Play the piano drunk like a percussion intstrument.

[Charles Bukowski]

“An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way.”

thank you.

[Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe, Brigitte Bardot, Sue Lyon]

"We'll go over the wall. Whose car should we use?"
"Any one!"
"How about that blue one?"
"Oh no, that's mine!"
[Frank Sinatra, Grace Kelly, High Society]


"Dolores, do you still have that bottle of vermouth? We've got bourbon, we can make Manhattans! Go get some paper cups."
[Marilyn Monroe, Some Like it Hot]


"I like you better without the hat and cigar."
[Brigitte Bardot, Contempt]


"I haven't missed you. In fact, I've been revoltingly unfaithful to you."
[Sue Lyon, Lolita]

I'm not a smoker,

but that cigarette the other night reminded me of smoking Camel straights with Heather on her Grandma's balcony and talking about being in love.

And it reminded me of stumbling down certain Parisian streets quite early in the morning with kids I hardly knew and sharing a Gitanes with someone while conversing in my terrible French.

It reminded me of being in those woods we love, playing Scopa under the stars and laughing at ourselves through Cigarillo smoke.

It reminded me of gathering everyone on that old deck at the end of the street, the smell of the ocean in my nose and its sandy, breezy perfection at my fingertips--smoking Eric's cigarettes and them all saying it somehow suited me. Sitting by that open fire, talking about being adventurous and getting excited about life and being young and sometimes foolish.

Yes, Definitely.

Remember that time we tried to ride your bicycle together?
Me precariously balanced on the handlebars
and then suddenly air born
and then saying hello to the pavement with my knees?

It's been a while.

[Saint Germain des Angles, France]

Sweet words, where did you go--
I thought perhaps I had lost you.
Your dormant cries,
whispering now, again
in small and appealing phrases.

Slipping easily between my sheets
your hands, warm, inviting
running down my back, my legs
and finding that ticklish spot on my knee.

Ah, there you are.
Let us swim and tango and love.

Don't Call Me Liz.

One of Old Hollywood's most gorgeous women passed away today.
Dame Elizabeth Taylor will be remembered by the world for her serious lavender eyes, her puerile voice and her tumultuous love life.
I will always remember her as the girl who drove Monty Clift to murder in A Place in the Sun (1951), and the wife who almost drove Paul Newman to madness in Cat On a Hot Tin Roof (1958).
Yes, her personal life was fraught with intrigue, booze and scandal, (she was, afterall, the first celebrity to openly check into the Betty Ford Clinic), but her love of animals, her sense of style and the over 50 films in which she starred throughout her carreer, will carry her legacy on through Hollywood history.







I would also highly recommend C. David Heymann's Liz: An Inimate Biography of Elizabeth Taylor.

"I'm always late, it's part of my charm!"

Howard Hughes.

I finished my latest read, Howard Hughes: The Untold Story. Again my love for old Hollywood stars and their biographies is justified. Such a page-turner! I think the best part is that Howard Hughes was involved with just about every woman in Hollywood at that time. So reading this book was something like reading mini biographies of Ava Gardner, Katharine Hepburn, Ginger Rogers, and Jean Peters (to name just a few).