Life Could Be Verse: Reflections on Love, Loss, and What Really Matters
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For his 98th birthday, Kirk Douglas offers us an intimate look into his life. Through a collection of poetry, prose and photographs, he pulls the curtain all the way back exposing the bombs and blockbusters of both the personal and professional aspects. From uncomplicated poems written for his beloved wife, Ann, of 60 years, to poems written for his four boys when they were still small, Douglas' words are comical, sentimental, romantic, and sometimes painful. He chaperones us through the stages of his life, including the untimely death of his youngest son, and shares nostalgic pictures of the other 'leading ladies' in his life like Marlene Dietrich, Lauren Bacall, and Bridget Bardot. Kirk Douglas is an American legend―crowned as one of the greatest male screen legends in American film history by the American Film Institute. And, at 97, he is the highest ranked person on the list alive today. Life Could Be Verse's beautiful design makes it a keepsake for the myriad of Kirk Douglas' fans who have adored "Spartacus" for many, many decades.
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about death. Anne refuses to talk about death. But I thought, If she dies, I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t handle life without her. I must go first because she could handle that. When you’re married long enough, you learn that women are stronger than men. Let me go before my wife. Without her I have no life I’m sure that Anne will pray for me And we will live in eternity. While Anne was recovering, I thought of what I could do to lift her spirits. Soon an idea began to take shape. Singing wasn’t
understudy in Kiss and Tell, produced by George Abbott, the biggest producer on Broadway. One evening backstage, he asked me, “Kirk, can you sing?” “Sing? I sang a song in college.” “What was the song?” “It’s called ‘Red Hot Henry Brown.’” He laughed, “Well, can you still sing it?” “What do you mean?” “I’m having auditions for my musical On the Town. Be there at three o’clock.” He walked away. I didn’t know if I could pull it off, but I thought, What the hell? What’s the worst thing that
day. “Marlene, I’m on my way to Paris. It’s my first trip to France.” “Who’s taking you?” “Nobody. I’m just waiting for my car.” “I’m coming over.” “No, no, no, the car will be here shortly.” “Wait for me.” Click! The car and Marlene arrived at the same time. She rode with me to the airport, helped me find my seat on the plane, and gave me a kiss as she handed me her St. Christopher medal. “This will bring you luck.” The medallion that Marlene gave me. I still have it. Luck They call it
scoffed at the idea that she could help me. She had just spent the afternoon riding in the mountains. What the hell can she do for me? And then she started sending me poems. The fax machine spit them out every day, each poem containing lines full of polysyllabic phrases. Betty concentrated on the underlined words and made me say this poem to start the speech process: Betty McMicken. Time to challenge my elocution I will begin the revolution To overthrow my mumble Make this week of perfect