I went to renew my poetic license today, but they said first I need to do an I exam

 

Parker was a wise-cracking bitter drunk with an extremely opinionated irritating condescending character, who kept explaining to everyone why they were stupid, and why she is even more so. And this is exactly why people loved her.

 

 

You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

    Opinions / Science / Theory of Relative Ignorance  
 

..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

    Art & Culture / Music / Blues / Robert Johnson  

Dorothy Parker – The Vicious circle

Don't look at me in that tone of voice."
 

I love to see the smile people have on their face when I mention the name Dorothy parker. It’s a crooked smile, a cynical smile, a tongue in cheek smile, but hey, a smile is a smile, and a poet that can make you smile is much better then ones who make you cry.

 
This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it."
 

Parker was a wise-cracking bitter drunk with an extremely opinionated irritating condescending character, who kept explaining to everyone why they were stupid, and why she is even more so. And this is exactly why people loved her.

 

If I abstain from fun and such,
I'll probably amount to much,
But I shall stay the way I am,
Because I do not give a damn…"

 

These days I don’t really see 'drunk' as an essential part of being a creative person, but when I first bumped into one of her poems it was the perfect timing. Mid twenties, with a heavy drinking habit and cynical beyond reproach. She was the light in the sarcastic night , a candle in the wind of normal people leading oh so normal life around me, and she was funny. What more can you ask for?

 
There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest's for a clam in a shell,
So I'm thinking of throwing the battle ---
Would you kindly direct me to hell?"
 

Can you think of a better suicide note? I think one of the reasons I am still alive today is because I knew I couldn’t kill myself before I write a suicide note as perfect as this one. Yes, I know, suicide is bad for you bla bla bla, but if you are going to do it, at least leave a good note, right? Parker herself died of a heart attack when she was seventy three.

 

Sometimes I think I'll give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day."

 

She was a brilliant writer and was happy to turn her sword of a pen towards those who were on the wrong side of human progress, becoming an advocate for human rights and anti-fascism. In her will she left her estate to the martin Luther king foundation. She was always joking about earning so much for doing so little and the pursuit of the next cheque.

 

If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to."

 

One of the small anecdotes I love about parker is the fact she started her career as a stand-in for p.g. woodhouse in vanity fair. And that, for me, says it all. Big shoes to fill, and with high heels she did.

 
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly.
It should be thrown with great force."
 

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