Monday, August 22, 2011

What Fresh Hell is This?

Today is Dorothy Parker's birthday. In her honor, I plan to do no housework, knock back some vicodan and recite my favorite Parker ode:

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
a medley of extemporanea;
and love is a thing that can never go wrong.
And I am Marie of Romania.

This is not Miss Parker. It is a glorious cycle of something or the other.

8 comments:

  1. Sadly, I can not think of Dorothy Parker without lamenting the first boy who broke my heart.
    ahem

    Long story....but somehow I think she'd appreciate it.

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  2. Sweetie, I'm sorry to hear that, but yes, it does seem appropriate.

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  3. Oddly enough, I did a Parker post and had no idea it was her birthday!

    That is my favorite poem of hers, too. You and I have so much in common! Well, that, anyway.

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  4. Mistress MJ's fave Dorothy Parker poem...

    I like to have a martini,
    Two at the very most.
    After three I'm under the table,
    after four I'm under my host.

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  5. Razors pain you. Rivers are damp. Acid stains you. Drugs cause cramp.
    Guns aren't lawful. Nooses give.
    Gas smells awful. You might as well live.

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  6. Men seldom make passes
    At girls who wear glasses.

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