Thursday, January 24, 2008

Thoughtful Thursdays

Come come now. Tell the truth. How many of you, dear readers, get a wee bit on the fatigued side while carrying on in your whirlwind artistic bourgeoisie lifestyle? Really, how much staying up late merrily drinking Veuve Cliquot, sleeping in at some fabulous hotel, with lazy afternoon lunches to follow at your favorite Left Bank cafe can a poor woman take? For a little respite, the Baroness suggests a tiptoe onto the normal side. I might be onto something here - it seems to really be catching on in that mystical land of Suburbia. What a darling little trend. And it looks marvelous with my new black dress!

Today's Thoughtful Thursday piece comes from the wonderful wit of Miss Dorothy Parker, who also encourages us to eschew the glamorous life (at least until cocktail hour...). Enjoy.

Bohemia
Authors and actors and artists and such
Never know nothing, and never know much.
Sculptors and singers and those of their kidney
Tell their affairs from Seattle to Sydney.
Playwrights and poets and such horses' necks
Start off from anywhere, end up at sex.
Diarists, critics, and similar roe
Never say nothing, and never say no.
People Who Do Things exceed my endurance;
God, for a man that solicits insurance!

Dorothy Parker

4 comments:

Suze said...

I'm going to have willpower and not do any of those things this weekend. It'll be tough to lay off the Veuve Cliquot, but I'm strong.

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Pretty big/sassy talk there, Miss Suze! Moi, I'll be swapping out the bubbly for a delicate '57 cough syrup with a delightful nose and playful bouquet. Are we the fun pair?

Lisa said...

I'm going on a vacation -- to my couch -- this weekend. I can't promise there won't be a tiny little cocktail hour involved somewhere over the next 72 hours, but for the most part I'm looking forward to dropping out of sight!! Hope you feel better! ... Barbra Peapod

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Happy peapodding to you, Countess L!

 
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