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Elizabeth Wurtzel, and How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb?

There are two Pat Benatar songs stuck in my head right now, both from the same album, "Tropico," which is my favorite Pat Benatar album. I had a copy of "Tropico" way back in the day, bought from the local music store. It was scratched, right out of the sleeve. Couldn't return it. So I… Continue reading Elizabeth Wurtzel, and How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb?

2019, 2020, About This Book, All The Bright Young Things At The Last Picture Show, believe, believer, Books I'm Writing, Editing, Ego, Elegance, love, Magdalene Aubergine, poem, Poetess, Poetry, Resilience and The Modern Woman, Respect, Reverence, Sacred

Beginner’s Luck

When they first learn to do magic, they think the power they wield is their own. The ego is a weak, insatiable, master, and some of the gods are fickle. And some of the gods are not. And some of the gods are devils. And some things are better forgotten. Only fools dare play with… Continue reading Beginner’s Luck

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An Ode to the Hollow

An Ode to the Hollow April 2013   We were both So much more beautiful when we were younger. Which begs the question, of what is beautiful in middle age... I think To be ourselves, us... I look at these old pictures, we were beautiful. But there is none of the art of who we… Continue reading An Ode to the Hollow

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Letting Go of the Tiger’s Tail

If you've got the tiger by the tail, then doesn't the tiger have you as well? I thought something was hanging onto me, that I couldn't shake loose. That could be, but it could also be that I was holding onto whatever it was.ย  So, I'm going to let go of it, and see what… Continue reading Letting Go of the Tiger’s Tail

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All The Bright Young Things at The Last Picture Show

And they wore shades of pink, of mauve and aubergine, Sitting in the front row, too close to the screen, as shades of silver night slipped like filtered glitter around their feet, and they never looked at one another, so they'd never have to meet. But they knew it was the latest thing that they… Continue reading All The Bright Young Things at The Last Picture Show

2012, All The Bright Young Things At The Last Picture Show, Authors, Books I'm reading, Classics, Elegance, Fiction, films, Grace, Great Stories, greatness, Iconic, Literature, Observations, Opinion, perspective, Posted by Teri Skultety, Relationships, Resilience and The Modern Woman, romance, Story, sweeping epics, timelessness

Gatsby

(Spoilers throughout, though most of you know this story in some form or another.) GATSBY. Gatsby? Gatsby. I've stayed away from the subject of Gatsby for some years because I simply couldn't deal with it. Gatsby made me infinitely angry at F. Scott Fitzgerald. A romantic at heart, (what I used to call a 'romantic… Continue reading Gatsby