كلمات اغنية ورد عليك فل عليك محمود شكوكو 1925 كليمات اغنيت مونولوج شوكوكو منولوج مكتوبة كاملة كتابة كلام .

 

 

ورد عليك فل عليك يا مجنني بسحر عنيك

 

يا ورد يا ابيض غار النهار منك اه يا ورد يا ورد

 

يا ابيض من الياسمين

 

باس الندى خدك بوست انا الخدين

 

يا عود قرنفل بالجنينة منعنع ورد عليك

 

يعجب الشبان المجدع فل عليك

 

طب عترة والنبي يا حلاوة ليلتك فوللي اولولو

*Book source ~ A review copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.

 

William Barker lives in New York in 1925. He has a good job in banking, a house, a 1923 Model T Ford and his pride and joy, a lively seven-year-old son named James. His life would be perfect if it weren’t for his wife Helen. No longer the loving, slim, smiling woman he married she has turned into a termagant making what should be a relaxing and loving home life nearly intolerable. However, he’s not one to give up just because things are rough and he has James to love. Until a few seconds of inattention changes everything. How will he go on when he believes he would have been better off dead?

 

Talk about life changing. William goes through something that turns his life upside down. Alone and horribly scarred, he’s still healing physically and trying to heal mentally, but when his boss says the scars will distract the important bank clients he doesn’t even have a job to occupy his mind. After being rejected at various places while looking for employment he begins to wonder how he will support himself. As luck would have it, when he’s driven out of a diner by people calling him a monster, Roland Skelton comes to his aid. Roland owns a traveling carnival and he believes he has just the job for William if William is willing to take a chance. While skeptical about the job, after thinking it over, William decides he has nothing to lose in giving it a go, so he signs a three year contract and becomes Skelton’s Spectacular Traveling Carnival’s new headliner, Frankenstein’s Monster.

 

The beginning of this book is a bit slow going, but my favorite part is the description of Coney Island. James is wonderful, but Helen is a cold bitch and I just wanted to reach out and smack the shit outta her. William, ah, William. You can’t help but love the guy. Keep tissues handy. I had to give up reading this book in public because of the waterworks that would suddenly pop up. William goes through quite a lot and comes out stronger in the end. The description of the traveling carnival life is very interesting and the other performers are great. I especially loved Roland. As the book was reaching the conclusion I ran several scenarios through my mind, trying to think how it might end. I have to say though, I did not see that particular ending coming. My gast was flabbered. This book has stuck with me. I’m still thinking about it and I’m sure I’ll be thinking about it for some time to come.

Holy fuck! I totally did not see that coming. It's not often I get blindsided anymore.

 

Review upcoming 4/17

The Dog - John Burningham I have so loved collections of Mollie Panter-Downes' "Letter from London" column in The New Yorker magazine, that I was inspired to read this collection. It is Janet Flanner's "Letter from Paris" columns from 1925-1939, showcasing pre-WWII literary and artistic (and occasionally political) Parisian life. I can't say that I like her style or sensibility as much as I like Panter-Downes', but it was an enjoyable read. She had a sharp wit and obviously traveled in interesting company. While I did skim some of the columns that referenced people and events I know nothing about, I read with relish her obituaries of some of the leading lights of the 19th century, such as Emile Zola, Brillat-Savarin (whose quotes I've seen often, but whose books I haven't read), Monet, Edith Wharton, and Anatole France. I also enjoyed her notes on Syvia Beach, Gertrude Stein, Josephine Baker, and other literary personalities of the day. I got a few to-read additions out of the book too.

One of my favorite Florida authors, James W. Hall was in St. Augustine a few years ago and when I met him I told him I had read all of his books, poetry and short stories. One story I even read twice. He asked with a playful smile, “You didn't get it the first time?” “No,” I explained, “it was in two separate books. I 'got it' the first time.”

These collected stories of Gore Vidal, well, I admit, I did have to go back to re-read a few paragraphs so that I was sure I 'got it.' Vidal is not as easy to read as Jim Hall.

A Thirsty Evil was published originally in 1956 and included seven short stories. Clouds and Eclipses was published in 2005 and included the original seven stories of A Thirsty Evil plus an eighth story, named the title of the book, Clouds and Eclipses.

Vidal’s friend Tennessee Williams, asked him not to publish the story Clouds and Eclipses when the collection was originally gathered for publication. Vidal explains why at the end of this great little collection.

Vidal did not disappoint me at all even though these stories were written early in his career. He still surprised, baffled and used what he’s known for, his biting use of the language.

Some stories, of course, I enjoyed more than others but all of them left me saying out loud, “Ohhh!” Or “ Hum-mm.” And there was even a “Blimey!”

Gore Vidal fans (or not) you can’t go wrong with this collection.

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Some quotes from Gore Vidal which I thought were quite interesting and being the author, essayist, screenplays writer and celebrity he was, thought you would enjoy these photographs which are seldom seen.

Quotes

A good deed never goes unpunished.

If most men and women were forced to rely upon physical charm to attract lovers, their sexual lives would be not only meager but in a youth-worshiping country like America, painfully brief.

Fifty per cent of people won't vote, and fifty per cent don't read newspapers. I hope it's the same fifty per cent.

A narcissist is someone better looking than you are.

Apparently, a democracy is a place where numerous elections are held at great cost without issues and with interchangeable candidates.

All in all, I would not have missed this century for the world.
The United States was founded by the brightest people in the country - and we haven't seen them since.

It's not enough to succeed. Others must fail.

Television is now so desperately hungry for material that they're scraping the top of the barrel.

Photos
Gore Vidal - October 3, 1925 – July 31, 2012


21 Year Old Vidal


Vidal in 1964