Rebecca,
My contention is that the original was "Simone", written especially
about Simone Ramblestone, R. Ramblestone's evil twin. Cohen changed the
words to protect the guilty.
As for You're so Vain - the goss has included Warren Beatty, Mick
Jagger, so why not George Hamilton.
Cheers,
Jill
On Monday, April 7, 2003, at 04:41 PM, Rebecca Seiferle wrote:
> Hi Jill,
>
> I've always heard that the Carly Simon song "You're so Vain" was to
> George Hamilton. That's the yak on the radio over here. And wasn't
> this "Suzanne," as in Leonard Cohen's Song "Suzanne takes you down to
> the boat by the river, and she feeds you tea and oranges that come all
> the way from China, and you think you travel with her, and you think
> you'll travel far, for she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
> . .etc."?
>
> Rebecca
>
> Rebecca Seiferle
> www.thedrunkenboat.com
> -------Original Message-------
> From: Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: 04/06/03 11:36 PM
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: This poem isn't about me
>
>>
>> You're not telling me now that Ramblestone has a sister, Simone.
>> Actually,
> I
> think there was a song written about her. 'Simone takes you down, etc,
> etc'.
>
> Jill
>
>
>> Yes, Jill, I'd missed that. The song's by Carly Simon (not Simone,
>> Rambletone) and is also famous for the debates about who the song is
>> describing, the lines include 'you're so vain / you probably think
>> this
> song
>> is about you) !!!
>>
>> Best
>>
>> Paula, I mean Dave
>>
>>
>>
>> David Bircumshaw
>>
>> Leicester, England
>>
>> Home Page
>>
>> A Chide's Alphabet
>>
>> Painting Without Numbers
>>
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>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: "Jill Jones" <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Sunday, April 06, 2003 10:59 PM
>> Subject: Re: This poem isn't about me
>>
>>
>> 'you're so vain' is the name of the song.
>>
>> cheers,
>> Jill
>>
>>
>> On Monday, April 7, 2003, at 01:29 AM, Deborah Russell wrote:
>>
>> > This writing exercise reminds me of that 70's song, can't think
>> of
> the
>> > title, but it has this line: ...'you probably think this song is
> about
>> > you'...
>> >
>> > Not sure about this draft, any suggestions?
>> >
>> > ******************************************
>> >
>> >
>> > This Poem Isn't About Me
>> >
>> >
>> > This poem isn't about me, standing near the edge,
>> > of the rice field, where rain mixed with earth,
>> > in just the right amount. It's not about how I stood
>> > near the place, where morning sun
>> > rubs a warm scent in the moisture of my skin.
>> > Or about how the greens and golds were fresh in my eyes,
>> > and how small pearls of rice bore their dewy weight.
>> > And it can't be about how the heaviness
>> > seemed to pull my vision outward, beyond the field,
>> > to distant mountains - but they will remain distant,
>> > at least, for a while.
>> >
>> > This isn't about my daughter and how difficult it was
>> > trying to find a way to explain this episode
>> > of temporary blindness. This poem isn't about
>> > how it seemed right. It isn't about how,
>> > if I did not tell her, she would resent me,
>> > for keeping the secret. And it couldn't be about how
>> > nearly five years ago, her father had
>> > tested positive for HIV. It's not the matter of her age,
>> > because she must be old enough, after all, she is fourteen.
>> >
>> > And this certainly isn't about me, daydreaming
>> > as I sift flour for dumplings. Or how my family loves
>> > chicken and dumplings. It is certainly not about how
>> > I roll the dough thin, to work a day's anger out,
>> > with each stroke. Or about how, by the time the broth boils,
>> > I'm calm enough, to make the required neat, clean slices.
>> > It is certainly not about how good it is
>> > to have everyone home for dinner. And most certainly
>> > not about how I smile at the thought,
>> > while dropping the pieces one by one, into the pot.
>> >
>> > This poem is not about the times my mother
>> > showed her disapproval, or about that familiar smirk
>> > - or even about how that smirk was impossible to live with,
>> > it's not about the one expression I expected
>> > and strangely depended on. This poem is not about
>> > the way our relationship was always strained,
>> > it's not even about how there used to be hope
>> > that things would magically change.
>> >
>> > This poem is not about her beautiful, long red hair
>> > or how it had withered to thinning white.
>> > This poem is not about her eyes fading
>> > from azure blue to pastel grey.
>> >
>> > This poem is not about the way mother's smirk
>> > was unchanging or ever-present then -
>> > to the end; and even now, in this old photograph.
>> >
>> > Deborah Russell
>> >
>> >
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>> >
>> >
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