas, it was not to be! Bizarre metaphysics and locusts...an already chubby Linda Blair dancing in a crumbling house with some kind of bolas...Kitty Winn goes up like a roman candle...
I remember walking out of the theater into the warm near-summer Morgantown night with Mr. Ryan, the both of us stunned.
Eventually my old history professor, the first person of true intellect with whom I had ever associated, broke the silence using the Socratic Method to which he had made me so accustomed. He asked:
"What the fuck was that?"
In my opinion, Lawyers CAN HAVE the Facebook.
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