Felique Dupré in the Haunted World: Fellini Characters with Hitchcock Touches

A chill settles over Jamaica Plains as the F Train winds
its way to The Village.

“New Haven. Miss?” sang the conductor.

Persephone sits quietly with an old bag between her knees.

Surely, Hades will ignore the weather and see her; but she has
no guarantees.

Her stomach grumbles as she examines the other passengers.

They look like Fellini characters with Hitchcock touches.

To her left is the slave boy from The Satyricon, but, he also looks like
Grace Kelly: and she’s sure she’s seen that whore in La Dolce Vita
and The Birds.

Animated gif of Anita Ekberg and Marcello Mastroianni from Federico Fellini's 'La Dolce Vita'
La Dolce Vita

The E screams to a stop.

“Penn Station. Miss?” sang the conductor.

Persephone quickly rises and says her good-byes.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

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Smorgasbord Blogger Daily – Thursday 27th July 2017 – Christy Birmingham, Tim Linthicum, Travelling Happens Here and The Book Mom.

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Welcome to a selection of the posts that I have read and enjoyed over the last couple of days. If you would like to share your post here.. just put the link into the comments or email me at sally.cronin@moyhill.com

Fatigue for many men and women is a daily struggle and there are a number of factors that contribute to this debilitating and threat to the body. Christy Birmingham has written an article on the subject that offers some tips on overcoming the issue.

Tired of feeling tired? Being low in energy is the worst, everything feels like a huge chore, and it has you feeling like you want to climb into bed and just be left alone. It’s easy to put tiredness down to lack of sleep due to being so busy, but actually, there are lots of different things that could come into play. Here are just a…

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Golem

For the Old Testament which I lied upon and spent the rest
of that year in Hell.

For paintings of Moses white against volcanic ash!

For Isaac who me wonder and Jacob who made me wonder; together we went to Temple where I refused to learn Hebrew and the teacher called me retarded.

For Rabbi Padol, who smoked in the Tabernacle and made the girls giggle as dust settled on the Torah, which I kissed and sneezed, and kissed and sneezed, until my Bar Mitzvah, (that ceremony in English) and later received hats and a checking account.

That Passover Sunday the dogwood was in bloom and I found
a litter of dead puppies in the front yard.

I pitched a tee-pee over the corpses and said Adonoi three times.

That year I thought of sacrifice and God’s ruthless lust for proof!

I thought of the Lamb: how he bellows, “Look what I did for you!” extending his bloody palms.

(c) Rob Goldstein, poem July 1986, image June 2017