Sunday, July 05, 2015
Combat, No Real Fatigue
“You know,” halfway though their initial date,
“I thought I was the champion of selfish
obnoxiousness, but I've been supplanted.
All hail to the new miscreant!”
She made a sweetly fluttering reply ending with the
word, moron.
Off and running, they. And continued for several
more encounters.
Then, Here Comes the Bride, etc.
OKay okay, belay the Tracy-Hepburn, or its later
manifestations in films by Mike Nichols, Nora Ephron.
The latter: Chick Flicks with clawing techniques.
Well, clawing plus cloying, that’s Hollywood!
This marriage definitely not that second cl-!
They fought continuously. Occasional peace
treaties to lend time to regroup.
Exhausting most others.
For their ten-year anniversary, return to that arch
bookstore’s coffee bar, and repeat the original script,
just about word for word.
The pride in being able to do that sustains the usual war
for rollicking days.
And–-Oy!--years.
Labels: Ephron, fighting couple, Hollywood, Nichols, Tracy-Hepburn
