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Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Those Who Now Live On In Memory, 2013 The Departed

R.I.P.:



The theater of the departed, 2013

Lovely Joan  Fontaine, who won the Best Actress Oscar in 1941 for her role in "Suspicion," died at age 96 this year.
Lovely Joan Fontaine, who won the Best Actress Oscar in 1941 for her role in "Suspicion," died at age 96 this year.
Lovely Joan  Fontaine, who won the Best Actress Oscar in 1941 for her role in "Suspicion," died at age 96 this year.GALLERY: The theater of the departed, 2013

In the great theater of life, to remember is to celebrate. And many are the names, their seats now vacant, to celebrate as 2013 closes.
Leaders. Two greats, Nelson Mandela of South Africa, 95, and Margaret Thatcher, 87, of the United Kingdom, lead the list. Joining them is Hugo Chávez, 58, mercurial president of Venezuela, and longtime U.S. House Speaker Thomas S. Foley, 84; New York mayor Ed Koch, who did just fine, 88; and U.S. Rep. Lindy Boggs, 97, a Democratic activist, and the wife and mother of politicians, as well as of journalist Cokie Roberts.
Newsmakers. Those thrust into the light now remain in light. Three were near the finish line of the Boston Marathon: Martin Richard, 8, Krystle Campbell, 29, and Lu Lingzi, 23.
Astronaut Scott Carpenter, 88, helped the United States forge into space. Mikhail Kalashnikov, 94, invented the AK-47 rifle that survives him. Bletchley Park codebreaker Mavis Batey, 92, now knows all keys to all codes. And Muriel Siebert, 84, was the first woman to hold a seat on the guy-centric New York Stock Exchange.
Film and TV. Joan Fontaine, 96, won an Oscar for the 1941 film SuspicionPeter O'Toole, 81, was an acting prodigy and worst-ever continuing Oscar snub.
A generation of stars exited arm-in-arm, including original Munchkin Margaret Pellegrini, 89; pretty Deanna Durbin, 91; swimmer Esther Williams, 91; funny Jean Stapleton, 90; excellent Julie Harris, 87; sidesplitting Jonathan Winters, 87;  and Eleanor Parker, 91 .
Diane Disney Miller, 79, was a Disney daughter, a vintner, and a protector of the family name; Disney pretty Annette Funicello was 70. Karen Black, 74, finishes her easy pieces, and Dennis Farina, 69, was an actor of character. Harry Reems of Deep Throat notoriety was 65. Special-effects god Ray Harryhausen was 92.
    Three untimely passings traumatized the TV/film world. Paul Walker, 40, known for his role in the Fast and Furious franchise, died in a fiery car wreck; Cory Monteith, 31, of Glee died of heroin/alcohol poisoning. James Gandolfini, 51, accomplished film star, was Tony Soprano, antihero of the groundbreaking HBO show The Sopranos.
David Frost, 74, was a celebrity-interview TV pioneer, and Joyce Brothers, 85, parlayed brainpower and sense into a long career as columnist, TV host, and all-around celeb.
Sport. The velvet voice of Pat Summerall, 82, will always be in the air. Football remembered coach Bum Phillips, 90; running back Chuck Muncie, 60; defensive ends Deacon Jones, 74, and L.C. Greenwood, 67, and clutch receiver Todd Christensen, 57.
Baseball remembered, among others, Stan Musial, 92, quiet magician of the game; and slugger George Scott, 69.
Golf let Miller Barber, 82, and Ken Venturi, 82, play through. Boxing saluted champs Tommy Morrison, 44, and Ken Norton, 70. And basketball pondered the sweet shots of Walt Bellamy, 74, and Bill Sharman, 87.
Music. That heckuva heavenly band keeps growing. Four keyboard titans serenade the parade: jazz great Marian McPartland, 95; classical great Van Cliburn, 78; Cubano maravilloso Bebo Valdés, 95; and Doors keyboardist Ray Manzarek, 74.
Country gentleman Ray Price was 87, and Yusef Lateef, 93, inspired reed players everywhere. Trumpet great Donald Byrd was 80, and reggae sax man Cedric Brooks was 70.
Toshi Seeger, to whom Pete was husband for 70 years, was 91. Über-producer Phil Ramone was 79, and Robert Zildjian, 89, made the Zildjian cymbals. Songwriter George Jackson ("Old Time Rock and Roll") was 68.
It was a year of guitarists, including blues-rocker J.J. Cale, 74; Alvin Lee of Ten Years After, 68; country-bluesman Magic Slim, 75; and all-purpose session man Hugh McCracken, 70.
Of course, heaven must have bassists. And it now welcomes Edward Butch Warren, 74, Marshall Lytle, 79, and Cordell "Boogie" Mosson, 60.
What would heaven be without singers? Now it has even more celestial vocalists, including Cleotha Staples, 77; country star Mindy McCready, 37; and Patty Andrews, last surviving Andrews sister, 94.
Lou Reed, now a satellite of love, was 71. Richie Havens, 72, has freedom, freedom. Country star George Jones was 81, lovely Eydie Gorme was 84, and equally lovely Patti Page was 85.
The literary arts. Two Nobel prizewinners rounded their periods: Golden Notebook author Doris Lessing, 94, and fabulous Irish poet Seamus Heaney, 74.
Other poets taking song to a higher level include the Philly area's Daniel Hoffman, 89, and formal master John Hollander, 83.
Nigerian novelist Chinua Achebe, 82, brought the African novel to the world. Tom Clancy, 66, mastered the spy/soldier thriller, and Elmore Leonard, 87, was a western and thriller writer with one of the best ears for dialogue of all time. Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, screenwriter, novelist, was 85. Oscar Hijuelos, 62, won the Pulitzer for The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love. Romance writer Janet Dailey was 69. Translator William Weaver, 90, helped bring Humberto Eco, Italo Calvino, and more into English. Carolyn Cassady, 90, was spouse of Neal Cassady, girlfriend of Jack Kerouac, and a writer and painter.
Roger Ebert, 70, stellar movie critic, became, late in life, a world-beating blogger. He joins his longtime co-critic, Gene Siskel, awaiting him in the upstairs office since 1999. Critics Albert Murray and Stanley Kauffmann were both 97. Outspoken White House correspondent Helen Thomas was 92. And Pauline Phillips, 94, was better known as "Dear Abby" Van Buren. She'll teach Elysium to behave.
Science and technology. Frederick Sanger, 95, was a biochemist and two-time Nobelist. Lawrence R. Klein, a University of Pennsylvania professor and economics Nobelist, was 93. Hiroshi Yamauchi, 85, for five decades was the godfather of Nintendo and the computer-games revolution. Masao Oshida, 58, was the chief of the troubled Fukushima nuclear reactors. Acoustics pioneers Amar Bose, 83, and Ray Dolby, 80, are now bathed in perfect sound.
Chemist Malcolm Renfrew, 103, did work that helped lead to the development of Teflon, and chemist Ruth Benerito, 97, helped invent permanent press. Willis Ware, 93, was a Princeton computer pioneer and campaigner for privacy rights, and ecology pioneer Ruth Patrick was 105.


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Saturday, August 31, 2013

Seamus Heaney R.I.P. - "Casualty"


Poem of the Day: Casualty

BY SEAMUS HEANEY
I   

He would drink by himself   
And raise a weathered thumb   
Towards the high shelf,   
Calling another rum   
And blackcurrant, without   
Having to raise his voice,   
Or order a quick stout   
By a lifting of the eyes   
And a discreet dumb-show   
Of pulling off the top;   
At closing time would go   
In waders and peaked cap   
Into the showery dark,   
dole-kept breadwinner   
But a natural for work.   
I loved his whole manner,   
Sure-footed but too sly,   
His deadpan sidling tact,   
His fisherman's quick eye   
And turned observant back.   

Incomprehensible   
To him, my other life.   
Sometimes, on the high stool,   
Too busy with his knife   
At a tobacco plug   
And not meeting my eye,   
In the pause after a slug   
He mentioned poetry.   
We would be on our own   
And, always politic   
And shy of condescension,   
I would manage by some trick   
To switch the talk to eels   
Or lore of the horse and cart   
Or the Provisionals.   

But my tentative art   
His turned back watches too:   
He was blown to bits   
Out drinking in a curfew   
Others obeyed, three nights   
After they shot dead   
The thirteen men in Derry.   
PARAS THIRTEEN, the walls said,   
BOGSIDE NIL. That Wednesday   
Everyone held   
His breath and trembled.   


                   II   

It was a day of cold   
Raw silence, wind-blown   
surplice and soutane:   
Rained-on, flower-laden   
Coffin after coffin   
Seemed to float from the door   
Of the packed cathedral   
Like blossoms on slow water.   
The common funeral   
Unrolled its swaddling band,   
Lapping, tightening   
Till we were braced and bound   
Like brothers in a ring.   

But he would not be held   
At home by his own crowd   
Whatever threats were phoned,   
Whatever black flags waved.   
I see him as he turned   
In that bombed offending place,   
Remorse fused with terror   
In his still knowable face,   
His cornered outfaced stare   
Blinding in the flash.   

He had gone miles away   
For he drank like a fish   
Nightly, naturally   
Swimming towards the lure   
Of warm lit-up places,   
The blurred mesh and murmur   
Drifting among glasses   
In the gregarious smoke.   
How culpable was he   
That last night when he broke   
Our tribe's complicity?   
'Now, you're supposed to be   
An educated man,'   
I hear him say. 'Puzzle me   
The right answer to that one.'


                   III   

I missed his funeral,   
Those quiet walkers   
And sideways talkers   
Shoaling out of his lane   
To the respectable   
Purring of the hearse...   
They move in equal pace   
With the habitual   
Slow consolation   
Of a dawdling engine,   
The line lifted, hand   
Over fist, cold sunshine   
On the water, the land   
Banked under fog: that morning   
I was taken in his boat,   
The Screw purling, turning   
Indolent fathoms white,   
I tasted freedom with him.   
To get out early, haul   
Steadily off the bottom,   
Dispraise the catch, and smile   
As you find a rhythm   
Working you, slow mile by mile,   
Into your proper haunt   
Somewhere, well out, beyond...   

Dawn-sniffing revenant,   
Plodder through midnight rain,   
Question me again.

Seamus Heaney, "Casualty" from Opened Ground: Selected Poems 1966-1996. Copyright © 1998 by Seamus Heaney. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus & Giroux, LLC, www.fsgbooks.com. All rights reserved.