07-31-2019, 10:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-31-2019, 10:05 AM by RiverNotch.)
I have to reread a lot for 22, so here, like two months late, after a long delay from my one-month-late streak, with a tiny bit of cheating (although i didn't count the quotes when i wrote this anyway),
The Purple Rose of Cairo
1
Here we have another separation.
I'm flying home to Hollywood while you're stuck
divorced and desolate in the theatre
watching over and over Fred Astaire
carried by Ginger Rogers' charm to heaven.
Last year I featured in a fancier flick,
Death Takes a Holiday. Not your kind of picture.
"There are only three games: love, money, and war."
2
Tell me what war
a woman of our time should fight
other than a thankless job
or a family that broke apart
shortly after the honeymoon.
To say you failed by some fatal flaw
would be a thoughtless, pointless gesture.
After all, we're in the same boat:
evenings you hustle with glitz and glamour
while I work a diner by day.
How did I catch your other-you's eye
anyway? I'm nothing.
3
Don't be obtuse, you're Mia Farrow:
the director is your partner.
4
"I wish that we may never meet
when you are less beautiful, and I must be less kind."
I caught it, alright.
I suppose all words on the subject have this strange way
of stumbling back to cliché. "Love is a kind
of madness, love is blind."
If you say I'm an actress on a screen,
fine by me. I'd think you were too kind
if I wasn't blind.
I suppose we were always actor and actress,
our story all a creature of the screen.
The screen that fed us, entertained us--- kept us blind.
5
And Fredric March, in a booming voice, replied,
"What could terror mean to me, who has nothing to fear?"
The Purple Rose of Cairo
1
Here we have another separation.
I'm flying home to Hollywood while you're stuck
divorced and desolate in the theatre
watching over and over Fred Astaire
carried by Ginger Rogers' charm to heaven.
Last year I featured in a fancier flick,
Death Takes a Holiday. Not your kind of picture.
"There are only three games: love, money, and war."
2
Tell me what war
a woman of our time should fight
other than a thankless job
or a family that broke apart
shortly after the honeymoon.
To say you failed by some fatal flaw
would be a thoughtless, pointless gesture.
After all, we're in the same boat:
evenings you hustle with glitz and glamour
while I work a diner by day.
How did I catch your other-you's eye
anyway? I'm nothing.
3
Don't be obtuse, you're Mia Farrow:
the director is your partner.
4
"I wish that we may never meet
when you are less beautiful, and I must be less kind."
I caught it, alright.
I suppose all words on the subject have this strange way
of stumbling back to cliché. "Love is a kind
of madness, love is blind."
If you say I'm an actress on a screen,
fine by me. I'd think you were too kind
if I wasn't blind.
I suppose we were always actor and actress,
our story all a creature of the screen.
The screen that fed us, entertained us--- kept us blind.
5
And Fredric March, in a booming voice, replied,
"What could terror mean to me, who has nothing to fear?"