Word (in every sense) comes from The Guardian that Russell Crowe composed a poem to read at Sunday night's Empire Film Awards ceremony. After receiving an "actor of our lifetime" award (!) (wouldn't that describe any actor during our, ah, lifetime?), Crowe whipped out this bit of verse:
I am celebrating my love for you with a pint of beer and a new tattoo.
Imagine there's no heaven.
I don't know if you're loving somebody. To be a poet and not know the trade, to be a lover and repel all women. Twin ironies by which great saints are made, the agonising pincer-jaws of heaven.
If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue, walk with kings but not lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much;
yours is the earth and everything that's in it and what's more, you'll be a man.
It's only words, and words are all I have, to take your breath away.
Hmm... (This is me back again, not Russell Crowe.) John Lennon, Kipling, and the Bee Gees as quotations; the you/tattoo rhyme, those "pincer-jaws" of heaven... It's only words, and The Guardian wasn't letting on whether they took the audience's collective breath away.
Colleague Viggo Mortensen made reference to Crowe's "unfathomable literay aspirations." But hey, if Michael Madsen can publish a book of poetry, who's going to tell Ye Bearded Phone-Thrower he can't write verse?
This isn't the first time Crowe composed an occasional poem. He tried to read a poem of his when he won an BAFTA but they cut to a commercial (and he apparently had a tantrum). Poor Russell, can't catch a break.
Posted by: Stacey | March 31, 2009 at 04:28 PM
I hurl my cell phone
at the snarky concierge
oh no, not again
Posted by: Bill C | March 31, 2009 at 04:36 PM
Viggo Mortensen is quite the writer himself. He did a reading at Antioch University Los Angeles a few years ago.
Posted by: Jenny Factor | March 31, 2009 at 07:14 PM
What interests me most about the poem from Crowe is how he formulated it. I don't really understand how all of it flows together to encompass his "actor of our lifetime" award. But in a way, I still liked it. Maybe it's just that I'm not understanding the piece, but the different quotations within it are an interesting twist.
Posted by: Amanda Buechel | March 31, 2009 at 08:14 PM
The collection of quotes (he never said it was a "poem") included part of the Kavanagh poem that was edited out by the BBC at the BAFTA's several years ago. So he got to say it in the end after all.
Good for him.
Posted by: Liz | April 01, 2009 at 09:31 PM