Dorothy Parker -- Master Wordsmith
I like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I'm under the table,
after four I'm under my host.
-- Dorothy Parker
Two at the very most.
After three I'm under the table,
after four I'm under my host.
-- Dorothy Parker
One of my very favorite Dorothy Parker quotes is her martini one, but all of them are just wonderful. She's a true wit and a wonder. I collected a few examples of verse and quotes to celebrate her in words as well. If you would like to listen to her read her work, click here.
I've never been a millionaire but I just know I'd be darling at it.
--Dorothy Parker
--Dorothy Parker
Penelope
In the pathway of the sun,
In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
He shall ride the silver seas,
He shall cut the glittering wave.
I shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise, to heed a neighbour's knock;
Brew my tea, and snip my thread;
Bleach the linen for my bed.
They will call him brave.
It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard
-- Dorothy Parker
-- Dorothy Parker
Dilemma
If I were mild, and I were sweet,
And laid my heart before your feet,
And took my dearest thoughts to you,
And hailed your easy lies as true;
Were I to murmur "Yes," and then
"How true, my dear," and "Yes," again,
And wear my eyes discreetly down,
And tremble whitely at your frown,
And keep my words unquestioning ---
My love, you'd run like anything!
Should I be frail, and I be mad,
And share my heart with every lad,
But beat my head against the floor
What times you wandered past my door;
Were I to doubt, and I to sneer,
And shriek "Farewell!" and still be here,
And break your joy, and quench your trust ---
I should not see you for the dust!
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
--Dorothy Parker
--Dorothy Parker
Coda
There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest's for a clam in a shell,
So I'm thinking of throwing the battle ---
Would you kindly direct me to hell?
You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think.
-- Dorothy Parker
-- Dorothy Parker
Interior
Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom
And mottoes on the wall.
There all the things are waxen neat,
And set in decorous lines,
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little, straightened vines.
Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.
I've been too fucking busy - or vice versa.
-- said Dorothy Parker, on her honeymoon, in response to a telegram from her editor asking about some promised stories.
-- said Dorothy Parker, on her honeymoon, in response to a telegram from her editor asking about some promised stories.
Threnody
Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.
If I bowled it down the street,
Who's to say it mattered?
If there's one that rode away
What would I be missing?
Lips that taste of tears, they say,
Are the best for kissing.
Eyes that watch the morning star
Seem a little brighter;
Arms held out to darkness are
Usually whiter.
Shall I bar the strolling guest,
Bind my brow with willow,
When, they say, the empty breast
Is the softer pillow?
That a heart falls tinkling down,
Never think it ceases.
Every likely lad in town
Gathers up the pieces.
If there's one gone whistling by
Would I let it grieve me?
Let him wonder if I lie;
Let him half believe me.
Heterosexuality is not normal, it's just common.
-- Dorothy Parker
-- Dorothy Parker
-- Kate