Greensleeves

[Doreen Peri]

nice poem.

try gershwin.

[stilltrucking]

I am glad somebody knows what I mean. Now I wish I knew what I meant

LR wrote:

I know what you mean, truck see Scott and Zelda

Not sure what that had to do with Zelda and Scott. But I am still thinking about it. They she was a brilliant writer. I read some on them, they say that some of Fitzgerald's best work was done in collaboration with her.

You mean life on the screen? Oh yes, there no bizness like showbiz


I don’t what to say clay when I spoke about life on the screen I was thinking about a professor at M.I.T. Sherry Turkle et al and her work on “Identity on The Internet”

I was thinking that your collaboration started on the internet and I wondered if I was seeing the end of it here on the internet. I hope not. I got a feeling like I was a little kid again and mommy and daddy are fighting. My interest is cold blooded. This is all about me. This is the only place on the internet that I GO>



What makes this place work you asked once. Most of all I think it works because of Doreen and You.

I been thinking about this song as I been writing this.
http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/kris ... 13036.html

Chorus:
Don't ever cuss that fiddle, boy
Unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there in trouble, boy
Ain't nothin' but another side of you
If we ever get to heaven, boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together
So let's settle down and steal each other's songs

[Doreen Peri]

You witnessed the beginning of it, 'trucking, and you are now witnessing the end of it. I'm sorry.

It's OK. It's best this way.

This place will continue... of course!

[stilltrucking]

This song makes my flesh creep and my hands clammy

If you say so Doreen I am sure it is, for the best.

This place will continue, sure. Life it does go on.

But what I would like to know is are you kind, are you still friends.


Clay I am still thinking about that Zelda and Fitzgerald remark. You know what i mean? Not sure Clay what you meant. I mean they were the last thing on my mind. I was thinking about musicianship if there is such a word, see I am still niave enough to be in earnest.

I could not live with a woman CLay, it makes my heart sink just thinking about. My sister stayed with me for about month last year and it was intense. I am solitary to my core. And desperate as I am for the dialogue of the skin the thought of living with one all the time gives me goosebumps.

You know your wind sounded good on Greensleaves, you still smoking?

[Doreen Peri]

Clay was probably referring to Scott & Zelda's stormy relationship. He smokes pack after pack. Yep. I know you didn't ask me but I'm answering. No smoking in the house, though. Ha! Right.

We once wrote this...
http://www.stormpages.com/gitdown/backu ... epage.html

Looks like they added a lot of ads. Yeah friends would be good. I'd like that. Sometimes that's the kindest.

Funny thing is, I'm rehearsing Gershwin's "Our Love is Here to Stay." How ironic is that? But according to my critic, I'm probably playing the notes in all the wrong places and not keeping the beat.

[stilltrucking]

In early 1930 Zelda suffered her first mental breakdown and was committed to Prangins Clinic in Switzerland, where she was diagnosed as schizophrenic, at that time a sort of omnibus diagnosis that included anyone suffering from psychosis. The pursuit of an outside career by a woman was considered a symptom of the disease. So, as part of her "re-education" programdesigned to make her focus on being a wife and mother-Zelda was forbidden to work.

Released in 1931, she moved with Scott back to America and resumed both writing and painting. Unfortunately, she suffered a relapse of mental problems and was this time sent to Phipps Clinic at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore. At Phipps, doctors realized the need for meaningful work as part of her therapy, and she was allowed two hours a day to either write or paint. During her stay, she read a number of books on art, including several on art theory. She told a reporter, "When I was nineteen, I thought Botticelli was unbeautiful because the women in the Primavera did not look like the girls in the Follies. But now I don't expect Ann Pennington to hold the same charm for me as a Matisse odalisque." Obviously her tastes had grown more sophisticated and modernist. She was encouraged in her painting in therapy sessions with Dr. Frederic Wertham, who was one of the first psychiatrists to use art therapy for diagnostic purposes. Wertham had developed a mosaic test in which patients assembled small multicolored wooden pieces into free-form patterns. Though it was intended to evaluate patients' ego organization, Zelda used it in her watercolors to develop an unorthodox sense of color patterning, sometimes creating a multicolored background reminiscent of patchwork. Over time, Zelda gave eleven watercolors to Dr. Wertham in gratitude for his teaching and support.
The art did seem to have therapeutic value and, after repeated requests for Scott's permission, she was released from Phipps. She continued to paint and took lessons in oil technique in Baltimore. In 1933 she exhibited what critics called a "strange and powerful" still life at the Independent Artists' Exhibition at Baltimore's Museum of Art. The oil painting, called Tiger Lilies, has since disappeared; only black-and-white photos of it still exist. Biographer Sally Cline points out that her brushstrokes in it show an emotional energy similar to Van Gogh, who was one of Zelda's heroes as a painter, as was Georgia O'Keefe. Zelda's flowers, like those of Van Gogh and O'Keefe, seem to have ominous overtones and sexual suggestiveness.
http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_q ... 33894/pg_2

Zelda was crazy. Or maybe not. Many women have been martyred to male conceptions of what a healthy mind set for a woman should be. Chinese wrapped their feet, Europen’s tried to wrap her mind.. I don’t know. I was just thinking about Baltimore. I don’t know nothing about relationships. I don’t get them. Glad that part of my life is over. I feel berry berry free.

And yet every day it gets a little harder to go on.
Emotional intelligence, I never read that book. SOmepeople are born more mature than others. Some people are born mellow, some are born without shadows, some are born with their insides out.

all i know is that i am sorry
if you and clay are not friends
then none of us are.
just my opinion

best wishes to you both

[Doreen Peri]

Hmm... yeah, that's what happened to her. Maybe he was saying I'm crazy, like Zelda? LOL! It's possible. He wrote a poem recently dedicating it to a crazy woman. Or something like that.

We included the going crazy part and the mental institution reference in the Scott & Zelda piece I linked to. It goes on for page after page after page. YIKES! Links to the pages are on there.

Of COURSE we're still friends, truckin! I hope we remain friends for the rest of our lives. Hell, he still lives here rightn now and everything! Can't live with someone who isn't my friend.

Who knows what will happen? Honestly, dating would be nice. I'd like that, too.

Problem is, I think I was one of those people born with shadows and with my insides out, too. I need to get myself figured out. Obviously, I get my feelings hurt too easily when I am being so-called "critiqued" for one thing. I'm too inside out. Who would want to live with someone like that? It's quite possible God designed me to go solo 'cause lord knows, I can be a bitch. Was Eve a bitch?

[stilltrucking]

With no offense to the Christians
I got to say Eve was not the bitch, imo.
That mighty smighty god of my mother's was a bitch.

Even so it is still all about Ich and Du for me.
Joel had a nice poem on creative that reminded me of Buber
Somehow for me it did. But I probably did not get it.
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=10230


I will read the posts. I don't remember seeing them before.

Thank you.


I was straightening out my book shelf and I found that book about Zelda
It is called the The Collected Writngs of Zelda Fitzgerald. The University of Alabama Press, Edited by Matthew J Buruccoli, with an indroduction by Mary Gordon.

From the introduction:

To the memory of Frances Fitzgerald Lanahan Smith
91921-1986)
Eleanor Lanahan
Samuel J. Lanahan
Cecilla Lanahan Ross

In dedicating this collection of our grandmother's writings to the memory of our mother we are certain that she would have been very pleased to see Zelda Fitzgerald's work published in a volume of her own. In this area that was so close to her heart we think it best to let our mother speak for herself. Therefore, we submit to the reader the following excerpts from an introduction she wrote for an exhibition catalogue of Grandmother's paintings in the Montgomery Museum of Fine arts in April 1974


I was suprised, when Women's Lib finally became part of our national consciousness, to find that my mother was considered by many to be one of the more flamboyant symbols of The Movement. To a new generations, the generation of her grandchildren she was the classic "put down" wife, whose efforts to express her artistic nature was thwarted by a typically male chauvinst husband (except that authors are the worst kind, since they spend so much time around the house) Finally' in a sort of ultimate rebellion, she withdrew altogether from the arena; it's a script that reads well, and will probably remain a part of the "Scot and Zelda" mythology forever, but is not in my opinion, accurate.

It is my impression that my father greatly appreciated and encouraged his wife's unusual talents and ebullient imagination. ...

I don't know if you have read God Bless Mr Rosewater, one of
my favorite novels by Vonnegut. It had a character that reminded me of Zelda.

I think Zelda's undoing was the dancing, been a long time since I read another book I can't remember the title but it was something about Scott and Zelda had a pair of ballet shoes on the cover.

Her dancing it seemed to me a pararable of the red shoes.

She could do everything Doreen, have you ever seen her art work? Read her fiction?

friendship
That is good news, I am going to read all the pages of your collaberation now. Be back latter if I got any more to say.

[WIREMAN]

this is better than his song that hermans hermits did back in the 60's..........."i got married to the widow next door,she's been married 7 times before".............

[Lightning Rod]

I had a bass player one
time
six foot seven guy
big hands
he was a child prodigy on the piano
mother made him practice alla time
he hated her
but he could play chopin like a dream
when he played bass for me
he would tune the bass in another room and come out perfectly tuned
perfect pitch
but he had no idea of what swing was
terrible bass player
in real music
you keep the beat in your head
and play around it
it's what provides the dynamics
the synergy

[Lightning Rod]

Who knows what will happen? Honestly, dating would be nice. I'd like that, too.

try eHarmony

[Doreen Peri]

No thanks. I don't believe in meeting people on the computer.

in real music
you keep the beat in your head
and play around it
it's what provides the dynamics
the synergy

Exactly. That's what I do. But I not only play around it and keep it in my head.... I play ON it and keep it in the music.

[Lightning Rod]

No thanks. I don't believe in meeting people on the computer.

I know, you've had bad luck at it.

[Doreen Peri]

I've had much worse luck meeting them in person.

It's best probably not to meet anybody at all.