it's Greek for oblivion from grief

 


I can’t dispel you from my thoughts - Burton says to Taylor in The Sandpiper - on right now on TCM … a super cheesey Minnelli pic with beautiful vistas and a made up studio built cabin right on the coast where she paints and poses and seduces anyone she chooses to  … she’s kind of stumpy but with a face that … well, you know … there’s a scene at Nepenthe -  an exotic restaurant in Big Sur where PCG and I had a drink one dark night before we kissed on an overlook while listening to laughing elephant whales down below playing in the crashing waves   … a brand new sound that promised more promise ... Orson Welles built the place for his new bride Rita Hayworth - I embedded two boyfriends in Big Sur, one at a time … what times … ruminatin’ today about movie star life for real once upon a time a long time ago for a moment.  


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