franky's picks: "modigliani - man and myth" his life story told by his orphaned daughter

Modigliani: Man and Myth by Jeanne Modigliani Translated from the Italian The Orion Press / New York This book has been on my coveted book list for years, but the price has been the deterring factor. It has been out of reprint for too long and in the used market it can cost up to $300. Finally last week after buying a 1 year online membership to "questia", I was able to done load it and read it. I have been ever fascinated by the love story between these two and the driving forces to allow their sole surviving child be orphaned. The facts are recovered her by their child as she learns of her parents' true identify and their tragic ending. I feel most her for little Jeanne, the orphaned daughter that neither parent could think about to care enough about nor the maternal French grandparents. If it was not for the grace of this child's Italian family their entires stories and little Jeanne's life could be riddled with more mis-truths and pains. What I hope to find and what I found was quite different in this book. The orphaned daughter did not write from her pain, her loss, her perspective but in the larger scheme she wrote from the factual perspective to speak for her parents legacy... again she placed herself last among the three to preserve their story... for this... I admire little Jeanne the most and want to honor her!

franky's picks: maybe I'm crazy but maybe you are too!

I remember when, I remember

I remember when I lost my mind

There was something so pleasant about that place

Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

And when you're out there without care

Yeah, I was out of touch

But it wasn't because I didn't know enough

I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?

Does that make me crazy?

Does that make me crazy?

Possibly

And I hope that you are

Having the time of your life

But think twice

That's my only advice

Come on now, who do you

Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?

Ha ha ha, bless your soul

You really think you're in control?

Well, I think you're crazy

I think you're crazy

I think you're crazy

Just like me

My heroes had the heart

To lose their lives out on a limb

And all I remember

Is thinking, I want to be like them

Ever since I was little

Ever since I was little

It looked like fun

And it's no coincidence I've come

And I can die when I'm done

But maybe I'm crazy

Maybe you're crazy

Maybe we're crazy

Probably

franky's picks: i am woman

(Helen Reddy and Ray Burton)

I am woman, hear me roar

In numbers too big to ignore

And I know too much to go back an' pretend

'Cause I've heard it all before

And I've been down there on the floor

No one's ever gonna keep me down again

Oh yes, I am wise

But it's wisdom born of pain

Yes, I've paid the price

But look how much I gained

If I have to

I can do anything

I am strong (strong)

I am invincible (invincible)

I am woman

You can bend but never break me

'Cause it only serves to make me

More determined to achieve my final goal

And I come back even stronger

Not a novice any longer

'Cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul

Oh, yes, I am wise

But it's wisdom born of pain

Yes, I've paid the price

But look how much I gained

If I have to

I can face anything

I am strong (strong)

I am invincible (invincible)

I am woman

I am woman watch me grow

See me standing toe to toe

As I spread my lovin' arms across the land

But I'm still an embryo

With a long, long way to go

Until I make my brother understand

Oh, yes, I am wise

But it's wisdom born of pain

Yes, I've paid the price

But look how much I gained

If I have to

I can face anything

I am strong (strong)

I am invincible (invincible)

I am woman

Oh, I am woman

I am invincible

I am strong

I am woman

I am invincible

I am strong

I am woman

franky's picks: how to be sick from a Buddhist view...

An amazing womans honest story of her illness and her fall from GRACE to arrive to in her bed of suffering. She has spent some time rebuilding her life, just like me. She recreating new dreams that leave room for this brutal illness and embraces it instead of fighting it.

I wrote her today to get to know here and for her to get to know me. We share a lot in common. Our paths have crossed but not yet intercepted each other. I will try today.

franky's picks: king of anything... Sara Bareilles... men are men from Colorado to Spoleto to Newcastle Upon Tyne !

Listen here to: KING OF ANYTHING music video is a must to listen to. She it too fabulous!


This song reads my mind. Whether it's the latest Doc in the USA, the latest Doc Italy  or the latest DOC in England... who died and made them my kings... just because they want to sleep with me. I don't think so.....


I get to decide this time in my life! This song says all I want to say to them...


Dedicated to Dr. Love (USA), Dr. Poetry (ITALY) and Dr. Shake It (ENGLAND)...

LYRICS:

Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table

While I look outside

So many things I’d say if only I were able

But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by

You’ve got opinions, man

We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked

So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine

And get out of here fast

I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning

There’s no one here to save

Who cares if you disagree?

You are not me

Who made you king of anything?

So you dare tell me who to be?

Who died and made you king of anything?

You sound so innocent, all full of good intent

Swear you know best

But you expect me to jump up on board with you

And ride off into your delusional sunset

I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction

But you’ll never see

You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps

You got the talking down, just not the listening

And who cares if you disagree?

You are not me

Who made you king of anything?

So you dare tell me who to be?

Who died and made you king of anything?

All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy

While I just hurt and hide

Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide

Who cares if you disagree?

You are not me

Who made you king of anything?

So you dare tell me who to be?

Who died and made you king of anything?

Who cares if you disagree?

You are not me

Who made you king of anything?

So you dare tell me who to be?

Who died and made you king of anything?

Let me hold your crown, babe.

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