I am twenty,
drifting in la chalupa,
the blue boat painted with roses,
where do you find these?
River gonna take me, sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home
It’s a far gone lullaby sung many years ago
Mama, Mama, many worlds I’ve come since I first left home
Going home, going home
By the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
Going to plant a weeping willow
On the bank’s green edge it will grow, grow, grow
1. “My poor sight gives me an advantage. I can’t see the people in the audience who are scratching their heads while I am lost in my role and giving everything I have to the drama.” ~Maria Callas
2. Callas also had very poor eyesight which required her to wear very thick spectacles in order to see at all, a thing she refused to do onstage with the result that she was virtually blind during performances. In fact, during a performance of Tosca at Covent Garden she leaned too far over a candle and her hair caught fire. Improvising magnificently, Tito Gobbi, as the loathsome Scarpia, extinguished the fire by throwing water at her before the audience had noticed. Although they weren’t much use for seeing with, her eyes were a great asset for her acting, in turns flashing like a demon then shining like an angel.
(no. 2 here)
“I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old; but now I am a woman again – as I always am when I write.”
(not bad for finding my other half wouldn’t you say?)
today as i was driving down mcdowell road a woman pushing a shopping cart wore a turban and cardigan.
the homeless in phoenix are quite chic.