The Known and the Unknown – #2 Excerpts from the Essay “Fail Safe” Written by Debbie Millman Post by Jennifer Kiley Post Sunday 27th July 2014 The Essay titled “Fail Safe” Taken From Anthology Look Both Ways: Illustrated Essays on the Intersection of Life and Design
Debbie Millman is an Artist Strategist & Interviewer
“Fail Safe” The Essay-Explores Existential Skills-Living With Uncertainty-Embracing The Unfamiliar-Allowing For Not Knowing-Cultivating What John Keats Famously Termed “Negative Capability”
The Known and the Unknown – #2
I dreamed of being
an artist and a writer,
but inasmuch as I knew
what I wanted,
I felt compelled
to consider what
my economic future.
what my best friend
once referred to as
“the whole wide world,”
it was prudent
I told myself
it was more
sensible to aspire
that I could
have it all.
Virginia Woolf – Part #15
Excerpts from Virginia Woolf
Created by Jennifer Kiley
Created 24th March 2014
Posted Sunday 8th June 2014
A WRITER’S DIARY
A Writer’s Diary Virginia Woolf – Part #15
December 29th, 1940
Virginia Woolf at 58 yrs.
of the art
like a wasp
if the blossom
as it did
to the cliffs.
on the edge.
in the wet.
of old age
I feel it.
* * * * * * *
3 Months later on 28th March 1941 Virginia Woolf filled her coat pockets with
Stones, walked into the River Ouse near her home in Sussex and drowned herself.
Headlines stated she had disappeared but it was suspected she was dead. Three
weeks after she committed suicide by drowning, she was found. Leonard Woolf
had her cremated. Virginia Woolf’s ashes were buried under the intertwined Elm
Trees, nicknamed “Virginia and Leonard” by them, at Monk’s House, their Summer
Home. Both their homes in London had been destroyed by bombs during World
War II. Leonard Woolf, Virginia’s husband, was devastated. She left a note for
him and one for her sister Vanessa Bell. There was a huge outpouring from
friends, family, acquaintances, strangers, fans and admirers who were send-
ing their condolences. It was a shock to all, the loss of Virginia Woolf.
At the bottom of post I will leave a copy of the suicide note
Virginia Woolf wrote for her husband Leonard Woolf.
These are the last passages from Virginia Woolf’s A Writer’s Diary, BUT ONLY TEMPORARILY.
I will be presenting further excerpts
from Virginia Woolf’s A Writer’s Diary in the near future.
Thank You For Following Her Brilliant Words as her Gift to All of Us.
THANK YOU VIRGINIA WOOLF FOR BEING SO GENEROUS.
WE HAVE YOUR GIFTS TO LEARN FROM & WE ARE ABLE
TO ABSORB FROM THE DEPTH OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE, YOUR
BRILLIANCE & YOUR SENSITIVITY. I KNOW I AM GRATEFUL
TO HAVE FOUND YOU. YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME. I FEEL
THE PAIN YOU SUFFERED & HOPE YOU HAVE FOUND PEACE.
Virginia Woolf’s Monk’s House Garden
Erik Satie: Gnossienne No. 1, 2, 3
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Virginia Woolf’s Handwritten Suicide Note to Her Husband Leonard
A Painful & Poignant Farewell [28th March 1941]
Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ’til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that—everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.
Private Writings: Chapter #28 – –Death on the Veranda
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Published Introduction & Chapter #1
On 19th March 2013
Published Early Tuesday AM
Posted On 1st October 2013
Dedicated to Julie Andrews. Always Wished She Were My Mother.
Happy Birthday! 1st October 1935 Day J.A. Blessed This World. Saved My Life.
WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.
ANYONE RESEMBLING ANYONE LIVING OR DEAD
IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
I am writing to Dr. Annie Haskell. My form of storytelling is through
letters containing dreams, thoughts, poems, music, describing my script
“Brief Sacrifice,” already made into a film but not yet released, psycho-
therapy, inspirations, reflective comments, the inner workings of the mind,
soul, body, emotions, and bipolar. I prefer mentally creative, interesting, or
having a brain misfiring. Included in the mix are childhood abuse, car crashes,
near drownings, drugs [the illegal kind at present], hallucinations, hypersexuality,
time warps, finding answers to unsolved mysteries, infatuation, imagination, fantasy,
and a need to discover my bliss.
See you inside.
Namaste! Madison Taylor
Private Writings: — Chapter #28: Death on the Veranda
Tuesday 1st April 2008
That was some announcement you made in group. I was stunned and couldn’t react in our session or in group today. I thought it being April Fool’s Day you were joking. First you tell us group had one more meeting, the last being next Tuesday followed by our session. Then to top that off, came the shock of the decade. The police declared Angie’s death a homicide. They arrested Dr. George. He has been charge with her murder. They feel the evidence is pretty airtight. The only thing you didn’t say was the cause of death.
A murder, I thought so all along, but Dr. George. Why would he throw away everything for her? It doesn’t sound right to me. She was not a very nice person. He must have been threatened to make him kill her. Not trying to blame the victim, but why are the police being so quiet about it all. Not a clue to go on. Curious mind wants to know. It’s driving slowly by a crash scene. You don’t want to see the gore but you do want to know what happened. Everyone does, unless they have a total lack of curiosity.
I hope he didn’t do it and a good lawyer gets him off. My feelings aside, he doesn’t deserve prison for putting up with her for ten years. We both started seeing him about the same time. He seemed alright back then, but deteriorated slowly since then. Retiring would have been one way to go, but murder. To be taken out by killing someone. That’s going a bit too far, indubitably.
I don’t mean to take this so lightly, but it is April Fool’s, remember. It all seems like a dream someone sat on and all the cream filling went smush! Should I really be serious? Angie died. I don’t miss her. Don’t even say I should, just little. Never. Not ever. She stuck me every week with her sarcasm and fucked up sense of propriety. Homophobia, she took to an extreme. She was twisted. Perverse. Jealous, I have someone who loves me. Couldn’t stand anyone being happy, if she wasn’t. I know she was definitely pissed off at the whole fucking world, like it owed her something.
Well, I do not miss her. Maybe sorry she was murdered. That part is terrible. It hurts her kids. I remember what I said when we all first heard about it, I said her kids would have a better life. But I am sure they are hurting now. It creeps me out thinking about it.
You mentioned in group, at the close, there is another group forming soon. It would be a selected group. More specific but you didn’t say how specific. I should have asked you in session but it slipped my mind. Feeling depressed for the past several days needed more attention.
Everything felt so lost. The more I felt myself slipping away from the real world, the deeper the pain was cutting into my flesh. Wanting to make myself hurt with physical pain was my only distraction from wanting to kill myself. Wanting to die was so powerful. A voice was speaking to me, “how do you think your friends and Scottie and your animals feel if you died by killing yourself.” It is my animals and Scottie who keep me around. And the friend who spoke those words, she, also, keeps me alive. I couldn’t hurt any of them, not in taking my own life. I have no control over feeling depressed. It is build into the misfiring of my brain.
Being bipolar gives me such highs. I write the sharpest dialogue and scenes are filled with life. When I’m depressed, I find a way of using those moments to be creative, also. But the pain courses through my blood, wanting to burst through like a gusher. The pressure in my head, to scream out the need to beat myself, to make myself bleed. Depression is so difficult to talk about, everyone backs away from it. They don’t get it. The worse things a person can do to a person who is feeling this way is to tell them to “Snap Out of It,” or “Get Over It, ” and the best, “What Do You Have to be Depressed About? You’ve got a great life.”
Depression has nothing to do with what you have or how much money in your bank account. You could be the wealthiest person in the world. Depression doesn’t acknowledge the means of one’s life. Graduating college Head of the Dean’s List, head of your class, editor of the college paper, that isn’t recognized when you want to kill yourself. Being nominated for an Oscar, absolutely nothing in it stops depression. When Depression wants to grab ahold of you, pull you down or push you closer and closer to the edge, nothing will stop it but trying to refocus its’ intentions. It feels an entity onto itself, with more power then I have inside of me to fight it.
I have won all the battles so far, but they are not through with me. Probably never will be. It is my battle to have two prominent sides to my bipolar. I am just so excited when I am excited because I am not depressed. There is a catch. Being high on life when bipolar can spin you too far to the upper end. You can get too high. Once again, the possibilities of losing control.
I want to switch over to a quick look into “Brief Sacrifice.” I have one piece for you this week from the script. There is a secret organization trying to locate the Friends of Nikola Tesla. They want to destroy them. They know something is changing. They know Carter McLeod is in possession of the Silver Box, and that it holds magical powers. They want to retrieve this and the person who holds it. Their anagram is GEUSS. Pronounced as the word “Guess.” I will tell you in my next letter about the initials and what the anagram means.
We should really talk about what I wrote and the poem I know I am going to write after I finish this letter.
It makes me feel so happy your being in my life.
Dr. Annie Haskell’s Office as a Psychoanalyst
<em>Somewhere In Time – John Barry</em>
Calla Lily Bunch
Written by Madison Taylor
1st April 2008
Living has too many endings
Into invisible air
Pain fills the heart
Exploding like fireworks
Covering the sky
From dying flesh
By the enemy
All is stolen
Not yet lived
All is gone
Stolen away from love
John Steinbeck: Six Tips on Writing Post Created by Jk the secret keeper
Illustrated by j. kiley
Post Created On Saturday 21st September 2013
Posted On Sunday 22nd September 2013 A Writer’s Word
John Steinbeck Tip #1
Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish. Lose track of the 400 pages and write just one page for each day, it helps. Then when it gets finished, you are always surprised.
John Steinbeck Tip #2
Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on. It also interferes with flow and rhythm which can only come from a kind of unconscious association with the material.
John Steinbeck Tip #3
Forget your generalized audience. In the first place, the nameless, faceless audience will scare you to death and in the second place, unlike the theater, it doesn’t exist. In writing, your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person—a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one.
John Steinbeck Tip #4
If a scene or a section gets the better of you and you still think you want it—bypass it and go on. When you have finished the whole you can come back to it and then you may find that the reason it gave trouble is because it didn’t belong there.
John Steinbeck Tip #5
Beware of a scene that becomes too dear to you, dearer than the rest. It will usually be found that it is out of drawing.
John Steinbeck Tip #6
If you are using dialogue—say it aloud as you write it. Only then will it have the sound of speech.
Steinbeck issued the following statement after receiving the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1963,
“If there is a magic in story writing, and I am convinced there is, no one has ever been able to reduce it to a recipe that can be passed from one person to another. The formula seems to lie solely in the aching urge of the writer to convey something he feels important to the reader. If the writer has that urge, he may sometimes, but by no means always, find the way to do it. You must perceive the excellence that makes a good story good or the errors that makes a bad story. For a bad story is only an ineffective story.” — John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck — Pulitzer Prize winner, Nobel laureate, author of “East of Eden,” gave an excellent interview published in the Fall 1975 issue of The Paris Review.
Writers Interview with Chandler & Fleming BBC Creators of Philip Marlowe & James Bond 007
Post Created by Jk the secret keeper
Created Sunday 11th August 2013
Posted on Thursday 15th August 2013 TALK THURSDAY
Raymond Chandler and Ian Fleming
I grew up watching old movies, detective films with Nick and Nora Charles with William Powell and Myrna Loy, Humphrey Bogart in the Maltese Falcon as Sam Spade and Raymond Chandler’s detective Philip Marlowe played by Humphrey Bogart in The Big Sleep. Lauren Bacall joined Bogie in this one, also. I have seen The Big Sleep more times than I can count. It is a brilliant film and should be required viewing for any film student, no matter what area in the film media they are studying to work in.
The Real Philip Marlowe [click to enlarge]
James Bond 007, who has not heard of him? Ian Fleming, a spy during the time England needed him most, turned into a writer of intrigue and action adventure. I started watching James Bond 007 from the beginning in Dr. No. with Sean Connery. As with Dr. Who, I love Tom Baker. He was my first Dr. Who, as Sean Connery was my first James Bond 007. And Humphrey was my one and only Philip Marlowe.
Ian Fleming Comments About James Bond
For my first James Bond 007 film, Dr. No, my date thought it would be fun, we were young teenagers who had to be dropped off at the theatre, he wanted to sneak into the movie theatre. It was a total bust. It really doesn’t work. I’d never done it before, so not then and never back then did it ever work. It is so embarrassing to be asked to leave. Now, you can wander into different theatres in those multiplexes, but I don’t enjoy them anymore. I enjoy films at home.
Cannot handle theatres. Though I love them, my body does not feel the comfort of the experience. I use to be 7th row from front, in the center. Always arrived early, if with friend or alone. It was the best seat in the house. I didn’t miss a thing on the screen. Now the theatres have changed and become so uncomfortable. You have to wait in a large mob scene, at least at our local multiplex, before you can get into your theatre, and the whole experience just isn’t the same.
For Bond Lovers Only
I like pause on the DVD/Blu-ray. Getting snacks you suddenly have a craving for without paying an exorbitant price for a soda or candy, whatever. Just being able to say something to your S/O, so you don’t interrupt the film, you have pause for that, also. Actually, my S/O gets up more often than I do and she’s great at making the sudden need for popcorn or liquid refills of ice and Arizona Iced Tea. Plus our animals love to have us with them and we love them snuggling with us or just feeling them near.
Back to why I am telling you all this. The Soundcloud I am presenting today is opened up by an announcer, who speaks for a short time, but then he turns things over to Raymond Chandler and Ian Fleming to talk amongst themselves. They talk like old friends and by the end of the interview you go away with the feeling they would hang out together often if they didn’t come from different countries, the US and Great Britain.
Scene From Russia With Love [Robert Shawn Plays the Spectre Assassin]
This recording is the only known recording left of Raymond Chandler’s voice. According to the announcer, he’s ingested a touch of the liquid formula, but it doesn’t interfere with a clarity to the interview. Technically, I feel it is a talk rather than anyone interviewing anyone else. It is enjoyable to listen in on two such well known writers who were well established during their time and remembered by those who follow Philip Marlowe and James Bond 007. Sit back and enjoy the listen. It isn’t necessary to stop everything if you don’t have that kind of time, but listen as you do mindless work where you don’t have to pay close attention to what you’re doing and instead focus on these two legends speaking openly with each other about writing and all their experiences.
A month after this interview in 1958, seven months later Raymond Chandler died. So, it is a momentous occasion to have these last words recorded by him with such an illustrious partner as Ian Fleming. Interesting to me, Raymond Chandler was born on my birthday. A writer I would have gotten along with quite fine, in all his grumpiness and love of cats. I feel the same way, less the overall grumpiness, that I do occasionally in sudden Bipolar outbursts and then the mood fades away just as quickly. Only found this information out about Raymond Chandler by discovering this Soundcloud through Brainpickings.
BBC Archives Chandler and Fleming July 10th 1958
Read the short paragraph below the Soundcloud for a few more details to fill in the story about Raymond Chandler and Ian Fleming. And do ENJOY a good listen to these two grand writers who created such amazing figures for all to be draw into with awe, enjoyment, and intrigue. I, also, include a newspaper clipping. It is fine description of Raymond Chandler’s more intimate thoughts about his life, his writing, his wife, and how he felt his life turned out. It is an intimate look inside of Raymond Chandler’s thinking. It is about the letters he left behind. He destroy many but those that survived said a great deal about the writer and creator of Philip Marlowe but it talks about his aspirations.
Remember about the announcer. He talks a bit but let it go if you will. You might find something interesting in what he has to say.Written by Jennifer Kiley
Raymond Chandler’s great detective is Phillip Marlowe.
Ian Fleming’s greatest character is James Bond 007.
Raymond Chandler (July 23, 1888–March 26, 1959) endures as one of the most celebrated novelists and screenwriters in literary history, an oracle of insight on the written word, a lovable grump dispensing delightfully curmudgeonly advice on editorial manners, and a hopeless cat-lover. In July of 1958, to mark the publication of Chandler’s last book, Playback, BBC brought Chandler and Ian Fleming together on the air. Fleming and the BBC broadcaster producing the program picked up Chandler at 11 A.M. on the day of the interview and even though they “found his voice slurred with whiskey,” the broadcast went quite well. Seven months later, Chandler died. This discussion, which covers heroes and villains — Fleming’s James Bond and Chandler’s Philip Marlowe — and the relationship between author and character, is believed to be the only surviving recording of the author’s voice.
Review on Chandler’s Letters. Brilliant. A Must Read
The Words Post Created by Jk the secret keeper Illustrated by j. kiley Review by Roger Ebert & Jennifer Kiley Post Created on 5th August 2013 Posted On 9th August 2013 FILM FRIDAY
There’s more than one way to take a life.
The Words (2012)
Roger Ebert September 5, 2012
Almost every word Ernest Hemingway wrote in the years immediately before 1922 was lost by his first wife Hadley, who packed the pages in a briefcase and lost it on a train. Hardly an American lit student lives who has not heard this story.
Hemingway’s lost prose lives on, in a sense, in the movie “The Words,” which opens with a writer named Clayton Hammond (Dennis Quaid) reading from his new novel in a Manhattan bookstore. But hold on. Don’t get ahead of the story. I know you’re thinking Hammond’s book is actually the long-lost Hemingway manuscript. But the movie adds another level. His book is about another novelist who finds the lost briefcase in a Paris antique shop.
Most of “The Words” is about that novelist. His name is Rory Jansen (Bradley Cooper), and he has a wife named Dora (Zoe Saldana). Dora is a famous name among novelist’s wives, but never mind. Her purpose here is to shoehorn a beautiful woman into the movie, which includes two others: Celia (Nora Arnezeder), a Parisian mistress, who is the one who leaves the briefcase on the train, and Danielle (Olivia Wilde), a graduate student who falls for Clayton Hammond at his reading.
The original novelist at the beginning of this series of events is known only as The Old Man (Jeremy Irons), and he is seen only when already Old. If you’re thinking of The Old Man and the Sea, don’t blame me. After Rory Jansen finds the novel and publishes it as his own, he finds himself in the park one day, having a conversation with The Old Man, who tells him the story of how he came to write the novel and lose it.
I doubt if either one of us could pass a quiz on that plot. It’s a level too many and sidesteps a more promising approach: What if the movie were about the real Ernest Hemingway discovering that his lost manuscript had been found and published by a stranger? That would eliminate the need for the Dennis Quaid and Olivia Wilde characters, provide an opening for some juicy Hemingway dialogue, and create an excuse for a passionate affair between Hemingway and the succulent Dora. Of course you’d need some time compression, because the various events in the movie seem to span perhaps 90 years.
“The Words,” written and directed by Brian Klugman and Lee Sternthal, may sound like a movie about literature, but it isn’t. It ingeniously avoids quoting more than a few words from the Hemingwayesque novel, and although Clayton Hammond reads more from his novel, there’s no suggestion that we’re dealing with the Son of Hemingway, or even the Cousin Of. The movie does however slyly leave open the possibility that his novel is the story of his own life.
What does work are the performances, especially Jeremy Irons as The Old Man. He’s not as angry about Jansen’s plagiarism, as you might assume, and indeed the real Hemingway considered his lost manuscripts “juvenile work.” (In life, Hadley did save a few carbons, one of which was the short story “Up in Michigan,” which is a work of genius. We can only wonder what was lost.)
Watching the movie, I enjoyed the settings, the periods and the acting. I can’t go so far as to say I cared about the story, particularly after it became clear that its structure was too clever by half. There’s also an appearance by J.K. Simmons as Jansen’s father, not a very necessary character, but it’s funny how often you see Simmons playing someone in a movie and wish the whole movie was about him.
THE WORDS REVIEW WRITTEN BY JENNIFER KILEY SATURDAY 4th AUGUST 2013
A GREAT REVIEW BY ROGER EBERT AND FACTS I DIDN’T CONSIDER WHILE WATCHING THE FILM MYSELF. I AM AN AVID HEMINGWAY FAN BUT WAS UNAWARE OF THE LOST MANUSCRIPT. KNOWING THAT NOW DOES ADD DIMENSION TO THE VIEWING OF ‘THE WORDS.’ I AGREE WITH ROGER EBERT THAT THE CHARACTERS DENNIS QUAID AND OLIVIA WILDE ARE PRETTY UNNECESSARY TO THE TELLING OF THE STORY. THEIR ONLY VALUE SEEMS TO BE SETTING UP THE PREMISE OF ONE WRITER WRITING ABOUT ANOTHER WRITER FINDING THE MISSING MANUSCRIPT.
ONE IS NOT SURE WHILE WATCHING ‘THE WORD’ WHAT IS THE REALITY AND WHAT IS THE FICTION. ARE ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THE FILM REAL. MAYBE DENNIS QUAID IS THE ONLY REAL CHARACTER TELLING THE REST OF THE STORY IN HIS BOOK. AT THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE FILM YOU SEE A PROMINENTLY VIEWED BOOK WITH THE TITLE ‘THE WORDS.’ IT DOES SET OFF THE FILM ON A JOURNEY TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IS HAPPENING.I FELT THE BACK STORY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM THE FAR LONG AGO PAST IS RATHER BORING. THAT COULD BE PULLED TOGETHER AND REFERRED IN A MORE MINIMAL WAY.
THE MOST INTERESTING PARTS OF THE FILM EVOLVE AROUND THE BRADLEY COOPER CHARACTER. I FOUND MYSELF MUCH MORE INTERESTED IN WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HIS LIFE, HIS DECISIONS, HIS RELATIONSHIPS AND HIS DIALOGUE, ESPECIALLY WITH THE OLD MAN PLAYED BY JEREMY IRONS. IRONS WAS BRILLIANT. COMPARING THIS ALL TO HEMINGWAY’S MISSING MANUSCRIPT & THE OLD MAN BEING A CUTE REFERENCE TO HEMINGWAY’S BOOK ‘THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA’ WOULD HAVE BEEN AN INTERESTING INCLUSION IN THE FILM IF THE DIRECTOR AND SCREENWRITER HAD BEEN ASTUTE ENOUGH TO USE THAT IN THEIR PREMISE. IT WOULD HAVE DEFINITELY IMPROVED THE OVERALL INTRIGUE.
I REALLY FOUND THIS FILM ABSORBING AND HAVE WATCHED SEVERAL TIMES. READING ROGER EBERT’S REVIEW, AS I STATED, MAKES THE FILM EVEN MORE INTRIGUING. TOO BAD ROGER DIDN’T HAVE INPUT WITH THE SCREENWRITER. MAYBE THEY SHOULD HAVE DONE MORE RESEARCH AND INCLUDED THE REFERENCE TO HEMINGWAY OR MAYBE THEY KNEW AND DIDN’T GET THAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN AN IMPORTANT ELEMENT TO INCLUDE IN THE STORYLINE.
I, FOR ONE, WOULD HAVE FOUND THAT FASCINATING IF THE LOST MANUSCRIPT HAD ACTUALLY BEEN ERNEST HEMINGWAY’S,THE ONE HIS WIFE CARELESSLY LOST ON HIM. HOW FRUSTRATING IS THAT AND HOW IMPORTANT THAT WOULD HAVE PUMPED UP THE WHOLE DEPTH OF THE STORY. THE WHOLE FILM WOULD HAVE TAKEN ON A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT AURA.
JUST THE SAME, THE FILM IS WORTHY OF BEING SEEN IN JUST THE WAY IT IS PORTRAYED. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT. WRITERS, IN PARTICULAR, WILL ENJOY THE DEBATE IN THEIR OWN MIND, HOW ETHICAL OVERALL WAS THE DECISION BRADLEY COOPER’S CHARACTER MADE. SEE THE FILM ‘THE WORDS’ AND ENJOY AN INTRIGUING CONCEPT FOR A STORY. YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED. I ENJOYED EVERY TIME I VIEWED ‘THE WORDS.’ Written by Jennifer Kiley
Bradley Cooper as Rory Dennis Quaid as Clayton Zoe Saldana as Dora Olivia Wilde as Danielle Jeremy Irons as Old Man