Belated Holiday Wishes

Colleen is ready for the weather.

It hit me on Christmas Night that I'd neglected to wish all my readers a very happy holiday!   My apologies and I hope you had a lovely one!

Did any of you get socked by the blizzard?  We're still trying to dig out the house!

Belated Holiday Wishes

Colleen is ready for the weather.

It hit me on Christmas Night that I'd neglected to wish all my readers a very happy holiday!   My apologies and I hope you had a lovely one!

Did any of you get socked by the blizzard?  We're still trying to dig out the house!

My labor of love gets a mention!

Silent Stanzas, the silent film poetry blog I write, has gotten a mention from both the Louise Brooks Society (wow!) and The Kid in the Front Row. 

You can read the posts here:

Louise Brooks Society - http://louisebrookssociety.blogspot.com/2010/12/stanzas-about-louise-brooks.html


The Kid in the Front Row - http://www.kidinthefrontrow.com/2010/12/jingle-blogs.html
 
Cool!
 
 

Another blog mention!

Bebe and her mother catch up on the latest film blogs.

Both Silent Stanzas and Chris Edwards' wonderful blog Silent Volume get a shout-out in this post from The Kid in the Front Row.  Lots of other great blogs to check out as well!

Read it here:

http://www.kidinthefrontrow.com/2010/12/jingle-blogs.html

Silent Stanzas on the LBS!

Thomas Gladysz of the Louise Brooks Society has posted an entry about poetry and film, and highlighted Silent Stanzas - in particular, "Scrubbie's Sonnet".  Click here to read!

The Man Who Had Everything

The boy next door, the bon vivant,
the off-screen lush, the dilettante,
the king of self-defeating hype,
celebutantic prototype.
The Pickford name would serve him well
(though through him, tarnished straight to hell);
talent was but secondary
to his lifestyle legendary!
A candle burning at both ends?
Jack's fuse flashed strong and bright -
mercurial in many ways,
he could not last the night.

Jack Pickford

1967

He looked at the chart
and his heart jumped a bit --
the spectre of Time
never failed with His wit.

He pulled back the sheet;
in the space of a breath
they were both young and beautiful,
laughing at death.

Forging a path
through bigotry's weeds,
talent their ticket,
charisma their creed;

But decades march on
and paths change and falter.
Former successes
are laid at Fate's altar,

Until reunited
in irony's glow --
"The Black Valentino",
"The Brown Clara Bow".

Lorenzo Tucker, "The Black Valentino"

Nina Mae McKinney, "The Brown Clara Bow" / "The Black Garbo"