Sunday, June 6, 2010


"I continue to create because writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale." Alice Childress.
We got a breathless sky and a quiet rain with bird songs in the trees. Rain falling straight down, tapping the leaves into a stunning tremble of lively green joy. A visiting crow sits in the leafy cathedral to pray.
Mae S has lost another friend! So she was "thinking of old age at its most splendid." But Klinkenborg remembered his "mother found it difficult to laugh". Not every old age is splendid and there must be days without laughter.
I'm not yet a quarter through Edna Ferber's "Giant". So I got the movie from the library. I've seen it before, of course. It has a second disc with bonus material which I will also watch. I read somewhere that James Dean was not pleased with his portrayal of the older Jett Rink and wanted to do it over. But director Geo Stevens had already spent too much money and time on "Giant". Dean died in an auto accident before the film was complete. His scenes in the story were done and he decided to go on a long road trip in his silver Porsche, which he called "the little bastard". He was 23 when they started filming and it took 3 years to finish so he might have been 25-26.

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