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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 04:32 am
Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Let's begin our day with a song for our European friends:

Carole King - So Far Away Lyrics
So far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're just time away

Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
How I wish I could, but you're so far away

One more song about movin' along the highway
Can't say much of anything that's new
If I could only work this life out my way
I'd rather spend it bein' close to you.

But you're so far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place any
more
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away

Travelin' around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothin' else to do but close my mind
I sure do hope the road don't come to own me
There's so many dreams
I've yet to find

But your so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesn't help to know youre so far away...
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 04:57 am
Hey, edgar. I missed your Ray melody. Thanks, Texas, and Rex that's a John Denver song that I have never heard. Thanks, Maine.

It's still dark here in my little studio, and I have a good feeling about today.

Hmmm. Let's see what to play. Here's a nice one:

What are you doing the rest of your life?
North and south and east and west of your life?
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me.
All the seasons and the times of your days.
All the nickels and the dimes of your days.
Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days.
All begin and end with me.
I want to see your face,
In every kind of light,
In fields of gold and
Forests of the night;
And when you stand before
The candles on a cake.
Oh let me be the one to hear
The silent wish you make.
Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes
In the world of love you keep in your eyes,
I?ll awaken what?s asleep in your eyes,
It may take a kiss or two..
Through all of my life..
Summer, winter, spring and fall of my life,
All I ever will recall of my life
Is all of my life with you.
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yitwail
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 05:03 am
morning, Letty. i'm going back to bed now, but here's a fitting #1 Beatles tune from 1966: Smile

Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone
We can work it out
We can work it out

Think of what you're saying
You can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright
Think of what I'm saying
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night
We can work it out
We can work it out

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend
I have always thought that it's a crime
So I will ask you once again

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long
We can work it out
We can work it out

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend
I have always thought that it's a crime
So I will ask you once again

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long
We can work it out
We can work it out
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 05:12 am
Ah, Mr. Turtle. Return to bed and slumber. I really like that Beatle song, dear. Thank you.

I love this poem:

Here lies the ocean of peace,
Helmsman, launch the boat.
You will always be the comrade.
Take, O take him to your heart.
In the path of the Infinite
will shine the "Dhruba-tara". (North Star)
Giver of freedom, your forgiveness, your mercy
will be wealth inexhaustible
in the eternal journey.
May the mortal bonds perish,
May the vast universe take him in its arms,
And may he know in his fearless heart
The great unknown.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 08:32 am
RexRed wrote:
Dys you seem to think alcoholism is a joke!

This just shows how immature and emotionally challenged you are...

Alcoholism is a serious illness/disease and I find pity or compassion for those horribly afflicted by this... I am sure most will agree with me here... I don't expect you to feel one bit of remorse, because of this before mentioned immaturity of yours.

You ridicule John Denver, someone who is deceased and not able to defend himself... That is LOW, "Mr. condescending Dys"... I am inclined to believe your accomplishments in life pale in comparison to those of JD's... John suffered much distress while he was alive, one, being rejected, along with Ann Murry, by the country music "grand ole opry" crowd because they did not consider their music "country". (this is not in the Wiki article either...) This was later retracted... (after the damage was done). Yet, I remained faithful to these artists even while they faced their "out of style" moments... And two, maybe being misunderstood can cut to the heart of someone with such a capacity to see into the psyche of life, you don't know what kind of hand John was dealt?

It is the silence not the song that reveals the heart of a person... (I don't expect you to understand that.)

As you can see I still admire John... Even as an alcoholic and a pot head he was by most accounts seemingly a better man than you Dys... His words had substance, yours, mostly vinegar...

You find fault without trying to understand... understanding is a virtue that you are sorely lacking.

I was raised to speak my mind and I intend to do so.

This is not the first time you have infected my posts with your poison... (which is a worse disease than any afore mentioned).

I will deflect your own prejudice and hypocrisy back at you so, remember how this feels to be nailed in front of your peers...

Letty seems to think you have a heart but I personally doubt it... I believe Letty is too kind to tell you what she really thinks... You have some selfish motive if not to elevate yourself above someone else's suffering, pain and misfortune... I hope it makes you feel BIG... but EVERYONE knows this is due to low self esteem that you have to rub it in to others while they are down... In reality you are only fooling yourself...

You remind me of Job's well wishers in the Bible... many words and no heart...

Dys the quality of your posts fall often way below par because you prey on others less fortunate and easy targets for your own selfish gratification and ego elevation...

If there is a next time, before you start dishing out your hate on my plate, remember how it feels to be exposed for the skunk that you are...

No wonder why JD was an ass to you... I may pick up the gauntlet if you can't act civilized or at least try.

(Letty if you do not want me reproving Dys in your thread please PM him and tell him to get the heck off my back... I still hold no animosity I just want it to stop. I am entitled to free discourse as anyone else without having to endure this constant bullying.) I am only responding to his insult... Dys started it and I am able to finish it once and for all... I expect something to be said.)

And Dys I will report you to a moderator if this continues... this is your second strike... your hateful words on the pages don't lie... remember that.

I have never responded to your post (or anyone else's in this forum) as rudely as you have to mine... Insultingly correcting my grammar insulting people I admire (just because they are my posts) and insulting my own character in the process. Do you expect me to just take it? Feel free to look at my history here, I have been a good, kind and caring person to all on A2K... and I have about almost 5 years history of the same on abuzz.

I have been one of Frank Aspia's friends for six years on these forums even though we have had many disagreements but he is still a dear friend...

Dys you appear to have a cross to burn... why don't you go shove that cross somewhere else please?

Peace with God...
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 09:05 am
Well, folks, about the only fault that I find with our cowboy is that he never reponds to my stuff. <smile>

A song for you, dys.

Leonard Cohen - Suzanne Lyrics
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 09:33 am
lol, I just posted the same L Cohen on another thread.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 09:36 am
Mr Cohen is a Buddhist you know and our friend JLNobody has met him, anyway I read this this morning and found it fascinating;

Mr. Cohen has lived in Montreal and Nashville and New York City; he spent much of the 1960's and 1970's on the Greek island of Hydra. He now lives in Los Angeles, and since 1970, he has been studying with a Japanese teacher of Rinzai Buddhism. He regularly retreats in a Buddhist monastery 6,200 feet up on Mount Baldy, northeast of Los Angeles. But Mr. Cohen is no ascetic.

"My teacher never invited me to become a Buddhist," he said. "He taught me how to distinguish between Rémy Martin and Courvoisier - that was one of the first things - and he taught me how to drink very well. He also embodied a certain ideal of friendliness which I found very seductive. I didn't feel that I was one in a million: felt that I was with a friend, and still do."

As he takes final sips of green tea, Mr. Cohen remembers that he is close to St. Patrick's Cathedral. "On the front doors, on the great bronze doors," he says, "there's an Indian woman by the name of Catherine Tekakwitha who occupies one of the lower quadrants of the door. I wrote about her.

"She lived not far from me in Montreal in the 17th century. She's not a saint yet, she's a venerable, but there's a cult working for her beatification. She was the first Iroquois to take an oath of virginity. The Iroquois are and were a lusty, energetic people, and the fact that she took an oath of virginity was considered very significant. There are also miracles attached to her existence, and the dust of her grave, when used as amulets and in various situations, has produced miraculous healings. When I was younger and the book had been published and I was around New York, I used to put some flowers in her braid."

On the way out of the restaurant, Mr. Cohen stops at Takashimaya's flower shop to buy some white lilies, and he strolls the three blocks to the cathedral. He walks up the steps, tucks the flowers into the bas-relief and stands in contemplation. Passers-by pretend the scene is unremarkable: it's just a gentleman in a black suit making a silent homage.



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Reyn
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 10:08 am
Here's a nice little story I just picked up:


B.C. boy's message in a bottle washes up in Oregon 11 years later
at 21:42 on January 27, 2006, EST.

ASTORIA, Ore. (AP) - When Christopher Wattam was 11, he knew something about geography he wanted to share with somebody, perhaps in Asia.

He wrote a message he and his parents put in a wine bottle and pitched into the Pacific Ocean. "Dear Finder," he said, explaining "you may not know" the location of his hometown. "Coquitlam is a city near Vancouver. Now if you don't know where Vancouver is, you don't know your geography."

"We live in Canada, which is our country," he said.

"You probably think of the Pacific Ocean as the East Coast but we know it as the West Coast and that is where Vancouver is."

He asked anyone who read the message to send a postcard. His message was dated May 9, 1995.

Last weekend, 400 kilometres to the south, Mary Graham and her family were on their weekly beachcombing expedition at Sunset Beach, south of Astoria on the Oregon coast. She saw Christopher Wittam's wine bottle amid the flotsam at the high-tide mark.

"Holy moly, there's a message in a bottle!" she remembered saying as she recounted the story to the Daily Astorian newspaper.

These days, 22-year-old Christopher Wattam is working for a year as a geological technician at a mine in the Australian Outback, in between his junior and senior year at the University of British Columbia.

He's a bit out of touch. The newspaper telephoned his parents, who still live in Coquitlam. They said there's no telephone service to their son. They e-mailed him about the 11-year-old message in a bottle but have received no response.

His father, David Wattam, said the message was launched when the family was on a weekend whale-watching expedition to the village Tofino on the west coast of Vancouver Island.

David Wattam said he and his wife probably put Christopher up to it.

"It was something I did when I was a kid," he said.

But none of his ever came back.

"We just watched it float it away. We never imagined it would get found by someone," he said.

Where the bottle floated is anyone's guess.

Mike Kosro, an associate professor of physical oceanography at Oregon State University, said it could have floated all around the Pacific Ocean, or it might have been stranded on a beach near Vancouver Island for years and only recently washed south in a storm.

Off Vancouver Island, the currents have an unusual circular pattern, he said.

"It could ride a little merry-go-round for a while but it would be surprising for it to do that for as long as this bottle was out there," he said.

The Daily Astorian reported messages such as Wattam's come and go in the region.

Almost three years ago, a local girl discovered a bottle near Fort Stevens State Park containing an eight-year-old message from a college student in Japan. The bottle was one of a half-dozen launched from various spots in Japan over a 13-year period that all washed up on beaches in Oregon and Washington in March and April 2003.

Later that year, an Astoria boy received a package from a couple in Oahu, Hawaii, who had found a bottle he tossed into the ocean 18 months before as part of a project by his Grade 3 class at John Jacob Astor Elementary School.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 10:40 am
First, I would like to say to our dys, that I am completely surprised at the synchronicity of the entire situation. (I know. You and J.L. think that to be coincidence). I am totally surprised about Leonard Cohen, not only that J.L. has met him, but at the beautiful memorial at the church concerning that sweet Indian girl. Thank you, buddy.

Reyn, I have always loved the idea of getting a message in a bottle, and I did a couple of times. It's delightful to read such wonderful stories as you relate to us. You are, B.C., an asset to our cyber radio.

Well, listeners, I have things that I must do, so I shall be back later. Keep us on the air.

Blowing kisses.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 10:45 am
Good day to all

and Happy Birthday to:


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WHERE'S BOB?
and

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hamburger
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 11:09 am
mornin' , all !
here is a song for our good friend mctag and all others who enjoy the scottish spirit (some more, some less, but never to excess).
i hope it has not been posted already.
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Donald, Where's Your Trousers?

I just got in from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
The ladies shout as I go by
Donald where's your trousers.
Chorus:
Let the winds blow high,
Let the winds blow low,
Down the street in my kilt I go
And all the ladies say hello
Donald where's your trousers


2. A lady took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I would fall
'Cause I didn't have on my trousers
Chorus:
3. They'd like to wed me everyone
Just let them catch me if they can
You canna put the brakes on a highland man
Who doesn't like wearing trousers.
Chorus:

4. To wear the kilt is my delight,
It isn't wrong, I know it's right.
The highlanders would get afright
If they saw me in trousers.
Chorus:

5. Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw
I had no handkerchief at all
So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blow,
Now you can't do that with trousers.
Chorus
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 12:03 pm
Hey, Raggedy. Love those pictures today, PA. Know every one of them, of course. Ah, the beastmaster. That is where the craze for ferrets began.
And that handsome Tom. <smile>

Speaking of handsome, where is that hawkman? Maybe a get away weekend somewhere.

Well, there's Canada with a song for McTag. I do hope that Brit responds, hamburger, as that makes two dedications. My my, what to do with that boy in Manchester.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 12:05 pm
Anton Chekhov
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (Анто́н Па́влович Че́хов) (29 January 1860 - 15 July 1904) (Old Style: 17 January 1860 - 2 July 1904) was a major Russian writer known primarily for his short stories and plays. Many of his short stories are considered the apotheosis of the form while his plays, though few (although only four are considered major), have had a great impact on dramatic literature and performance.

Chekhov is better known in modern-day Russia for his several hundred short stories, many of which are considered masterpieces of the form. Yet his plays are also major influences on twentieth-century drama. From Chekhov, many contemporary playwrights have learned how to use mood, apparent trivialities and inaction to highlight the internal psychology of characters. Chekhov's four major plays?-The Seagull, Uncle Vanya, The Three Sisters, and The Cherry Orchard?-are frequently revived in modern productions.


Early life

Anton Chekhov was born in Taganrog, a small provincial port on the Sea of Azov, in southern Russia on January 29, 1860. A son of a grocer (his father had the official rank of Trader of the Third Guild - купeц 3й гильдии) and grandson to a serf who had bought his own freedom, Anton Chekhov was the third of six children.

Anton attended a school for Greek boys in Taganrog (1866-1868), and at the age of eight he was sent to the Taganrog Gymnasium for boys, where he proved an average pupil. Rather reserved and undemonstrative, he nevertheless gained a reputation for satirical comments, for pranks, and for making up humorous nicknames for his teachers. He enjoyed playing in amateur theatricals and often attended performances at the provincial theater. As an adolescent he tried his hand at writing short "anecdotes", farcical or facetious stories, although he is also known to have written a serious long play at this time, "Fatherless", which he later destroyed.

Anton Chekhov was in love with theater and literature from his childhood. The first performance that he attended was Jacques Offenbach's operetta "Elena the Beautiful" onstage Taganrog City Theater on October 4, 1873. Anton was a thirteen years old Gymnasium student, and from that moment on, he became a great theater lover and spent there virtually all his savings. His favorite seat in the theater was at the back gallery for it was cheap (40 silver kopeeks), and because Gymnasium students needed a special authorisation to go to the theater. The permission was given not often and mostly for the weekends. Sometimes, Chekhov and other fellow students disguised themselves and even wore some makeup, spectacles or a fake beard, trying to fool the regular school staff who checked for unauthorized presence of students.

The writer's mother, Yevgeniya, was an excellent storyteller, and Chekhov is supposed to have acquired his own gift for narrative and to have learned to read and write from her. His father, Pavel Yegorovich Chekhov, a strict disciplinarian and a religious zealot, demanded from all dedication to the Eastern Orthodox Church and the family business. In 1875, facing bankruptcy, he was forced to escape from creditors to Moscow, where his two eldest sons were attending the university, and for the next several years the family lived in poverty.


Anton stayed behind in Taganrog for three more years to finish school. He made ends meet by giving private tutoring, selling off household goods, and later, working in a clothing warehouse. In 1879, Chekhov completed schooling at the gymnasium and joined his family in Moscow, having gained admission to the medical school at Moscow State University.


Early writings

In a bid to support his family, Chekhov started writing short, humorous sketches and vignettes of contemporary Russian life, many under pseudonyms such as Antosha Chekhonte (Антоша Чехонте), Man without the spleen (Человек без селезенки), and others. His first published piece appeared in the St Petersburg weekly Strekoza (Стрекоза, "Dragonfly") in March, 1880. It is not known how many stories Chekhov wrote during this period, but his output was prodigious, and he rapidly earned a reputation as a satirical chronicler of Russian street life.

Nicolas Leykin, one of the leading publishers of the time and the owner of Oskolki (Осколки, "Fragments"), to which Chekhov began submitting some of his finer works, recognized the writer's talent but restricted the length of Chekhov's prose, limiting him only to sketches of a page and a half in length. Some believe that it was this limitation that developed Chekhov's trademark concise style.

Chekhov qualified as a physician in 1884, but continued writing for weekly periodicals and in 1885 began submitting to the Petersburgskaya Gazeta ("The Petersburg Gazette") longer works of a more somber nature; these were rejected by Leykin. By December 1885 he was invited to write for one of the most respected papers of St Petersburg, Novoye vremya (Новое Время, "New Times"), owned and edited by the millionaire magnate Alexey Suvorin. By 1886 Chekhov was becoming a well-known writer, but he still considered his writing a hobby.

Dmitrii Grigorovich, one of the many writers who were attracted to Chekhov's stories, persuaded him to take his talents seriously. In an immensely fruitful year Chekhov wrote over a hundred stories and published his first collection "Motley Tales" {Pestrye rasskazy) with support from Suvorin, and in the following year the short story collection "At Dusk" (V sumerkakh) won Chekhov the coveted Pushkin Prize.
His illness forced Chekhov to spend long periods of time in Nice, France and later in Yalta in the Crimea. Chekhov died of complications of tuberculosis in Badenweiler, Germany where he had been visiting a special clinic for treatment. He was buried in Novodevichy Cemetery.

Mature years

In the late 1880s, Chekhov contracted tuberculosis from his patient. In 1887, forced by overwork and ill health, Chekhov undertook a trip to eastern Ukraine. Upon his return, he started writing the long short story The Steppe (Step), which was eventually published in a serious literary journal Severny vestnik ("Northern Herald"). This short story marked a new height for the writer, having the prestige to be published in a leading periodical of the time and showing the maturity that distinguished his later fiction.


After a successful production of The Seagull by the Moscow Art Theatre, he wrote three more plays for the same company: Uncle Vanya, The Three Sisters and The Cherry Orchard. In 1901 he married Olga Leonardovna Knipper (1870-1959), an actress who performed in his plays.

The movement toward naturalism in theatre that was sweeping Europe reached its highest artistic peak in Russia in 1898 with the formation of the Moscow Art Theatre (later called МХАТ, the Moscow Academy Art Theatre). Its name became synonymous with that of Chekhov, whose plays about the day-to-day life of the landed gentry achieved a delicate poetic realism that was years ahead of its time. Konstantin Stanislavsky, its director, became the 20th century's most influential theorist on acting.

Accompanied by Suvorin, Chekhov visited western Europe. Their long and close friendship negatively reflected on Chekhov's popularity, as Suvorin's Novoye vremya was considered politically reactionary in the increasingly liberal times. Eventually, Chekhov broke with Suvorin over the attitude taken by the paper toward the notorious Dreyfus Affair in France, with Chekhov championing the cause of Alfred Dreyfus.

His illness forced Chekhov to spend long periods of time in Nice, France and later in Yalta in the Crimea. Chekhov died of complications of tuberculosis in Badenweiler, Germany where he had been visiting a special clinic for treatment. He was buried in Novodevichy Cemetery.

Assessment

It can be safely said that Chekhov revolutionized the genre of short story; his subject matter and technique influenced many future short-story writers. It is often said that little action occurs in Chekhov's stories and plays, but he compensates for lack of outward excitement by his original techniques for developing internal drama. The point of a typical Chekhov story is most often what happens within a given character, and that is conveyed indirectly, by suggestion or by significant detail. Chekhov eschews the traditional build-up of chronological detail, instead emphasizing moments of epiphanies and illumination over a significantly shorter period of time. As such, his best stories have a psychological realism and concision seldom matched by other writers. Tolstoy likened Chekhov's technique to that of the French Impressionists, who daubed canvases with paint apparently without reason, but achieved an overall effect of vivid, unchallengeable artistry.


One critic says of Chekhov that he is no moralist ?- he simply says "you live badly, ladies and gentlemen," but his smile has the indulgence of a very wise man.

As samples of the Russian epistolary art, Chekhov's letters have been rated second only to Aleksandr Pushkin's by the literary historian D.S. Mirsky. Although Chekhov is still chiefly known for his plays, critical opinion shows signs of establishing the stories, particularly those that were written after 1888, as an even more significant and creative literary achievement.

Equally innovative in his dramatic works, Chekhov sought to convey the texture of everyday life and move away from traditional ideas of plot and conventions of dramatic speech. Dialogue in his plays is not smooth or continuous: characters interrupt each other, several different conversations take place at the same time, and lengthy pauses occur when no one speaks at all. A recurring theme is the pointlessness of radical, human or mechanical change, versus the powerful inertia of slow organic cycles.

Perhaps one of his best known contributions is Chekhov's dictum (also known as Chekhov's Gun): If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it's not going to be fired, it shouldn't be hanging there.

Influence


Although contemporary Russian literary critics celebrated Chekhov, international fame came only after World War I with Constance Garnett's English translations.

Chekhov's plays were immensely popular in England in the 1920s and have become classics of the British stage. In the United States his fame came somewhat later, through the influence of Stanislavsky's technique for achieving realistic acting. American playwrights such as Tennessee Williams, Arthur Miller, and Clifford Odets have used Chekhovian techniques, and few important writers of plays in the 20th century can have escaped Chekhov's influence entirely: for example, the work by British playwright Michael Frayn is often compared to that of Chekhov for its focus on humorous family situations and its insights into society.

Many writers of prose, particularly of short stories, have also been influenced by Chekhov, such as Katherine Mansfield. John Cheever has been called "the Chekhov of the suburbs" for his ability to capture the drama and sadness of the lives of his characters by revealing the undercurrents of apparently insignificant events. American writer Raymond Carver was also frequently compared to Chekhov, because of his minimalistic prose style, and tendency to meditate upon the humor and tragedy in the everyday lives of working class people. Master of the short story, the British author Victor Sawdon Pritchett's short stories are prized for their craftsmanship and comic irony similar to that of Chekhov.

The continuously growing list of films and theater productions based on Chekhov's stories and plays includes Emil Loteanu's My Tender and Affectionate Beast (1978, see Мой ласковый и нежный зверь at the Internet Movie Database), Nikita Mikhalkov and Marcello Mastroianni's Dark Eyes (1987), Louis Malle's Vanya on 42nd Street (1994), Anthony Hopkins's August (1996), Lanford Wilson's The Three Sisters (1997), among many others.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anton_Chekhov
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 12:07 pm
W. C. Fields
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

W. C. Fields (January 29, 1880 - December 25, 1946) was an American comedian and actor. Fields created one of the great American comic personas of the first half of the 20th century?-a misanthrope who teetered on the edge of buffoonery but never quite fell in, an egotist blind to his own failings, a charming drunk, and a man who hated children, dogs and women, unless they were the wrong sort of women. ("I'm very fond of children... girl children, around 18 or 20!")


Birth and early career

Born William Claude Dukenfield in Darby, Pennsylvania. His father, Jim Dukenfield, came from an English-Irish family of noble origins (being descendants of Lord Dukenfield of Cheshire), and his mother, Kate Spangler Felton, was also of British descent. However, Jim Dukenfield was of the working class in England, and in the United States, sold vegetables from a cart, an enterprise in which the young William assisted. Fields left home at age 11 and entered vaudeville. By age 21 he was traveling as a comedy juggling act, becoming a headliner in both North America and Europe. In 1906 he made his Broadway debut in the musical comedy The Ham Tree, signing with impresario Florenz Ziegfeld.

Hollywood

Like many vaudevillians, Fields worked in silent films and one-reelers, but he first hit big theatrical fame in 1923 in the Broadway musical Poppy, where he perfected his persona as an oily, failed confidence man. Fields later appeared in talking feature films and short subjects, including the 1934 classic It's a Gift, which included a version of his stage sketch of trying to sleep on the back porch as a result of nagging family and being bedeviled by noisy neighbors and traveling salesmen. ("You're drunk!" "Yeah, and you're crazy! But I'll be sober tomorrow, and you'll be crazy for the rest of your life!")

Fields had an affection for unlikely names and many of his characters bore them. As he was often also a writer on his films, the credits often include quite unusual names substituting for his own, such as "Mahatma Kane Jeeves" or "Otis Cribblecoblis". He also used the ordinary-sounding "Charles Bogle" several times.

He was an expert juggler, and this staple of his vaudeville act found its way into small and tantalizing segments of his movies from time to time. His vaudeville act also included a routine with a pool table, so the pool table also made many appearances in his films over the years. In somewhat of a parallel to Groucho Marx's famous greasepaint mustache, Fields wore a scruffy looking clip-on mustache in virtually all of his silent films, finally discarding it once talkies began.

In his films he often played hustlers such as carnival barkers and card sharks, spinning yarns and distracting his marks, as with this gem from Mississippi: "Whilst traveling through the Andes Mountains, we lost our corkscrew. Had to live on food and water for several days!"

He was a lifelong fan of author Charles Dickens, and achieved one of his career ambitions by playing the character Mr. Micawber, in MGM's David Copperfield, directed by George Cukor, in 1935. In 1936, Fields recreated his signature stage role in Poppy for Paramount Pictures wherein Richard Cromwell, played the suitor of Fields' daughter, Rochelle Hudson. ("If we should ever separate, my little plum, I want to give you just one bit of fatherly advice." "Yes, Pop?" "Never give a sucker an even break!"). He had previously transferred his famous role onto the screen a decade earlier in Sally of the Sawdust (1925) directed by the legendary D.W. Griffith (whose career was in a slump). The previous effort at bringing Poppy to the screen was not a success.

Fields's ego sometimes got in the way of important roles. He turned down the role of the Wizard in The Wizard of Oz fearing the role would be "too small".

Radio

Illness, worsened by his heavy drinking, stopped Fields' film work for a time, but he made a comeback trading insults with Edgar Bergen's dummy Charlie McCarthy on radio in 1938. ("Is it true your father was a gate-leg table?" "If it is, your father was under it!"). This so-called "rivalry" between the two carried onto film in You Can't Cheat an Honest Man (1939). In 1940 he made My Little Chickadee with Mae West, as well as The Bank Dick, which perhaps might be his most well-known film ("Was I in here last night, and did I spend a $20 bill?" "Yeah!" "Boy, is that a load off my mind... I thought I'd lost it!").

He was known to his friends as "Bill", a fact evidenced in Never Give a Sucker an Even Break, in which he played himself. Edgar Bergen also called him "Bill" in the radio shows. Charlie McCarthy called him by other names. In films in which he was portrayed as having a son, he sometimes named the character "Claude". In England he was sometimes billed as "Wm. C. Fields", presumably to avoid controversy due to "W.C." being the abbreviation for "Water Closet", although it might be safely assumed that Fields himself was amused by the coincidence.


Death

Fields spent his final weeks in a hospital, where a friend stopped by for a visit and caught Fields reading the Bible. He enquired as to why, since Fields was an atheist, to which Fields replied, "I'm checking for loopholes." In a final irony, W. C. Fields died in 1946 of a stomach hemorrhage on the holiday he claimed to despise: Christmas Day. He died in a bungalow-type sanatarium where, as he lay in bed dying, his long-time and final love, Carlotta Monti, went outside and turned the hose onto the roof, so as to allow Fields to hear for one last time his favourite sound of rain on the roof.

He was interred in the Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery, in Glendale, California. There have been stories that he wanted his grave marker to read, "On the whole, I would rather be in Philadelphia", his home town, and similar to a line he used in My Little Chickadee, "I'd like to see Paris before I die... Philadelphia would do!" This rumor has also been twisted into "I would rather be here than in Philadelphia." Whatever his wishes might have been, his interment marker merely has his name, and birth and death years.

His long-time mistress Carlotta Monti is among several people who have chronicled Fields's life, in her book, W.C. Fields and Me. The book was made into a film of the same name in 1976.


Caricatures

Fields' face, complete with bulbous nose, rotund body and blustery, nasal voice have often been caricatured . A few examples:

* Several contemporary cartoons contained Fields characterizations. [1]
* The comic strip The Wizard of Id features an attorney called "Larsen E. Pettifogger", who is an obvious parody of Fields and even borrows from the character name "Larsen E. Whipsnade" that Fields used in You Can't Cheat an Honest Man.
* After the Frito-Lay organization was pressured to pull their Mexican stereotyped character called the "Frito Bandito" in the late 60s, they substituted a Fields lookalike called "W.C. Fritos".
* Fields was easy to mimic. For example, Ed McMahon could do a perfect Fields, and invoked it on The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson from time to time.

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Victor Mature
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Victor Mature (born in Louisville, Kentucky; 29 January 1913-4 August 1999) was an Italian-American film actor. He is often described as an early examplar of the term beefcake due to his muscular physique and stolid onscreen manner. But unlike any of his contemporaries and his many successors, Mature always brought a sense of fragility, doubt and uncertainty to his characters. His Samson in Samson and Delilah is no doubt his best known role; not because of the beefcake, but for the pathos he brings to the blinded hero.

Discovered while on stage at the Pasadena Community Playhouse, his first leading role was as a fur-clad caveman in One Million B.C. (1940), after which he joined 20th Century Fox to star opposite actresses such as Betty Grable and Rita Hayworth. However, with the US entry into World War II, Mature entered military service.

After the war, Mature was cast by John Ford in My Darling Clementine, playing Doc Holliday opposite Henry Fonda's Wyatt Earp. For the next decade, Mature settled into playing hard-boiled characters in a range of genres such as westerns and Biblical films, such as The Robe (with Richard Burton and Jean Simmons) and its popular sequel, Demetrius and the Gladiators (with Susan Hayward). Both films deal with the fate of the robe worn by Jesus before the crucifixion. Victor also starred with Hedy Lamarr in Cecil B. Demille's Bible epic, Samson and Delilah.

Mature was under no illusions as to his acting prowess. Once, after being rejected for membership in a country club because he was an actor, he cracked, "I'm not an actor - and I've got 67 films to prove it!"

Victor Mature died of leukemia on 4 August 1999, at the age of 86. He was once incorrectly listed as dead in a film book. Upon his death, Mature was brought back to his hometown of Louisville, Kentucky and was buried in his family's burial plot at St. Michael's Cemetery.

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Paddy Chayefsky
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Sidney Aaron Chayefsky (January 29, 1923 - August 1, 1981) known as Paddy Chayefsky was an acclaimed dramatist who transitioned from the golden age of American live television in the 1950s to have a successful career as a playwright and screenwriter for Hollywood.

He was born in the Bronx, New York in 1923 to Russian Jewish parents. He studied at the City College of New York and Fordham University and served in the U.S. Army during World War II, for which he was awarded a Purple Heart.

He began writing for a living in the 1940s. His work on Marty, first as a live production for television in 1953 and then for film two years later, gave him his first major success. The film, starring Ernest Borgnine, won the Academy Award for Best Picture. Chayefsky's work on that and other teleplays inspired comparisons with Arthur Miller, and he received an Academy Award for his work on the screenplay. He focused on screenplays after the success with Marty, with films such as The Goddess (for which he received an Oscar nomination) and The Bachelor Party. In the 1960s his writing credits included The Americanization of Emily and Paint Your Wagon. He went on to win two more Oscars for his work on The Hospital (1971) and the film for which he is best known, Network, for both of which he also received Golden Globe awards. His last screenplay was based on his novel Altered States, though on the film he was credited under his real first and middle name, Sidney Aaron, because of disputes with the director.

He is known for his comments during the 1978 Oscar telecast after Vanessa Redgrave, when she went to accept her award for Best Supporting Actress in Julia, made a controversial speech denouncing extreme elements of Zionism. He made a comment during the program immediately after hers in which he stated that he was upset by her using the event to make an irrelevant political viewpoint during a film award program. He said, "I would like to suggest to Miss Redgrave that her winning an Academy Award is not a pivotal moment in history, does not require a proclamation and a simple 'Thank you' would have sufficed."

Paddy Chayefsky died in New York City of cancer in 1981 at the age of 58, and was interred in Kensico Cemetery in Valhalla, Westchester County, New York.

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Tom Selleck
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Tom Selleck (born January 29, 1945, in Detroit, Michigan) is an American actor best known for his starring role on the long-running television show Magnum P.I..

Rising to 6'4", Selleck's dark hair, muscular and hairy-chested physique, sex appeal, trademark moustache, and good sense of humor make him popular for action, drama, and comedy parts; his Magnum role was a mix of all three.

After bit parts in film and TV as a contract actor for Universal Studios including Myra Breckinridge and a couple of failed pilots Selleck was awarded the role of Magnum that became a huge hit. Ironically Selleck, after years of little interest, was cast as Indiana Jones in Raiders of the Lost Ark that same year. Magnum's producers would not release the actor and he had to pass on the role, which then went to Harrison Ford.

Selleck starred in a number of film roles during and after Magnum; among the most notable were as an acrophobic police detective in Runaway and as a stand-in father in Three Men and a Baby. He also played the lead role in the Australian western Quigley Down Under. However, he never quite developed into a major film star, nor was he able to reestablish himself as the star of a regular TV series.

Selleck had a very successful recurring guest-star television role on the popular sitcom "Friends" as "Richard", an ophthalmologist friend of Monica Geller's father and, eventually, one of Monica's (ex-)boyfriends. Selleck also had a recurring role in the 1970s as Lance White in The Rockford Files. Lance was very trusting and always lucky, much to the surprise of Jim Rockford, the show's star private eye played by James Garner. Selleck's character was based on one played in Garner's earlier TV series Maverick (1957) by Selleck lookalike Wayde Preston in that series' highest-rated episode, "The Saga of Waco Williams."

Selleck has also appeared in a number of made-for-TV movies in recent years. In particular, he has sought to help bring back to popularity the western, often playing one of that genre's typical characters but thrust into a modern context.

Surprising many of his fans, Selleck unexpectedly played the role of General Dwight D. Eisenhower in the History Channel's 2004 made-for-TV movie Ike: Countdown to D-Day. The movie showed the planning, politics, and preparation for the 1944 Invasion of Normandy, and Selleck was critically lauded for playing a cool, calm Eisenhower.

Selleck is an outspoken member of the National Rifle Association, and in a well known incident he was verbally attacked by Rosie O'Donnell on her television show over his support of the NRA (before the show, she had promised not to bring up the subject, but says her temper got the best of her). Selleck is a libertarian and is a registered Independent. He is slated to appear at a fundraiser to benefit National Review, a conservative news magazine.

Selleck was married to actress Jacquelyn Ray from 1970 to 1982. He adopted Ray's son from a previous marriage, Kevin. He married actress Jillie Mack on August 7, 1987, and they have one daughter, Hannah. Selleck received an honorary doctorate from Pepperdine University. He was chosen because of his outstanding character and ethics. He is a board member of the non-profit Michael Josephson Institute of Ethics and co-founder of the Character Counts Coalition. He was chosen by People Magazine in 1998 as one of the 50 most beautiful people in the world.

Selleck enlisted in the National Guard in 1966 and served in the infantry.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Selleck
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Reply Sun 29 Jan, 2006 12:13 pm
The novel in which Cohen writes of Catherine Tekakwitha is a remarkable novel. Beautiful Losers. There is a section of the book taken by Buffy Sainte-Marie and set to music (God is Alive). I have read it two or three times.
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magic is afoot
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