Surprisingly, Men Often Make Passes

Wednesday, March 10th, 2004 • No Comments on Surprisingly, Men Often Make Passes

A poem by Dorothy Parker, because I’m too lazy to write my own and she said it better than I could.

Neither Bloody nor Bowed
They say of me, and so they should,
It’s doubtful if I come to good.
I see acquaintances and friends
Accumulating dividends,
And making enviable names
In science, art, and parlor games.
But I, despite expert advice,
Keep doing things I think are nice,
And though to good I never come-
Inseparable my nose and thumb!

And one more, for Spalding Gray and every writer who has considered it.

Coda
There’s little in taking or giving,
There’s little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest’s for a clam in a shell,
So I’m thinking of throwing the battle-
Would you kindly direct me to hell?

I suspect I would have liked Dorothy Parker quite a lot.

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