I m Watching The Funeral of-The-Queen & Trying To Not Be Too Sad… WIP (Yeah, I can do that–my whole life is Still a WIP–I hope) Lance Ed. Note: This Post is all Disjointed and Dis-Comboulated–As Is My Usual.

“The Queen! The Queen!

The Queen is Dead!

And May Short Live The New King!

King Howdy Doody!

Bring US Prince William & Kate!

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This wonderful video built by Francesca Maria deserves its own stand-alone post. Below is obviously

NOT Francesca

But it is the height of praise from me to lump her in with Olivia….

Only faithful readers of this blog will understand, and that’s just fine with me.

I am WIP’ing on it.

But, While you wait….

(Helpful hint: It’s better with headphones. The sound is very soft and subtle)

Looks of Love

Lame – ass Author’s note:

Every image in this masterpiece of a vid by Francesca could be a post (written by someone who knows how to write). Not me. Obviously.

But, God as My witness! I am gonna try. The work she (Francesca) put into constructing this…. Only I can imagine.

Lots of Y’all do not understand how posters, such as I and of course Francesca, how much thought goes into finding just the ‘right’ vid, image, meme. It takes time. It takes fucking time.

And it takes work.

Lots of work.

And she found a way to make it all black and white!

She is a fucking artistic genius! I have run fresh out of accolades to heap on her vid, but, trust me: I ain’t done yet.

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Francesca in her own words:

Francesca Maria
11.6K subscribers

The Real Deal Here/Above.

(She is beautiful, yes? Say ‘Yes’ or I will take your legs)

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I love Italian women.

Especially the smart ones.

But they make me feel so… what’s the word?

‘Inadequate’

Yeah.

That’s the word.

Go see her here:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIVEhoVV97xOWbhWf2orN_w

Tutti abbiamo bisogno di qualcuno che ci guardi. A seconda del tipo di sguardo sotto il quale vogliamo vivere, potremmo essere suddivisi in quattro categorie. La prima categoria desidera lo sguardo di un numero infinito di occhi anonimi […] La seconda categoria è composta da quelli che per vivere hanno bisogno dello sguardo di molti occhi a loro conosciuti […] C’è poi la terza categoria, la categoria di quelli che hanno bisogno di essere davanti agli occhi della persona amata […] E c’è infine una quarta categoria, la più rara, quella di coloro che vivono sotto lo sguardo immaginario di persone assenti. Sono i sognatori.

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More Looks of Love:

Beautiful Bangle Girl Susanna Hoffs

Vid Cred: Abby Okk

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Last Look of Love.

This one is well done—

Shit!

They are all well-done–hard to fuck up this music. Some have tried though…..

You will not see those failed versions here. Not from me..

I only steal the good shit.

Beautiful Dionne Warwick

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Goddamn! Look close! She dropped in Nat Wood!

There is just so much more ‘right’ with Francesca’s Vid.

So much fodder to mine.

I will never find my time…

To drop enuff dimes

Nor find my mind.

And, fuck me!

Audrey!

You will have to scroll down.

See how easy it is?

I have already written on many of these images (in a former, reeel writer life—ha ha ha!)

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And of course:

Lauren Bacall

And Judy’s in there somewhere over the fucking rainbow….

I could spend endless weeks, years, tears, beers on Francesca’s brilliant vid. I probably will…..

In other words:

My current writing ‘project’ is properly fucked.

For Some Bizarre Reason This Moldy Old Post Gets ‘Hits’ Everyday. I Have No Clue as to Why. Surely I Have “Written” Better Shit. Which Goes Mostly Un-Noticed & Ignored

–Save For A Few ‘Die-Hard Fans’–(Thank Y’all Die-Hard Fans) But Alas. Woe Is Me. I’d Like to Reach A Larger Audience.

(This is Mainly Just A ‘Puff-Piece’–Constructed of Stuff I Callously/Un-Abashedly/Shamelessly Stole Off the Internet)

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Whatever–I Do Not Look Gift Horses in Their Mouths.

“Christopher Hitchens: On The Suicide of His Mother”

Yeah. That’s The Title Of this Shit-Post

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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern:

This seems to be popular.

Of late.

fuk it.

Perhaps it is just the sign of the seasons….

“What’s Your Name?

Who’s Your Daddy?

Is He Rich Like Me?”

People Seemed to Have More fun In the Sixties.

But isn’t that Always the Way It Is?

We Always hearken to Our Past.

Why?

Our Future Is Right Now–

Meow

Cred: Some Walking Dead Zombies

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Maybe we all want to commit suicide.

I have Pondered it Too Many Times

(But I Am A Coward)

Yet…Relinquish the world back to the roaches.

Surely they could do no worse, management – wise.

“To Die–Sleep No More”

The below is transcribed from Hitch’s book “Hitch-22”

Hitch 22 cigs

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…because most of what I know about manic depression I first learned from Hamlet.

“I have of late,” the Prince of Denmark tells us, “but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth.” Everyone living has occasionally experienced that feeling, but the lines that accompany it are the best definition of the blues that was ever set down.

(“Tired of living, scared of dying” is the next-best encapsulation, offered in “Old Man River.”) Who would carry on with the unending tedium and potential misery if they did not think that extinction would even be less desirable or—as it is phrased in another of Hamlet’s mood-swing soliloquies—if “the ever-lasting” had “not set his canon ‘gainst self-slaughter”?

There are fourteen suicides in eight works of Shakespeare, according to Giles Romilly Feddnen’s study of the question, and these include the deliberate and ostensibly noble ones of Romeo and Juliet and of Othello.

It’s of interest that only Hamlet’s darling Ophelia, whose death at her own hands is not strictly intentional, it is the object of condemnation by the clergy. My own indifference to religion and refusal to credit any babble about an afterlife has, alas, denied me the hearty satisfaction experienced by Ophelia’s brother Laertes, who whirls on the moralizing cleric to say:

“I tell thee, churlish priest,

A ministering angel shall my sister be,

When thou liest howling.”

Memorable to be sure, but too dependent on the evil and stupidity of the heaven/hell dualism, and of scant use to me in deciding how it was that a thoughtful, loving, cheerful, person like Yvonne, who was in reasonable health, would want to simply give up.

I thought it might have something to do with what the specialists call “anhedonia,” or the sudden inability to derive pleasure from anything, most especially from the pleasurable. Al Alverez, in his very testing and demanding study of the subject, “The Savage God,” returns often to the suicide of Cesare Pavese, who took his own life at the apparent height of his powers.  

Don't stay here

“In the year before he died he turned out two of his best novels… One month before the end he received the Strega Prize, the supreme accolade for an Italian writer. ‘I have never been so much alive as now,’ he wrote, ‘never so young.’

A few days later he was dead. Perhaps the sweetness itself of his creative powers made his innate depression all the harder to bear.”

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Thank you for reading.

-Lance

(We now return you to our regularly scheduled…)

For Reference:

I love Helena Bonham Carter… Cannot help myself. (This scene is disturbing: do Not Watch)

If You Watch Nothing Else, Please Please PLEASE  Watch This:

Credit: And watch it AGAIN!

Here now (I hope) is the proper credit:

https://www.youtube.com/user/jakuerika

Cred: jakuerika

I AM RE-POSTING THIS BECAUSE IT IS REALLY OBNOXIOUS AND “GLASSIC”–SARCASTIC FUKKIN’ LANCE! HAVE A NICE DAY! OH YEAH! I ADDED SOME SHIT! (Profanity Warning)

Shit! WP is STUPID! I Just Wanted to RePost A Post! But Fuk No! WP Needs a Fukkin’ Parental Permission Slip! Why Does “Workin'” With WordPress Make Me Feel Like Michelangelo, On His Back, Probably Regularilly gettin’ FUKKED IN HIS AZZ! While Just Tryin’ To Paint The Fukkin’ Sistine Chapel???

WHY? OH Why?? Fuk YOU WP! (YEaH! ThiS iS A FUCKiN’ RANT! gO away From Me!) AND TAKE YER FUKKING TEA AND SIM- PHONY BULLSHIT WITH YOU! Yes! I am that ASSHOLE Your Parents WARNED You About!

AND WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EMAIL ME A FUCKKIN’ Phillips AND A FLIP-INO TO OPERATE IT! SCREW-DRIVER SO THAT I MAY REPAIR MY BIG, FOR REALS COMPUTER? THIS LAP-TOP PISSES ME OFF!

Now I’m gonna Lay Me Down to Sleep Forever

(and Three Days)

Oh Happy Fukkin’ Dagger!

And Just Because I Have a Sense of HUMOR:

OH MY Gawd!

JULIE!

JULIE

Julie!

How Do I LoveThee?

I CANNOT COUNT THE WAYS!

All The Ways

That

I

Love

YOU!

You Girl!

ARE Fukkin’ Brilliant!!!!

A Fukkin’

TREASURE!

Without

MEASURE!

(I just Gotta Watch This One Ten More Times Today!)

Tomorrow!

I Will Watch it Twenty More Times Tomorrow!

Because Tomorrow is Yet Another Day!

https://www.youtube.com/c/FeelingPeckish

NO.

It’s AWFUL

“My Momma Loved Me

But

She died”

FaceBook

I LOVE THIS MAN!

“THE CHURCH OF FUCK YOU!”

And While I’m at it:

FUCK YOU TOO FACEBOOK!

YAHOO!!!!

OK: One Last Expanded “Moldie Oldie” (For Today) I AM WORKING ON A BRAND-NEW Post–Look For It Later “What a Piece of Work Is A Man.”

Hamlet (Shakespeare) – Thug Notes Summary and Analysis

(I LOVE This dude!–Must Watch)

Scrambling to post…

(Don’t worry: I really don’t mean a word of it)

Yet:

Here are two of my ‘Favourite’ Things.

(Okay: Three, or Four, or even more)

“I have of late, though wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth.”

Must See (related here) Oui, C’est la vie

I just threw this in to see if y’all were paying attention

This concludes today’s history lesson.

And yes: these will be on the test.

Cheers,

Lance

And of course there is this:

Your Humble Servant: Capt. Von Trapp, circa, 1975

Your Humble Servant: Capt. Von Trapp, circa, 1975

And This:

If there is a greater actor than Derek Jacobi, I’d like to meet him / her.

WIP (Yeah, I can do that–my whole life is a WIP–I hope)

This wonderful video built by Francesca Maria deserves its own stand-alone post.

I am WIP’ing on it.

But, While you wait….

(Helpful hint: It’s better with headphones. The sound is very soft and subtle)

Looks of Love

Lame – ass Author’s note:

Every image in this masterpiece of a vid by Francesca could be a post (written by someone who knows how to write). Not me. Obviously. But, God as My witness! I am gonna try. The work she (Francesca) put into constructing this…. Only I can imagine. Lots of Y’all do not understand how posters, such as I and of course Francesca, how much thought goes into finding just the ‘right’ vid, image, meme. It takes time. It takes fucking time.

And it takes work.

Lots of work.

And she found a way to make it all black and white!

She is a fucking artistic genius! I have run fresh out of accolades to heap on her vid, but, trust me: I ain’t done yet.

***

Francesca in her own words:

Francesca Maria
11.6K subscribers

Go see her here:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIVEhoVV97xOWbhWf2orN_w

Tutti abbiamo bisogno di qualcuno che ci guardi. A seconda del tipo di sguardo sotto il quale vogliamo vivere, potremmo essere suddivisi in quattro categorie. La prima categoria desidera lo sguardo di un numero infinito di occhi anonimi […] La seconda categoria è composta da quelli che per vivere hanno bisogno dello sguardo di molti occhi a loro conosciuti […] C’è poi la terza categoria, la categoria di quelli che hanno bisogno di essere davanti agli occhi della persona amata […] E c’è infine una quarta categoria, la più rara, quella di coloro che vivono sotto lo sguardo immaginario di persone assenti. Sono i sognatori.

***

I love Italian women.

Especially the smart ones.

But they make me feel so… what’s the word?

‘Inadequate’

Yeah.

That’s the word.

***

Goddamn! Look close! She dropped in Nat Wood!

There is just so much more ‘right’ with Francesca’s Vid.

So much fodder to mine.

I will never find my time…

Nor my mind.

And, fuck me!

Audrey!

You will have to scroll down.

See how easy it is?

I have already written on many of these images (in a former, reeel writer life—ha ha ha!)

***

And of course:

Lauren Bacall

And Judy’s in there somewhere over the fucking rainbow….

I could spend endless weeks, years, tears, beers on Francesca’s brilliant vid. I probably will…..

In other words:

My current writing ‘project’ is properly fucked.

I am gonna repost this for two reasons:

It’s a Shakespeare kind of day.

Ok??

One: because I missed Thursday

(Probably because I was in a coma)

Two: because I can.

And here is the bonus:

Because I miss Jimmy ‘Peanut’ Piland.

*****

“I dreamt a dream tonight.”

“And so did I.”

“Well, what was yours?”

“That dreamer’s often lie.”

“…In bed asleep while they do dream things true!”

“Oh! Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you!”

–R&J: Romeo and Mercutio,

Queen Mab:

Ya’ll gotta watch the video “or it all just falls apart” Just saying… (Yes! I feign Texan; it is my wont.)

After a night of hard blogging and writing of drafts, and becoming somewhat disillusioned and more than daft, I perished toward my bed, reaching out for the Arms of Morpheus.

Within moments, I slipped into that nether sleep, that sleep between sleeps, that semi-conscious state of affairs. Sleep, but Not Sleep.

Then I began to dream things that should have been true. But were not true, yet so true.

Wonderful words words words! Words to sate my unnourished prose.

Words swirl’d about in my mind like so many fireflies on a summer’s eve:

““Words, words, words!. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empires. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone.”

— “Will Shakespeare in Love”

I had it (them, those) words… goin’ on. Brilliant words. Beautiful, poignant words! All right there! Right there In My Mind. I reached out my finger to tap the “Publish” Mouse.

My finger was frozen.

It would not move.

How hard I did try!

It would not comply!

I lay there in my nether sleep, commanding.

The hand, the one digit, just the finger! Demanding!

Just move the damn finger!

Would not.

Could not.

Then I realized:

I am with Dante now.

And Mercutio is Peanut.

And Peanut was my Mercutio

Yeah, Dante

Dante ‘R’ Us