Between grief and nothing some will take grief, <br />but those who take nothing will surely regret <br />that they can’t be robbed in good time, that’s a thief, <br />of memories grief cannot make them forget. <br /> <br />In Jean-Paul Godard’s “Breathless” Patricia Clarke, whose short hair is like that of Marion Amsellem whom someone once accused of being a lesbian although, as someone said at her funeral today, “She hasn’t got a gay bone in her body, ” asks Jean-Paul Belmondo, who is lying in her hotel bedroom smoking a cigarette, of course, and trying to screw her for the third time in his life: “Do you know William Faulkner? ” “No, ” he replies. “Have you slept with him? ” “No, ” she replies, and adds, “He is a writer, and I want to read you something from “The Wild Palms.” And she reads aloud: “Between grief and nothing I will take grief.” <br /> <br />5/20/08<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-grief-and-nothing/
