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I love the Screwball comedies of the olden days The Jerk, The Rules of the Game, Jerry Lewis movies (that’s right, Jerry Lewis right up there with Renoir). One of my favorites is “What’s Up Doc?” directed by Peter Bogdanovich and watching it recently made me wonder who would be in the remake. Here’s my stab:

The stars: Babs and Ryan O’Neal:
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Recast as Zoey Deshanel and Ashton Kutcher:

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The roles of Eunice (Madeline Kahn) and Fredrick (Austin Pendleton):

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Would go to Reece Witherspoon and Demitri Martin:

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And Kenneth Mars, playing Hugh Simon:

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would be played by either Jeff Goldblum or Jack Black, too close to call:

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Confused by gods and jobs
Discount Fireworks by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
reviewed by Remy Wilkins

Wendy Taylor Carlisle renders her rusticity mystically, without an air of superiority for having left it nor a smugness over the down-homey-ness, that obnoxious pride in the “I is what I is” in some Southern poetry. She says in one poem “What’s basic in me favors drawl,” but this does not hinder her from Eve and Edward Murrow, Oenone and Anna Karenina, but she blends them with gin, chiggers and the local greasy spoon. This gives her at once a lexicon of the ordinary and the mythical. A one night stand becomes a trip to Oz (“After, Dorothy”) or the recovery from a failed romance is a Herculean task (“Fifth Labor”).

There’s also something exuberantly juvenile about her poetry. Not immature, but full of childlike wonder and teenage romance; she evokes both the nostalgia of summers, bikes, and boyfriends along with the dread and insecurities of growing up.

O, the long kickstand evenings, the white plastic fringes.
O, the pinstripes, the bells, the chrome handlebars.

In the poem “Bloodthirsty” she embodies this inbetween state of adolescence by describing a summer in which she and a friend biked the town, shoplifting, then capgunning the “well–/ groomed Judys on the playground,” in playful murder before ending their childish mayhem in the dark movie theatre where they could “neck” with the country boys (melding the erotic and vampiric). The subtext is the audacity of two girls bucking primness by toting pistols and, as any good southerner would know, that making out in back of the theatre will, in the words of church ladies in wide brimmed hats, come to no good. Another summer is described as ending in “a rainstorm, in a double-cross, in a low-wattage grin” (from “Summer Romance”).

The surprising element is a quiet patriotism in the background of the book. Not the bland sort of July 4th patriotism, but a deeper loyalty that stands against the beloved country, that isn’t afraid to expose the ugliness, its school shootings, its atom bombs. In the title poem “Discount Fireworks” we see just this balance of critical patriotism; a subtle dig, dis-count fireworks, cheap admiration but it is mixed with wonder. Consider the double edged conclusion:

Who could avoid an explosion

or resist drawing nearer and nearer the fire, exclaiming
oh and oh and ahhhhhh!

Just beneath the surface this is a surprisingly complex book; Southern in the best sense, compassionate and complex, and rich in celebration.

 

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NPR (where we’ve enjoyed Neko Case’s new album and Tom Waits’s Gitter and Doom concert) has music from SXSW festival.

I’ve listened to the Decemberists set and hope to get around to the Avett Brothers soon.

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Reckoner : Radiohead


Robocop : Kanye West

Oh No : Andrew Bird

Brooklyn : Wakey!Wakey!

Girl in the War : Josh Ritter

Long Way : Tom Waits

Aeroplane Over the Sea : Neutral Milk Hotel

I Go To The Barn Because I Like The : Band of Horses

Eucalyptus : The Deadly Syndrome

Little Motel : Modest Mouse

These guys are waaay beyond amazing when it comes to a footbol:

I Knew a Woman

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)

Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)

Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I’m martyr to a motion not my own;
What’s freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways.)

 

by Theodore Roethke

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