Another actor I adore dies. Not a big surprise, I guess – she was not exactly young – but it makes me sad. I guess that when actors of her generation pass away, more than anything I stop to remember, and I’m reminded that I’m not young anymore. So many great movies, so many great actors, so much I did years and years ago with friends I may have lost along the way. I was looking at the Bacall filmography, smiling and remembering, and it occured to me that most these movies I have seen I no longer remember when, where, or who I was with.
Anyway. Time to watch The Big Sleep one more time. And be thankful for all the memories.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?