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June 28, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
I think we can all agree that what this day needs is Joan Crawford dramatically reading Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “Dirge Without Music.”
TAGS poetry, Joan Crawford, Edna St. Vincent Millay, wire hangers, no wire hangers
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John Gesang |
July 1, 2013 at 4:27 am
Quite, as it’s put, interesting. Where was this from, exactly? And is there more? It fits into the same bag of treasured retro curiosities as Lucille Ball’s readings of Dorothy Parker. Thanks.
Isla Adele |
October 26, 2013 at 5:07 pm
Jesus, she really butchered it. It’s defiant, obviously, but in no way is it flippant, jaunty or sardonic. It’s mournful. It’s angry. ‘More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world,’ is one of the most heartbreaking, poignant lines in all poetry, in my humble opinion. This shouldn’t be read as if at a valiant distance, or triumphantly standing on top of the rubble still waving your flag; it’s about the terrible, maddening, senseless loss in life, and the complete inability of any spiritual or religious platitude to bring peace or logic or acceptance to it. Dirge is controlled, broken-hearted rage. Crawford missed that entirely.
Tim Mineau |
November 15, 2014 at 1:03 am
where is Lucy reading???
[…] you could go a different route: The Paris Review Daily presents Joan Crawford reading Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “Dirge Without Music.” Is anyone not a little terrified by the time she gets to the line “but the best is lost”? […]
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