Intruder

4 01 2018




Giovanni Vendramini (1769–1839)

4 01 2018





Ethel Waters

4 01 2018

Saints of Jazz

Ethel Waters (October 31, 1896 – September 1, 1977)

Look at the sun. Pouring. Through the branches of that tree. Like Ethel. Dragged around like a rag doll. Through the swamp. The smell of giant tupelo and bald cypress. At 13. Ethel was given away. Like a second hand kitchen chair. To a big barrel of a man. Ass three blocks wide. F***ed her for fun. Beat her when he got bored. He left. She was left. To fend for herself. Sometimes it seems. You don’t recognize love. Until its gone.

President Truman increased. The minimum wage. From 40 cents to 75. J Edgar Hoover gave Shirley Temple. A tear gas fountain pen. Ethel was jealous. Her lover cheated. With heroin. And left her early one morn. He went to Europe to find his soul. Ethel went to San Francisco. The best things in life should be put on a…

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jammin’ at the station

4 01 2018




Brueghel’s house

4 01 2018




the deer slayer

4 01 2018




Betty Hutton

4 01 2018

so many sad stories

Saints of Jazz

Betty Hutton (February 26, 1921 – March 11, 2007)

There was a hole. In the ceiling. A slap. Of windshield wipers. And the sweet song. Of the police. Escorting the family. Out of town. Betty’s mother wept. Into her purse. Where have I gone wrong?

Ceiling fans. Chopped up her name. Betty became the high priestess. Of jitterbug. Christine Jorgenson. Went under the knife. First person to undergo. Sexual. Realignment. Life. Moves so fast. When you’re never around.

On Broadway. On radio. In Hollywood. In movies. Where does Betty get all that energy? Success was satin sheets. Soiled. Cigarette veneer. Stains on the lamp shades. And that pool. Shaped like a kidney. Dr. Caligari’s cabinet. Without the cure.

On her knees. Weeping in the shower. The water swirling so perfectly down the drain. Down and out as the jitterbug Detroit juke box queen. On the sticky floors in the local…

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