Thursday, August 14, 2008

FOR DOROTHY






CREDIT ANNIE LIEBOVITZ WITH MAKING ME CRY OVER A PICTURE...OR TWO...NOT
THESE BUT WE HAVE A FRIEND THAT WILL LIKE THESE FROM A "VOGUE" SHOOT IN 2005.
Another friend, Gewels, takes pictures almost a stunningly as Annie, would know just what to say about these because she matches pictures and words real well, but I'll move on to another subject before I start getting all mushy and stuff.
No, lets go ahead and get a little mushy.
What is it that makes us cry?
When I broke my leg I didn't cry near as much as when my heart got broke. And I didn't cry at all the times I shot myself in the foot. Not right away.
Why do I cry when I think about Wilma Rudolph overcoming Polio and having 21 siblings only to rise and win three Gold Medals in Track at the Olympics in Rome, 1960?
Its a different cry from the time I cried when the Cowboys lost to the Steelers.
I doubt if I will cry if Michael Phelps makes his goal of 8 Gold medals; all he has overcome is big ears and a DWI.
I might cry if he misses it by one and scores a Silver.
Almost Michael.
Why do I crY at the midpoint of "The Old Ways" by Loreena Mckinnet from her album "The Visit"? EVERYTIME.
Its a different cry from when I hear a Rap song.
It is amazing to me what us humans can overcome and how close to perfection we can rise, all the while being so flawed and fragile.
Liebovitz took a photo of John Lennon, naked, fetal and fragile, wrapped around Yoko Ono for the Rolling Stone magazine.
Its a fairly unflattering and clumsy photo, but not so much as to make you cry.
On his way home that night John Lennon was shot and killed.
That'll 'bout do it.

8 comments:

leslie said...

Howdy, Bullet!
Came over here from Minx's place.
Thanks for backin' me up on the word "ornery".
It is indeed a Term of Endearment.
So far, I have found your blog writing to be delightful. I will lurk around some more...

Never cried so hard as when I realized a few years ago that my mother had given away my Teddy Bear. I mean, real inconsolable blubbering sobs...

GEWELS said...

If we walk far enough we will come to some place, ”
said Dorothy, taking the yellow brick road
in slippers of silver—not red––to outpace
the standard of gold the bricks hinted in code.

If you read between lines books like “Wizard of Oz”
you may get the strangest of answers
to problems you may have considered because
the roads where you read are not Kansas.

Oh to be tripping through the poppies with 3 men, my dog and GORGEOUS red shoes....

I'm a cryer- try not to be, but I is.

bulletholes said...

Hey Leslie! I remember you from a Scribblers site last year....you were in Austin down by the ol Hippie Hollow I think, saving an ornery Wolf Pup? Is that right?

At first i was ready to disagree about ornery, mainly bnecausde I am so disagreeable, but then i got to thinin' about the one or two times I been caaled that and realized ornery is honorable.

Gewels- yes! I needed you earlier!
I need you now? BRING SLIPPERS AND a rOBINS eGG bLUE dRESS.
it was plain as the nose on my face....all i had to do was look to the book for the captions!

Anonymous said...

WOWWWWWWEEEEEEEE

Those are some smokin' hot red shoes !!! Boy would I love to have a pair of them wrapped around my feet right now.....

it almost makes me wanna cry!!

"Come on, Toto - let's take a spin on that old bicycle in the barn ... maybe I'll run into a chick with red shoes. You can be my point man: divert the beauty while i take the shoes ...."

GrizzBabe said...

Can I be the black Glenda the Good Witch, who's just a little bit bad?

leslie said...

Hey Bulletholes,
I saved a rabid fox from Austin City Park... is that what you remember?

Only the finest people have called me ornery, and it always made me smile!

bulletholes said...

Yeah,Leslie, thats the one!
You seem kinda familuiar to me...ever work in Restaurants in Fort Worth?
You look like a girl I knew from England in 1978 that had a Jugginmg Act with her Boyfriend...they even threw Chainsaws!

leslie said...

I'd like to say, "Yeah, that was me with the chainsaws", but I can't.
I can't catch worth a damn since I cut off my arm in a juggling accident...

Seriously...never worked in Cowtown, but did a brief stint in Austin. I have been told I have more than one doppleganger.

Never been to England, except that time I did the juggling tour... *kidding*

I am totally enjoying reading your blog. Very good stuff here, Bulletholes.