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DOROTHY PARKER AT THE ALGONQUIN, NEW YORK

Some hold court like the rounding tables of ten with vibrant misfits
Who tangle words in thought and upset the synapse, discouraging words
that erase any hope, beguiling tidbits of excuses being indulged
for a brief second on the largest ego stage in the world
daring to challenge, fein to listen, charging forth or
lost in the abysmal throng of celebrity
Temper she the harvest lost in the milky dust that settles
Around the smoke filled room,oysters and caviar,
Whispers thunder into print and you are no longer
On stage but now seated next to the fat lady in the last row-
Manhattan is for fakes who can make it and then become real on stage
After a has been producer has seduced you and your maids
Tearing away any façade and being cruel to themselves
Afflicting hurtful words that only an
Audience could love “you are nothing but tears and a pretty hairdo
Today and an afterthought in the social obit tomorrow,”
she would say
Life deems it necessary to listen to no bell that rings in the dark wintry
Evening or in the bottle that empties itself of doubt giving you the perfect word to throw at your friends hoping to hit them
Shall we do this again tomorrow

DOROTHY PARKER AT THE ALGONQUIN, NEW YORK

Jsimone

Va Beach, United States

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The fiery, fiesty madam who controlled the words of New York’s touchy set

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