Liz (Elfje)

Tanzanite

Her eyes

Made for movies

They pierced the world

Immortal

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19 thoughts on “Liz (Elfje)

  1. Taylor? I thought for a long time she was Welsh but that was just Burton wasn’t it? If she had been, then maybe kin and kit to Arthur, a distinct possibility with those violet eyes. I mean WHO has violet eyes? Surely she was from the stars. Had a really good heart, cared. I liked her very much.

      1. I admired her when she was the only one among her peers who stood up for AIDS/HIV and especially for Rock Hudson. I recall as a kid seeing her do this, wondering why others did not, how people accused her of having the disease. She literally saved lives by her work – she had a huge heart the kind of heart that doesn’t exist so much these days. I am with you, she was one of a kind, they don’t make them like her anymore. Wherever the violet eyed girls and boys play, that’s where I want to go

      2. I read a thing recently talking about ‘what is old?’ and how Liz was only in her late thirties when she did that breakdown film where she’s playing an over-the-hill Virgina Woolf and Anne whatshername was only in her thirties when she was Mrs Robinson (they gave a bunch more examples) and how in ‘those days’ a woman of late thirties was considered old enough to be the Mrs Robinson type whereas that has changed and now it would more likely be a Madelaine Stowe in her late fifties type, because we’re looking younger, acting younger, different expectations, longer shelf lives etc. I suppose I agree, though I would say men always had a longer shelf life and women’s isn’t much improved, though somewhat and maybe the occasional man finds a woman over 50 attractive, I would hope anyway but then if they don’t it’s surely their loss as other women will 😉 (cheeky end to statement)

      3. Sometimes. Sometimes life leaches beauty of the physical kind away, leaving another kind of beauty as you say, more spirit-based. Sometimes people cannot fathom or appreciate that kind. I always felt I could, I recall finding older people’s faces so hypnotic. Remember as kids we’d see ‘all sorts’ literally, now they say more are homogenized, I’m inclined to agree, there is a blurring into more even-features, fewer stark or imperfect. I’m not sure this is ‘good’ though maybe in the age of selfies, necessary.

      4. Perhaps the challenge is in being with someone throughout those transformations and appreciating the steps. I would not say a person leaves someone because their beauty fades, but it does seem that at certain ages there are abrupt endings, so maybe it’s more about time-spent, is there a sell by date on time spent with one person? Some would say, yes you can only go so long, others would believe in forever. I like the latter, but my jaded self wonders if it is possible

      5. It is definitely possible. You see past the skin to the heart within to such an extent you can’t really remember how it was before. Then again, I have a bad memory. 😉

      6. 😉 sometimes a blessing! You say you have a bad memory, compared to whom? I wouldn’t say you did, else you could not word-conjur quite so adeptly. Nevertheless, I have come to think of memories as torment as well as the glue holding our world, without them we are just empty masks, but … with them we are continually looking to the pain to guide the future. Success is turning the memory around, I’m not at that juncture there, I only know the theory 😉

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