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.
Sadly, I can not think of Dorothy Parker without lamenting the first boy who broke my heart.
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Long story....but somehow I think she'd appreciate it.
Sweetie, I'm sorry to hear that, but yes, it does seem appropriate.
ReplyDeleteSheer Poetry!!!
ReplyDeleteOddly enough, I did a Parker post and had no idea it was her birthday!
ReplyDeleteThat is my favorite poem of hers, too. You and I have so much in common! Well, that, anyway.
Mistress MJ's fave Dorothy Parker poem...
ReplyDeleteI like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I'm under the table,
after four I'm under my host.
oh my god....you're not marie?
ReplyDeleteRazors pain you. Rivers are damp. Acid stains you. Drugs cause cramp.
ReplyDeleteGuns aren't lawful. Nooses give.
Gas smells awful. You might as well live.
Men seldom make passes
ReplyDeleteAt girls who wear glasses.