Happy Thanksgiving! What I need (and mebbe you do, too) is a little levity after eating as much as I could as fast as I could. Brought to mind some of the great turkeys we’ve had in the past – and also some of the turkeys that had me. Thanks to Garbage Pail Kids for the illustrations! (circa 1986)
Long, Long before Starbucks, an article in 1956 Family Circle
This is a truth-stretching poem, but I’m allowed, because Thanksgiving (tomorrow) is clearly all about Family. Didn’t Norman Rockwell decide that for us? Well, truth is, our Thanksgiving turkey keeps getting smaller and smaller as attrition and other issues shrink our tribe. These vintage magazines are fun to read and compare & contrast. Try it, you’ll like it.
I’ve always loved the wit and wisdom of the great Kurt Vonnegut. This is a 4th printing of the 1979 quasi-sci-fi novel, The Sirens of Titan. Vintage hardcover novels by Vonnegut, in good condition, like this, are scarce as hens’ teeth — and we all know how scarce those are! From Delacorte Press.
This lovely book, In The Russian Style, from 1976, was edited by Jacqueline Onassis, with the cooperation of The Metropolitan Museum of Art. The book surveys the lavish history of Russia and its “six exuberant sovereigns”, (circa 1700s-early 1900s). According to the book, “their achievements and transgressions…were on so grand and inventive a scale that they surpassed extravagance.” The book displays palaces, furnishings, jewels, objects d’art and extraordinary clothing. Perhaps we have all forgotten luxurious Russia; this book will remind us. Illustrated with b/w drawings and color plates. 184-page hardcover from The Viking Press.
Mechanics of the mind by Colin Blakemore is a 1977 study of the brain by one of Britain’s most controversial/well-respected scientists. This was a fairly early work on how the mind thinks, sleeps and memorizes. It’s thankfully illustrated with some catchy drawings & photos, so not all that dry. But Blakemore’s own biography might be more interesting – he was considered a great villain of Animal Rights’ activists, who cared more about how he treated sleeping kittens than how he figured the human mind sets its sleep clock. From Cambridge University Press, this 208-page hardcover is a fairly expensive book, if you can find it.
Just another poem from the invisible poetry-cigarette; lingering smoke from ago. The cigarette would be Camel’s if I were cool, but I’m not. For a while, I attempted to smoke colored Nat Shermans, but they were too pretty to evoke smoke. (This one is not part of the daily-poem challenge)
After The New Celebrity Cookbook, Edited by Shirley MacLaine. 1973 softcover from Price/Stern/Sloan. A 95-page softcover cookbook. Old-school (now) famous (not so much anymore) celebrities contributed “their” recipes to raise money for Women For: a non-profit feminist org. (It was the 70’s, kids). Book includes everything from soup to nuts! First Courses – Potage Cressonniere (Lauren Bacall),Entrees – Beef Stroganoff (Natalie Wood), Desserts – Lemon and Tomato Sherbet (Henry Fonda). Recipes are signed with blue facsimile signatures; autograph collectors may want to compare! There’s money in once-famous celebrity autographs, but not so much their cookbooks.
More pieces to the puzzling life of Marilyn Monroe
Why do you
‘spose we are
Is it cuz we
how she really
We can’t pry
her open like
As it is,
she is frozen
looking out, like
Warhol’s silk screen –
movie sex queen.
she had her
lit the night,
s l o w l y
What Warhol Saw….
Norma Jean, The Life of Marilyn Monroe, by Fred Lawrence Guiles. 1969. Hardcover from McGraw-Hill, a Book Club edition. Guiles researched Monroe’s life for five years. Josh Logan said, “It’s a fascinating book full of intimate detail. I couldn’t put it down.” And, neither could I.
Hello! This poem is clearly not about the recently popular song,”Thrift Shop” by Macklemore, even though the lyrics rhyme – occasionally. This is about my rant today at a certain un-named thrift store, which I visit infrequently and where I poke around. Lest you misunderstand, the old book the “helper” was pricing for the thrift store clerk was threadbare, in a fair to poor state – so envy has no part in this poesie. I swear