Archive for August, 2008

16
Aug

100 Plus American Poems

   Posted by: Reely    in Literature

I recently picked up 100 Plus American Poems in a used book store. It’s a small thin paperback and easy to carry around in my purse. Handy to have when I have a few minutes waiting somewhere and want something to read. I wouldn’t say it is dominated by any one poet although it does have a fair selection of Langston Hughes, Robert Frost, Ogden Nash and Walt Whitman. It also has Eletelephony by Laura Richards:

One there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant –
No! no! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone —

I’m sure many people told Laura Richards how much fun it is to read this poem to a child.

And it has Moo! by Robert Hillyer:

Summer is over, the old cow said,
And they’ll shut me up in a draughty shed
To milk me by lamplight in the cold,
But I won’t give much for I am old.

I wonder how many people told Mr. Hillyer how this poem brought tears to their eyes.

What I like best about this little book are the photographs by students matched up to the poems from the Scholastic-Kodak Photography Awards from 1964-1969.

Next time you’re in Half-Price Books or at the library, you might want to check it out, or just stick it on your next Amazon order. There are several pages of used book sellers who have it, even as low as 12 cents. The link I included above is to the page with a picture of the book.

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9
Aug

Jesse Pearson

   Posted by: Reely    in Videos

I was watching a few Bye Bye Birdie songs today. For me, they never get old. One Last Kiss is really my favorite from that movie. Other singers have done it: I had a tape I made from an album by Bobby Rydell with all the songs and his One Last Kiss was pretty good, but then you gotta love just about anything Rydell sings. The man has always had style. You can also listen to Bobby Vee singing it on youtube. But no one does it quite the same as Jesse Pearson in the movie: “bay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-bee, just give me one last kiss.” An Amazon reviewer complains that on the soundtrack, although it does get sung all the way through, it’s totally different than in the movie.

There is scant information about Jesse online. Sadly, he is the only one in the Bye Bye Birdie cast who doesn’t have a wikipedia entry and I do hope someone who knew him corrects that omission someday. Doesn’t seem right. He really was the perfect Conrad in the film.

His IMDB entry doesn’t even say how tall he was but in the musical, he towered over 5′5″ Ann Margret, who only came up to his shoulder, and was at least a whole head taller than 5′8″ Bobby Rydell. In the gym rehearsal scene, he is taller than Dick Van Dyke, which you can see when Dick is standing next to Pearson at one point (when Mareen Stapleton comes over). Van Dyke was reportedly 6′1″”. But Jesse Pearson had boots with heels on, so it’s hard to say from that.

I did find this video on youtube with Jesse Pearson reciting Pushing the Clouds Away:

Pushing the Clouds Away
(Lyrics by Rod McKuen,
music by Anita Kerr, narrated by Jesse Pearson)

Clouds are not the cheeks of angels, you know
They’re only clouds.
Friendly sometimes, but you can never be sure.
If I had longer arms I’d push the clouds away
or I’d make them hang above the water
somewhere else,

But I’m just a man who needs and wants,
mostly things he’ll never have.
Looking for that thing thats hardest to find:
himself.

I’ve been going a long time now
along the way I’ve learned some things.
You have to make the good times yourself,
take the little times and make them big times,
and save the times that are all right
for the ones that aren’t so good.
I’ve never been able to push
the clouds away by myself.
Help me.
Please?

from The Sea: San Sebastian Strings (available on Amazon)

More info:
Rod McKuen’s Flight Plan 10 Oct 2002: More About Jesse Pearson
Jesse Pearson on IMDB

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3
Aug

The Afterlife

   Posted by: Reely    in Literature

I have a couple of poems today from Hayden Carruth. Today is his 87th birthday (Happy Birthday!).

I was reading his poem, Prepare, which he wrote for his wife:

“Why don’t you write me a poem that will prepare me for your
death?” you said.
It was a rare day here in our climate, bright and sunny. I didn’t feel like
dying that day.
I didn’t even want to think about it — my lovely knees and bold
shoulders broken open, …
read the entire poem on his website

The poem doesn’t mention the afterlife per se. Still, I think about it when I read mostly anything about dying, and often I have wondered why so many religions teach that there is an afterlife, but yet when someone dies, no one seems to believe it. Perhaps it is the shock of permanent physical separation. You can think you’re prepared for it, but you never really are.
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