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Jeff Bridges - Vanity Fair interview

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Jeff Bridges: The Vanity Fair Interview

Jennifer Jones has died at 90

AP: Jennifer Jones has died -- Loved her in most everything

Jeff Bridges - Crazy Heart

One of my favorite actors -- in a role just made for him..... Jeff Bridges on Crazy Heart - The NY Times audio NY Times review of the film

Auden Poem

I just watched "Four Weddings and a Funeral" once again, and teared up once again when John Hannah, at his companion Gareth's  (Simon Callow) funeral,  read Auden's poem about losing a loved one - W H Auden - John Hannah Funeral Blues -- WH Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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Apt Quote

Thomas Merton: "... The peculiar grace of a Shaker chair is due to the fact than an angel might come and sit on it."

U2 and Millay

There are good words  in the LA Times blog for the song U2 wrote for end credits for the new Sheridan film, Brothers. I thought the line - "Summer sang in me,"  was familiar, and so it is - See Edna St Vincent Millay's sonnet below. I wonder if she will get credit at all..... What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply; And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain, For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone; I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.

Final paragraphs - The Dead by James Joyce

Some of the most beautifully written words in the English language -- The Dead - James Joyce:

Generous tears filled Gabriel's eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman, but he knew that such a feeling must be love. The tears gathered more thickly in his eyes and in the partial darkness he imagined he saw the form of a young man standing under a dripping tree. Other forms were near. His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and flickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a grey impalpable world: the solid world itself, which these dead had one time reared and lived in, was dissolving and dwindling. A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

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