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DoctorMate rated 3 months ago
This is so sad, and so lovely ...
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Stuart Perkoff / Philomene Long - Death Bed Conversation Broctman's Memorial Hospital June 24, 1974 - Stuart Z. Perkoff & Philomene Long Philomene: (strokes Stuart's forehead, brushing his eyebrows) Stuart: They're worth more after the death. Philomene: What is the pain teaching you? Stuart: To obey. What do you think happens at the dying? Philomene: It looks like light. It feels like love. Stuart: What do you think happens after they dying? Philomene: It is all right, no matter what the condition. Stuart asks Philomene to bring a tape recorder to the hospital saying he "had a poem in him." The following is a transcript of his final hour, just before he would succumb to cancer - June 25, 1974 Stuart: (raising clenched fist) Don't let the Lady own you. I don't like it. I don't like it. Philomene: What's that, honey? Stuart: The Lady. Philomene: You don't like her? Stuart: Her owning me. Philomene: Oh. You don't like her owning you. Stuart: Yeah. I hate it. Philomene: But she.. she wrote poems through you, Stuart. Stuart: Uh huh. Philomene: And that was very beautiful. Stuart: Yeah, oh yeah. Philomene: That is what you lived for. Stuart: Uh yeah. Oh yeah. Philomene: Do you think she owns me too? Stuart: Yeah. Philomene: Same Lady? Stuart: (laughs) Yeah. ....yeah....oh....I feel. I feel horrible again.. .oh.. .oh.. .water. Nurse gives treatment with suctioning machine. Stuart cries "Oh, oh..don't hurt me..Ow..ow..ow.." Nurse leaves. Philomene: What honey? Ice chips? Stuart: Yeah. Philomene: Sweetheart..here, sweetheart.. Stuart: Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh.. Philomene: I love you baby...I know..I know.. Stuart: Uh, uh, uh.. Philomene: It's going to be all right. Stuart: Uh huh. Philomene: It's going to be all right. Stuart: (sound of breathing) Philomene: It's going to be all right. Want something..OK, here it is. Nurse brings in shot for pain. Stuart: Jesus Christ is at that other place? ...see it? ....the name? ... Philomene: Yes. Stuart: ...more ice..they..God..I eat my..oh.. (groans) am I the one..my feet..as..I lose this horrible world.. Nurse enters. The sound of suctioning machine. Breathing. Stuart: I am very Jewish. Philomene: Aye! You are. (to nurse) He said, I am very Jewish! Stuart: ......hurry up....Nurse has injection. Philomene: They are going to give you an injection. You already had one at 12:30. Do you want it? Stuart: Uh huh. Uh...... Nurse leaves. Philomene: What did you say Stuart? Stuart: I could have.. Could you give me more ice chips? ...I could have ...Agony ..You and now ..The whole... (laughing) The Lady. I saw The Lady say ..Tell, tell ..Tell ..love. Philomene: Love..Love..it's OK. Stuart: Uh huh. Yeah. (indecipherable) Oh.. it's all right, no matter what the condition. The sound of breathing. Philomene: Stuart? Stuart: ...... (face changes) .... (breathing changes) Philomene: Do you see me Stuart? ...Do you see me? Stuart: Uh. Yes. I see you. I.. I love you.. See me ....easier...Here I am.. yeah... Yeah Breathing slows. The sound - Philomene strokes his forehead. Breathing slower, changes. Philomene: Stuart? Stuart: (Breathing slower) Philomene: Stuart? Stuart: (Breathing becomes very slow...much slower. Changes .. slower .. Stops 30 seconds silence.. Stuart: A loud cry. (Raises his right arm, slams down fist, opens hand, and closes his own eyes. Dies.) Philomene: (The sound: Philomene kisses his forehead.) © Philomene Long Thomas
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