Sunday, September 26, 2010

"IT GIRL" Queen of the Silent Screen

She dreamed of a life without slums, 
yearning with desire to escape 
her past from the pain instilled,
haunted from within by the sonorous vault of insomnia.
The future was revealed by her vibrancy of spirit 
that spread like a lit match in the dry autumn woods.
Her charms indescribable,  
the country falls in LOVE-LUST with the 'IT GIRL'
A tangled mass of slept on flame - red hair, 
Softly she applies red rouge to her silken lips,
revealing a heart shaped sensual mouth.
Dark smoky violet frames in shadowed
eyes of the ‘come hither queen '
of the silver screen.

The sweet sucking angels and the 
envious eyes of the other stars,
try much to emulate her style.
The red carpet ruffles under her feet
as she dances to her own wild heart beat, 
while throwing off  the restrains of  convention
binding corset and imposed morality,
she becomes the much sought after
‘naughty girl’ next door.
On the silver screen she enlivens dead cardboard plots, 
with a fizzy-flirty style the Queen of silent silver screen
lights up with her most sensual style.
Hollywood drama follows the rich and famous 
like dandelion spores blowing in the wind,
her career ends as quickly as it begins
 
The  fragile young sensuous miss, 
caught in a scandal succumbs
to a fickle nation's feeding frenzy
that was more then eager to blame
its own "Roaring Twenties" excesses 
on the once wildly dramatic
life of Miss Clara Bow.
"It Girl".
 Clara Gordon Bow (July 29, 1905 – September 27, 1965)

Fin 




Clara Gordon Bow (July 29, 1905 – September 27, 1965) was an American actress who rose to stardom in the silent film era of the 1920s. Her acting artistry and high spirits made her the premier flapper and the film "It" (1927) made her world famous as the "It Girl". Bow came to personify the "roaring twenties"and is described as its leading sex symbol.    photo credits to Clara Bow.net & Wikipedia


It girl 

She dreamed of a life without slums,
yearning with desire to escape her past from the pain instilled,
haunted from within by the sonorous vault of insomnia.

The future was revealed by her vibrancy of spirit
that spread like a lit match in the dry autumn woods.
Her charms indescribable,
the country falls in LOVE-LUST with the ‘it girl’

A tangled mass of slept on flame - red hair,
she softly applies red rouge to her silken lips,
revealing a heart shaped sensual mouth.

Dark smoky violet frames in
shadowed eyes of the ‘come hither goddess’
the sweet sucking angels and the envious eyes of the other stars,
try much to emulate her .

The red carpet ruffles under her feet
as she dances to her own wild heart beat,
while throwing off  the restrains of  convention,
binding corset  and imposed morality
she becomes the sought after ‘naughty girl’ next door.

On the silver screen she enlivens dead cardboard plots,
her fizzy-flirty style lights up every silver screen with her sensual charm,
Hollywood drama follows the rich and famous
like dandelion spores blowing in the wind,
her career ends as quickly as it begins.
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 Postscript
 The  fragile young sensuous miss,
caught in a scandal succumbs
to a fickle nation's feeding frenzy
of bliss that was more then eager to blame
its own "Roaring Twenties" excesses
on the once wildly dramatic
life of Miss Clara Bow.

fin

33 comments:

  1. Great work all the oldies,
    i like the hollywood posters also very much.

    Joanny i wish you a nice day.

    greetings, Joop

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  2. Joanny,
    You write beautiful words, and with the pictures it makes it all so complete.

    Wishing you a beautiful day and week:)

    Berit.

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  3. The girl on the last picture is so beautiful. Interesting to see such pictures and compare standards of beauty - I mean how they change and still some elements are the same

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  4. What a sad and lovely story! Far better to shine and then fade than never shine at all.

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  5. A nice poem with nice pictures *and* a history lesson... gracias Joanny my friend.

    Warmest Salad

    Luke

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  6. Lovely poem! Quite a tribute to her!

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  7. striking images- beautiful writing- way to go joanny!

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  8. a tangled mass of slept on flame...that rocked joanny...wonderful tribute...

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  9. Nice and very attractive words about Clara Gordon Bow--it's an informative post too about an artist--I can say it a wonderful kolas of words and pictures.
    best wishes.
    Hemant

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  10. Joanny
    Thank you for your visit, and the beautiful words you wrote with the greats. Your words will caryy all who visit through the week :)
    Thank you for sharing with us.
    thank you girl for your visits.
    xoxo
    Dore

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  11. Joanny, this one sparkles with all the wild abandon of the 20s. It breaks my heart just a little knowing she was only IT for such a brief time.

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  12. very lovely piece.
    I see characters, personality, and more,
    masterful presentation.

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  13. Thank you for this beautifully written and fascinating poem about that famous femme fatale. I have studied, as a history student, the Roaring Twenties in depth and have always thought Miss Clara Bow a most wonderful person. It was marvellous to read about her from your view, Joanny.

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  14. Such a sad and lovely story! Your mastery of phrases are just fabulous and so perfect for our Potluck...I sense that you love the color red almost as much as I do my dear friend!!! Thanks for linking...awesome!!!!

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  15. Wonderful word painting of poor, sad Clara. Well written and illustrated.

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  16. Exquisily written and the photos are beautifull. Didn't Clara Bow marry Douglas Fairbanks, maybe I'm wrong. Great post.

    yvonne

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  17. wow
    she died 10 days after i was born... i had never heard about this amazing woman...waht a life- she surely had a hard life, yet authentic!
    your posts, Joanny, are always amazing. << SO unique.
    I know how hard it is to get a pic, suitable for a post... and you do so every time... finding not just one but at least 5(?)

    Amazing post and tribute

    ;)
    thanks for sharing

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  18. Great job documenting this important film icon in verse! Your words paint pictures & hold emotions. Bicely done!

    My potluck is here: http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/2010/02/03/week-68/

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  19. There surely is a reason why there's a sense of sight, and rarely one of "talk", allowing to read you.

    Please have a good Tuesday.

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  20. What a beautiful face she had. Thank you for this post. It is a fab tribute to her. xx

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  21. Hi Joanny!

    How are you this fine Monday?

    Thank you for the closest in depth look I'll probably ever get to peeking into an IT girl. Beautiful read and love the pink mirrored reflection!

    XO, Kelly

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  22. Wonderful one- very sensual and depicting pics.. Your Blog Template is beautiful (I have already said so many times..!!) and so are your words!! Very powerfully written story of Ms. Clara Bow. I am still exclaiming at her beauty.. breathtaking..

    Loads of Love
    xoxox

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  23. And again; Lots of Superb work - Well done

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  24. Somebody nice asked for a link for my Potluck entry: The Old King

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  25. Joanny - I was always fascinated by Miss Bow. What a beauty she was and what a time to break into films. Your photo very much reminds me of hers. Honest! Wonderful post as always.

    Wishing you a lovely rest of this week. xx

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  26. Quite a story, and quite a poem you have crafted to go with it.

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  27. Joanny, I am so touched by this. Until I read these words I had no idea of the pain she felt.
    This is beautifully said, darling one. xx's

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  28. Oh, I don't know whether or not my comment went though!?

    I think this is a wonderful acknowledgement of Ms. Bow's life and difficuties. Nicely done.

    At the Towe Car Museum in Sacramento, they once had a disply on Clara Bow: photographs, memorabilia, dresses, shoes, gloves, hats. Oh, she was a tiny, tiny thing. Probably smaller than the current size #1.

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  29. This was a wonderful retelling of her story. She was very fascinating.

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  30. Found you from Imperfect Prose, and I find this poem to be super interesting.

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  31. Hi Joanny, you and those words, what great partners you are. Wonderful prose and beautful pics.. She is so cool Carla

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  32. Wonderful tribute to this great icon and quite remarkable the poem is :) x

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  33. Thanks for linking,
    your support is highly appreciated...
    Keep writing,
    keep shining!

    Happy Thursday!
    cheers!

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