G C Lichtenberg: “It is as if our languages were confounded: when we want a thought, they bring us a word; when we ask for a word, they give us a dash; and when we expect a dash, there comes a piece of bawdy.”

Shel Silverstein : “Talked my head off Worked my tail off Cried my eyes out Walked my feet off Sang my heart out So you see, There’s really not much left of me.” ~

Martin Amis: “Gogol is funny, Tolstoy in his merciless clarity is funny, and Dostoyevsky, funnily enough, is very funny indeed; moreover, the final generation of Russian literature, before it was destroyed by Lenin and Stalin, remained emphatically comic — Bunin, Bely, Bulgakov, Zamyatin. The novel is comic because life is comic (until the inevitable tragedy of the fifth act);...”

Werner Herzog: “We are surrounded by worn-out, banal, useless and exhausted images, limping and dragging themselves behind the rest of our cultural evolution.”

John Gray: "Unlike Schopenhauer, who lamented the human lot, Leopardi believed that the best response to life is laughter. What fascinated Schopenhauer, along with many later writers, was Leopardi’s insistence that illusion is necessary to human happiness."

Justin E.H. Smith: “One should of course take seriously serious efforts to improve society. But when these efforts fail, in whole or in part, it is only humor that offers redemption. So far, human expectations have always been strained, and have always come, give or take a bit, to nothing. In this respect reality itself has the form of a joke, and humor the force of truth.”

विलास सारंग: "… . . 1000 नंतर ज्या प्रकारची संस्कृती रुढ झाली , त्यामध्ये साधारणत्व विश्वात्मकता हे गुण प्राय: लुप्त झाले...आपली संस्कृती अकाली विश्वात्मक साधारणतेला मुकली आहे."

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

She Never Made Jam...Ava Gardner

75 years ago, in 1941, Ava Gardner (1922-1990) made her debut in films.



Shawn Levy, ‘Dolce Vita Confidential: Fellini, Loren, Pucci, Paparazzi, amd the Swinging High Life of 1950s Rome’:

“...But the 1950s were allowing for a brassier and more overtly sexual image of feminine allure to emerge on movie screens than previously, and Hollywood would send a specimen of that sort to Rome in November 1953: Ava Gardner flew in after divorcing Frank Sinatra, to blow off a little steam at the nightclubs that were starting to pop up around town, to acquire a hand-fit wardrobe of couture dresses, and, almost incidentally, to play the title role in Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s The Barefoot Contessa, a story of a poor girl turned man-eating diva that was, apparently, personally tailored to Gardner as a bespoke gown...”


Ava Gardner:

“You can sum up my life in a sentence, honey: She made movies, she made out, and she made a fucking mess of her life. But she never made jam.”
(‘Ava Gardner: The Secret Conversations’ by Peter Evans & Ava Gardner)







courtesy: respective copyright owners of the images

No comments: