Comment 7 of 7, added on February 7th, 2013 at 10:04 AM.
in the postwar period, till the 1960s, people could say that it did not
rain in California - East Coast people said that a lot, but knew it was not
true - another thing making it typical of the era is that the poet had just
spoken to his friend or associate by telephone - this is not stated but
must have been the case, and accounts for the sense that the poet feels
boxed in, no one to share his shock with (hence the poem) - nowadays there
would be cell-phone communications, and of course no sense of hot news -
"Extra! Extra!" - in newspaper headlines
fred from United States
Comment 6 of 7, added on January 3rd, 2012 at 1:48 AM.
The answer of an eerxpt. Good to hear from you.
Comment 5 of 7, added on April 9th, 2011 at 2:30 PM.
I have always liked this one . . .the rush and bustle of an ordinary day of
crazy weather, bad traffic in the city, being wrapped up your own
appointments . . . a lot of quick and jumbled lines brought to a halt by a
bit of celebrity news. What is it about Hollywood icons? Lana Turner, a
woman the narrator has never met, all the way across the country, collapses
and it affects him profoundly. He considers his own life, his own behavior
(and perhaps, as a gay man, OHara is commenting on the gay identification
with Hollywood bombshells) and reaches out to the beautiful stranger on
film: Lana Turner we love you get up.
J from United States
Comment 4 of 7, added on January 22nd, 2011 at 10:29 AM.
I like it
Lana Turner was way before my time, but I like this poem.
from United States
Comment 3 of 7, added on January 14th, 2011 at 1:46 PM.
Lana Turner has collapsed!
I agree with CD totally P U! Really Bad....
Comment 2 of 7, added on April 9th, 2010 at 1:28 AM.
P U this stinks... the decline of western civilization.
Comment 1 of 7, added on June 30th, 2009 at 5:15 AM.
Frank shoulda been around to write this about Michael.