Wild Party Script Pdf
What follows is the entire text of ’s poem The Wild Party. Although finished in 1926, the poem was considered too for publication until 1928, when a limited run of 750 copies was printed.
1 According to a conversation he had with, this poem was what made want to be a writer. 2 It was loosely adapted as a film. Because the had lapsed, two separated s, and were able to work on adaptations at the same time.
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PART I 1 was a and her age stood still, And she danced twice a day in. Lips like coals aglow. Her face was a tinted mask of. What hips— What shoulders— What a back she had! Her legs were built to drive men mad.
She would skid. But they bored her: Sixteen a year was her order.
They might be s; They might be s; They might be s; s; s— She never inquired Of the men she desired About their or wealth: She was only concerned about their health.: She knew: There was little she hadn’t been through. And she liked her lovers violent, and vicious: Queenie was sexually. So: Now you know. A fascinating woman, as they go. She lived at present with a man named Whose act came on just after hers. A Of renown: Three-sheeted all over town. He was comical as sin; Comical as hell; A gesture—a grin, And the would yell, Uproarious: He was glorious!
So from the front. People in the Saw him and thought of other things Coldly— Most coldly: Many would say them boldly, Adding in language without much lace They’d like to break his god-damned face. They might be stuck: They would like to, just for luck. But these were men, for the greater part.
A woman would offer him up her Throbbing, On a platter: He could bite it, and it wouldn’t matter. As long as he kissed, and held her tight, And gave her a fairly hectic night. Mystery Case Files Madame Fate Walkthrough Youtube. Which he could, And would. A man these women understood! Oh yes—Burrs was a charming fellow: Brutal with women, and proportionately yellow. Once he had been. Unlucky girl!
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These lay propped up on a double bed That was covered with a tapestry spread. S with writhing backs: Photographs caught to the wall with tacks: Their friends in the profession, Celebrities for the impression— (“[your old man—Isidore.” “Faithfully—”) On a Chinese lacquer tray there stood a Gong with tassels, and a brass.
Brass candlesticks. Orange candles. An Art vase with broken handles, Out of which came an upthrusting Of cherry blossoms that needed dusting.
You don’t understand. They were far too busy living first-hand For books. True, On the table there lay a few Tattered copies of a magazine,;; That talked of their friends on the stage and screen.
A with records Just went to show Queenie’s Art on the man two floors below. Being a person of little guile, He had lent them to her, for just awhile. Believe it or not— All this for a smile! A stood in the corner With the air of a coffin waiting for a mourner. The was a horrible give-away. The floor was dirty: The towels were grey.
Cups, saucers, Knives, plates, Bottles, glasses In various states Of vileness, fought for a precarious space in The jumbled world beneath the basin. The basin top was the temporary home Of a corkscrew, scissors, And a brush and comb. In the basin bowl Was a towel Vividly wrought with red streaks From Queenie’s perfect lips and cheeks. Behind one faucet, in a stain of rust, Spattered with talcum powder and dust, A razor blade had lived for weeks.
Beside it was a cigarette stub. Oh—never mind the tub! On the doorknob there hung a pair Of limp stockings, and a brassiere Too soiled to wear. Nothing much to be said. It had a bureau: A double bed With one pillow, and white spread. Their trunks: boxes. The walls were whte and bare.
Only occasional guests slept there: Queenie and Burrs, preferring air, Slept with the Chinese dragons instead. 3 noon: Broiling hot. Queenie woke up feeling shot. She lay stretched out on the crumpled bed Naked: slim arms above her head. She stared at the ceiling; She stared at her feet; She stared at the clock, And she cursed the heat Faintly: Quaintly. She looked exquisite; saintly.