Zelda Fitzgerald-F Scott Fitzgerald- Mental Ilness- Writing and Art-Ways to End a Relationship
Ways to end a relationship, why would I have that in a title about Zelda Fitzgerald? It is because I think that is what rolled around in F Scott Fitzgerald's head constantly. Mental illness is a difficult thing to deal with and F Scott had plenty of it to deal with with his wife Zelda.
Years ago when I was in High School, and I am NOT saying how long ago that was!..lol! I read a book simply called "Zelda". I have been intrigued with her ever since. She died sadly in a fire in a sanitarium. To a young girl in high school that added a drama that created a mystique for my young mind and remains as I said till today.
Zelda Fitzgerald spent eighteen years of her life in different stages of mental illness. Yet, at times she was able to write some of her best work, including her only novel, "Save Me the Waltz". She also painted several abstract paintings. She died in 1948, with her few remaining unpublished works, her last letters to F Scott Fitzgerald, before he died, the last pieces of what had become a pitiful life. Before she died she was in the process of writing a second novel, "Caesar's Things", when a fire consumed the sanitarium where she lived in Asheville, North Carolina. Sad pitiful end.
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Read the lyrics as you listen and KNOW, if you are sad like Zelda, there is life around you... reach out and grasp the small hours that can slip away. Decide TODAY and know that ....
This is LIFE TAKE ONE!
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Rob Thomas - Little Wonders
let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don't you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels
our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain
let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you
and i don't mind
if it's me you need to turn to
we?ll get by,
it's the heart that really matters in the end
our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain
all of my regret
will wash away some how
but i can not forget
the way i feel right now
in these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away
but these small hours
these little wonders still remain
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Rob Thomas - Little Wonders
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Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
"It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.""By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future."
"Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds."
"There seemed to be some heavenly support beneath his shoulder blades that lifted his feet from the ground in ecstatic suspension, as if he secretly enjoyed the ability to fly but was walking as a compromise to convention."
"Mr. Fitzgerald--I believe that is how he spells his name--seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home."
"We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion."
"Oh, the secret life of man and woman --dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest."
"Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes. Save Me the Waltz, 1932"
"I don't want to live -- I want to love first, and live incidentally."
"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."
"Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?"
"Women sometimes seem to share a quiet, unalterable dogma of persecution that endows even the most sophisticated of them with the inarticulate poignancy of the peasant."
~Zelda Fitzgerald.
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Zelda Fitzgerald, "The Queen's Croquet-Ground" "Alice in Wonderland" series
Zelda Fitzgerald at a Glance
Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald (July 24, 1900 ? March 10, 1948), born Zelda Sayre in Montgomery, Alabama, was a novelist and the wife of writer F. Scott Fitzgerald. She was an icon of the 1920s?dubbed by her husband "the first American Flapper". After the success of his first novel This Side of Paradise, the Fitzgeralds became celebrities. The newspapers of New York saw them as embodiments of the Jazz Age and the Roaring Twenties: young, rich, beautiful, and energetic.
Zelda Sayre grew up in a wealthy and prim southern family. Even as a child her audacious behavior was the subject of Montgomery gossip. Shortly after finishing high school, she met F. Scott Fitzgerald at a dance. A whirlwind courtship ensued. Though he had professed his infatuation, she continued seeing other men. Despite fights and a prolonged break-up, they married in 1920, and spent the early part of the decade as literary celebrities in New York. Later in the 1920s, they moved to Europe, recast as famous expatriates of the Lost Generation. While Scott received acclaim for The Great Gatsby and his short stories, and the couple socialized with literary luminaries like Ernest Hemingway, their marriage was a tangle of jealousy, resentment and acrimony. Scott used their relationship as material in his novels, even lifting snippets from Zelda's diary and assigning them to his fictional heroines. Seeking an artistic identity of her own, Zelda wrote magazine articles and short stories, and at 27 became obsessed with a career as a ballerina, practicing to exhaustion.
The strain of her tempestuous marriage, Scott's increasing alcoholism, and her growing instability presaged Zelda's admittance to a sanatorium in 1930. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia. While in a Maryland clinic, she wrote a semi-autobiographical novel, Save Me the Waltz, which was published in 1932. Scott was furious that she had used material from their life together, though he had done the same, such as in Tender Is the Night, published in 1...
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Ways To End a Relationship-Ways To Leave a Lover
Love Tests of the Heart-Your Own Must Survive
Thinking of F Scott FitzgeraldWays to end relationships
ways to leave a lover
sifting through
love tests
love poems
lost dreams
stories that must end.
There is no shadow
only a red hue
blood on your pillow
weeping from some strange angel
that used to be you.
Isn't that true?
You got lost inside a void
a black hole of sorrow
forgot your own meaning?
It is time to move on
say the words boldly
and out loud.
Maybe first just to yourself
get used to the sound of the words
leaving your mouth.
Hear them
then embrace them.
Ways to end relationships
feel it
become strong.
Imagine a strength
that thus far
you only wish was true.
Who would you be
If you were that strong?
What would you say?
You can wait but I'll be gone.
You can break but I won't care.
I've been on your side
loyal to a fault
but no more.
I'm sure you'll still be counting on 'us'
But I can't.
So beware
my selfish lover
take care.
Do not leave the light on
cause I'll be gone.
I will not miss the utter silence
of a one sided relationship
one that never saw this coming.
Don't just wish you could be that strong.
Or one day you will wake up
days will have passed and you will wonder
wonder about your life
time spent somewhere you did not want to be.
It is time...
time to feel your own courage
say those words
that until now you've only wished you could.
Ways to leave a lover?
Some way to end a relationship?
Yours for the decision.
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2008
The image is of a painting of mine called "Passages" I have posted it in a larger size down below as well.
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The lyrics and the music
Rob Thomas - Lonely No More
Now it seems to me
That you know just what to say
But words are only words
Can you show me something else
Can you swear to me that you'll always be this way?
Show me how you feel
More than ever baby
Well I don't want to be lonely no more
I don't want to have to pay for this
I don't want another lover at my door
It's just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
You're the one who could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
Ooooh Oooooh Oooooh Ooooh
Now it's hard for me
When my heart's still on the mend
Open up to me
Like you do your girlfriends
And you sing to me
And it's harmony
Girl what you do to me is everything
Let me say anything just to get you back again
Why can't we just try?
I don't want to be lonely no more
I don't want to have to pay for this
I don't want another lover at my door
It's just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
You're the one who could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
Ooooh Oooooh Oooooh Ooooh
What if I was good to you?
What if you were good to me?
What if I could hold you till I feel you move inside of me?
What if it was paradise?
What if we were symphonies?
What if I gave all my life to find some way to stand beside you?
I don't want to be lonely no more
I don't want to have to pay for this
I don't want another lover at my door
It's just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
You're the one who could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure
I don't wanna be lonely any more
Ooooh Oooooh Oooooh Ooooh
I don't wanna be lonely any more
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna be lonely any more
F Scott Fitzgerald
One of the saddest things about him is that he died believing himself to be a failure.
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (September 24, 1896 - December 21, 1940) was an American writer of novels and short stories, whose works are evocative of the Jazz Age, a term he coined himself. He is widely regarded as one of the twentieth century's great writers. Fitzgerald is considered a member of the "Lost Generation", Americans born in the 1890s who came of age during World War I. He finished four novels, left a fifth unfinished, and wrote dozens of short stories that treat themes of youth and promise (his first act), and despair and age (act two: Fitzgerald is also famous for the phrase, "There are no second acts in American lives").
Marriage to Zelda Sayre:
While at Camp Sheridan, Fitzgerald met Zelda Sayre (1900-1948), the "top girl", in Fitzgerald's words, of Montgomery, Alabama youth society. She was the daughter of an Alabama Supreme Court Judge. The two were engaged in 1919, and Fitzgerald moved into an apartment at 1395 Lexington Avenue in New York City to try to lay a foundation for his life with Zelda. Working at an advertising firm and writing short stories, he was unable to convince Zelda that he would be able to support her, leading her to break off the engagement.
Fitzgerald returned to his parents' house at 599 Summit Avenue, on Cathedral Hill, in St. Paul to revise The Romantic Egoist. Recast as This Side of Paradise, about the post-WWI flapper generation, it was accepted by Scribner's in the fall of 1919, and Zelda and Scott resumed their engagement. The novel was published on March 26, 1920, and became one of the most popular books of the year. Scott and Zelda were married in New York's St. Patrick's Cathedral. Their daughter and only child, Frances Scott "Scottie" Fitzgerald, was born on October 26, 1921.
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Rob Thomas - Now Comes The Night
lyrics and music
When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No you will not be forgotten
No you will not be alone
And when the day has all but ended
And our echo starts to fade
No you will not be alone then
And you will not be afraid
No you will not be afraid
When the fog has finally lifted
From my cold and tired brow
No I will not leave you crying
And I will not let you down
No I will not let you down
I will not let you down
Now comes the night
Feel it fading away
And the soul underneath
Is it all that remains
So just slide over here
Leave your fear in the fray
Let us hold to each other
Until the end of our days
When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No you will not be forgotten
No you will not be alone
No you will not be alone
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Rob Thomas - Now Comes The Night (studio)
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F Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald
The Story of the Week Positive Thinking?
The story of the week positive thinking?I am undone.
Positive thinking hypnosis cds?
It feels ridiculous at the moment.
Yet, where do I purchase them? lol
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I can't.
This week I am undone.
I am in fact human
daunted by circumstances that arise.
Today? For me at this second?
I am undone.
Circumstances, oh my
let me react OK?
I am not a robot
or something that can be programmed.
Let me vent at times!
I feel like gum under your shoe
I feel like a child asking for water
I feel like I am a mistake
I feel too much and don't want that pounding.
Take it back?
I wish I could.
Those feelings expressed
I take it back!
I want to.
I want to pull back those inches of me
exposed
that now pathetic openness.
I want to cover me in mud
and replace my now bleeding colors.
I want to rip up every expression on canvas
tear through the images
nail them to the cross
then walk away.
It was not me
I want to say
I want to refresh my pitiful page.
There is no power to me now
I gave that away.
How could I?
Edna St. Vincent Millay,
"and the sky caved in
by and by."
I must confess
I feel undone
like someone who does not matter
I used myself away.
The story of the week positive thinking?
I am undone.
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I can't.
This week I am undone.
People pass by the homeless everyday
they walk past them
pretend not to see them
hope they will forget them.
And I?
I do too.
I have abused my own being
not protected that child
the one I thought was on her way to well?
I am sadder than no sky
I am blinder than no hope
I am not able to call on anyone...
but me.
In the end it is me alone.
I will recover.
Mistakes eventually become distant
learning sets in
abuse to oneself
or created by others
become like well meaning storm clouds.
Eventually.
You can ignore me
step on my blindfold
yet I will recover
I will arise I assure you.
I will not fold up napkins that don't belong to me.
I will not play with paper dolls that have no vision
those ones without the tabs.
They cannot maintain their belongings
nor prepare for the mad and misplaced
never adept in preparation.
The story of the week positive thinking?
I am undone
but I will still survive.
I am allowing myself room to vent!
Positive thinking hypnosis cds?
It feels ridiculous at the moment.
Yet, where do I purchase them? lol
LOL!
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I can't.
This week I am undone.
But ya know what?
I feel it is OK!
I will in fact survive
get past this week, this moment.
Yes indeed,
I will recover past this day and others.
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2008
Written 31 March 2008
The small image is of my painting, "Bed of Dreams" available in cards, posters and giclees on my website. The original is still available through Monkdogz Urban Art, New York, NY. www.monkdogz.com .. ask for Bob.
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"Passages" 36x48 oil, gold leaf on canvas by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
A Goddess From Greek Mythology Met Me at My Gate and I Embraced Her
I wrote your name on a sidewalkwith the wax of a candle
its potential lit
gave me insight.
I had decided you were from my youth
a goddess from Greek Mythology
knowing lords from the middle ages
drawing gothic angel art.
I lived in another time.
I felt mesmerized by your stairway
that led to open ideas.
Pretend?
Alas a story real
the ones that artists feel.
Eventually we all feel magic
embrace flower petals that fall on our skin
Chinese floral prints
cherry blossoms, apple trees...
rain.
Once in awhile a demon
evokes.
Grim reaper artwork
colored in with chalk.
Once in awhile I allow her in.
Or is it out?
It makes so little sense
allowing her at all.
She, sensing my longings for fantasy
my trappings at times
I agree
and yet
she is an evil doer.
My world outside this one
delivers a soothing soul
inside mine own...
and she
this grim reaper dealer
delivers fatal letters.
She places them inside my armor.
Nasty witch she is in deed.
Pointing out flaws...
stars cannot possibly be counted
the moon cannot be relied upon.
The sun will let you down at times
gardens are not always green
roses moan
birds lose their way
and sometimes don't return again at all.
People are not always careful
with each others hearts
they forget?
Oh, pointing out flaws
it can feel overwhelming.
And the evil in me said,
"Do you think thats true
do you?
That magic can abound?
Despite your loathsome ways?"
And at that point...
noticing the rain had turned to glitter
the kind one finds in a jar
it became tainted
and turned then into soot.
I had to confess ...
"No,
no, there is no dream."
I bowed my head
protecting my eyes
and held out my hands
for a softer hope.
After the day had ended
I walked back to the sidewalk
where I had written your name.
Lords from the middle ages
gothic angel art
at my side.
Candle in hand
lit now to find my path.
There on the pavement
still fresh
still visible
it looked the same
as when I first wrote it down.
I was once again reminded
that I
only me
could allow that demon force to sing
cause me to fall
and tell me rain had been tainted
and could no longer birth new roses.
I could only stand there
looking down on your untouched name
squinting my eyes I could see
that it was mine
it was mine own name.
And the soot turned to rain once again.
I felt it on my tongue.
I held out my hands
wetness filled my palms.
I licked up every last drop
that a promise had displayed.
If there were flaws?
I was no longer daunted by them.
The night brought me new stars
and oh! I could not count them all!
Chills and tears.
My candle had lost its light
but the moon would guide me home.
I had a list in my pocket
new flowers I would plant
and I would wait for tiny birds
fledglings of flight
who would indeed find their way back
just like me.
A goddess of Greek Mythology
gothic angel art
met me at the gate.
I stayed up all night
under candlelight
drawing her lovely image.
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2008
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PS... so WHO is Zelda? Hummm maybe a part of her is inside of us all and we are indeed a part of her as well. Take care of your heart and emotions.
THIS IS LIFE TAKE ONE.
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Does Art Need Tragedy?
Does Art Need Tragedy to be good?
I used to ONLY paint sad things, write sad things... because I WAS sad. People would ask me why everything I painted was so sad.
I used to ask back,
"What is interesting about happy?"
To a certain extent I still believe that, that happiness painted or written without some sort of tragedy is pathetically boring.
Real and honest emotion is something people seek out and yet when they find it they often become afraid of it. Does it remind them of something? Or...?
Art feels separate to me in some ways from my day to day goals of making my life happy. I wish I could tell you what that means to me.. it is perplexing to me as well. Yet.. if you went to a movie would you expect some sort of drama, some reason for the hero to enter? I think maybe tapping into the past brings those dramas, that dark and perhaps gothic side to create art with passion.
The everyday must be filled with seeking out happiness and embracing that side of us that enters into a world that is livable... lest we become like Zelda or Camille Claudel, swallowed up by the very gift we tried to embrace.
OH! art with all of its fragile dichotomies!
And you? Do you agree with me? Feel like I am full of it or have a completely different stance altogether?
Tell me...
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Does Art Need Tragedy?
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kathysart says:
I pretty much said it all above but reading what Evelyn wrote I cannot say I don't agree with her as well! Like I said, Art and its creation is a dichotomy. Nothing is black and white.
Posted May 12, 2008
I DISagree for the most part, not all because
Evelyn_Saenz says:
Sadness cuts at my soul and so I look for happiness. I look for peace and contentment. I look for art that evokes a sense of serenity.
Posted May 12, 2008
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