June 11, 2008

Rosebud.

Rosebud

8 comments:

Triangle Man said...

When I was young I watched Citizen Kane on TV solely because of a reference to "Rosebud" I saw in Mad Magazine.

Bissage said...

Q: What’s worse than a lobster on your piano?

A: Aphids on your rosebud!

(Glad to see someone’s practicing good hygiene.)

Sheepman said...

When I was young I watched Citizen Kane on TV solely because of a reference to "Rosebud" I saw in Mad Magazine.
William Randolph Hearst and Marion Davis didn't appreciate the Rosebud reference when the film came out.

BowlsRus said...

Of course they didn't - unlike the reporter in the movie, WR Hearst and Marion Davies knew what it meant.

Chip Ahoy said...

When the page opened the title showed before the photo loaded. In that moment I fully expected to see a sled.

Chip Ahoy said...

^^^

Hearst's pet name for his favorite portion of Marion Davies' cuerpo?

blake said...

Anyone else think "Rosebud" is a cheap shot in what's otherwise a brilliant movie?

LutherM said...

A Rosebud in the snow
http://www.mardecortesbaja.com/snow%20citizen%20kane%20rosebud.jpg


An Old Story

I

It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,
The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,
A year ago on this very day!

II

The air broke into a mist with bells,
The old walls rocked with the crowds and cries.
Had I said, “Good folks, mere noise repels—
But give me your sun from yonder skies!”
They had answered, “And afterward, what else?”

III

Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun,
To give it my loving friends to keep.
Nought man could do have I left undone,
And you see my harvest, what I reap
This very day, now a year is run.

IV

There’s nobody on the house-tops now—
Just a palsied few at the windows set—
For the best of the sight is, all allow,
At the Shambles’ Gate—or, better yet,
By the very scaffold’s foot, I trow.

V

I go in the rain, and, more than needs,
A rope cuts both my wrists behind,
And I think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds,
For they fling, whoever has a mind,
Stones at me for my year’s misdeeds.

VI

Thus I entered Brescia, and thus I go!
In such triumphs, people have dropped down dead.
“Thou, paid by the World,—what dost thou owe
Me?” God might have questioned; but now instead
’Tis God shall requite! I am safer so.


"The Patriot" Robert Browning