Selfie #430

JERRY UELSMANN, SELF PORTRAIT AS ROBINSON AND REIJLANDER (GREEN), 1964.

[Jerry Norman Uelsmann, † le 4 avril 2022. Lili Marleen, sinon, clic-clic, Gloria Swanson, la Saint-Isidore, le James Bond Theme et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

1957 Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud

Gloria Swanson arriving in her 1957 Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud to perform at the Westport County Playhouse in Westport, Connecticut, 1961. 

[Gloria Swanson, † le 4 avril 1983. Lili Marleen, sinon, clic-clic, la Saint-Isidore, le James Bond Theme et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

Un air qui vaut pas dix ronds #434

 

[Le 4 avril 2015, le romancier et jeune soldat allemand Hans Leip écrit, à Berlin, le poème Lied eines jungen Wachtpostens, qui sera mis en musique sous le titre de Lili Marleen. Gloria Swanson, sinon, clic-clic, la Saint-Isidore, le James Bond Theme et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

Relance de la consommation

[Gloria Swanson, sinon, clic-clic, la Saint-Isidore, le James Bond Theme et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

Balnéaire #108 (On the set #268)

Gloria Swanson and Conrad Nagel, The Impossible Mrs. Bellew, 1922. 

[Gloria Swanson, † le 4 avril 1983, clic-clic, la Saint-Isidore, le James Bond Theme et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

Contact Sheet #27

1922 Contact Sheet Photo RUDOLPH VALENTINO & GLORIA SWANSON -"BEYOND THE ROCKS".

[Gloria Swanson, † le 4 avril 1983, clic-clic, la Saint-Isidore, le James Bond Theme et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

On s'en ira en Italie #201

Rome : A Whiff Of Rome. Actress Gloria Swanson, enjoying a short stay in the Italian capitol, stops to admire some choice blooms offered for sale by a vendor at the foot of Rome's famous Spanish steps, during a sightseeing tour of the city. Miss Swanson, who heads a dressmaking establishment is in Italy to absorb the Italian influence in styles.

[Gloria Swanson, † le 4 avril 1983, clic-clic, la Saint-Isidore, le James Bond Theme et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

Surf Rock (a Very Merry Unbirthday #269)

[Le James Bond Theme de Monty Norman, né le 4 avril clic-clic 1928. Gloria Swanson, sinon, la Saint-Isidore et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

Gloria

Sunset Blvd. 1950

[Gloria Swanson, † le 4 avril 1983, clic-clic, la Saint-Isidore et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

Relance de la consommation

[Le 4 avril aussi, Gloria Swanson, clic-clic, la Saint-Isidore et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

Relance de la consommation

[Gloria Swanson, le 4 avril clic-clic, la Saint-Isidore et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

Hollywood

I followed Jon through Hollywood, the light and the shadows of Alfred Hitchcock, Laurel and Hardy, Clark Gable, Gloria Swanson, Mickey Mouse and Humphrey Bogart, falling all around us.

[Gloria Swanson, † le 4 avril 1983, la photo est d'Alfred Cheney Johnston. Le 4 avril aussi clic-clic, la Saint-Isidore et, parfois, the iron bells of Easter.]

La Saint-Isidore

Les athlètes, les mécaniciens, les philosophes, les médecins ont essayé, tour à tour, les moyens les plus divers. Ils ne savaient pas que le mal qu’a fait l’homme ne peut plus se défaire. J’ai pardonné à la profondeur de leur ignorance native, et je les ai salués des paupières de mes yeux.

clic-clic

[D'autres 4 avril clic-clic, un autre Isidore - Isou - and the iron bells of Easter.]

Un air qui vaut pas dix ronds #35 (La Saint-Isidore Isou)

Zazie

A sa visite au zoo

Zazie suçant son zan 

S'amusait d'un vers luisant

D'Isidore Isou.

clic-clic

[On gardera pour plus tard Ducasse, par Pierre Brasseur s'il vous plait, d'autant plus que l'an dernier, jour de Pâques, c'était quand même chargé - Nick Toshes, Patti Smith et Rimbaud clic-clic n'en jetez plus.]

Then the iron bells of Easter

Nick Tosches : Patti Smith--who wreaks her poetry in the New Jersey voice and ratted-hair rhythms which belong solely to those girls who, in the awful and mystic surety that there never was, is not, and never will be anything else to do, spend their dreams on violently nondescript boys who sit, like stains on the shirt of wonderment, endlessly drinking in bars with blue linoleum floors--is one of that scoundrel, immortal elite. When Smith performed at poetry readings at St. Mark’s Church in New York five years ago, the usual crowd of sissy poets were so intimidated that no poet dared follow her act (which consisted of her and Lenny Kaye on guitar), just as none of them would have dared follow Ezra Pound or Jim Morrison. Patti Smith is the first poet born of rock’n’roll; raised on the Crystals instead of the classics. [...] Truer and surer and less uneven than her previous albums, Easter is Smith’s best work. [...] “Easter” itself is a song of blinding sunshine and desolation. There is a child, the desperation of hand and cunt, and the recurring and mournful “Isabella, we are dying,” followed by the no less mournful-sounding “Isabella, we are rising.” The song (and the album) culminates in a slow, fevered orgasm of Christian imagery: “The spring, the holy ground. I am the seed, of mystery. The throne, the veil. The face, of grace...I am the sword, the sound; stained, scorned, transfigured child of pain...” Then the iron bells of Easter.

Easter, donc, puisque nous y voilà. Un dimanche de Pâques, Charleville, la famille Rimbaud : "Oh, le chemin mène au soleil. Mon frère, ma sœur, c'est le moment."