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March 24, 2011


Lovely post. She was a goddess indeed, belonging to all of us, in the same way that, for example, Marlene Dietrich and Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman belong to us all. Are there equivalents today, I mean among the young? Thanks for the memory. -- DL

Thanks for understanding. I am sure there are equivalents, but this kind of feeling probably starts when you are young and then gets tested by maturity. Mine obviously lasted if in muted form.

Great distinctions made here. Not so obsessive sounding. The equivalents, as you say, have to be in the biz a long time, and the outsider has to attach that young. I felt close to Tatum O'Neal when I saw her in Paper Moon, but she didn't really have a career in movies as much as a wild social life way too young. I wanted to be her friend, I wanted her to slow down. I do defend her in her adult troubles, but I don't worship her. Elizabeth Taylor was a part of the old model of movie making and that model is long gone. It's hard to find equivalents to that.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

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