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Examining Isabelle Corey in 'Bob Le Flambeur'
In 1956, model Isabelle Corey got her big break in the movies when legendary director Jean Pierre Melville discovered her in the Latin Quarter of Paris. Melville cast Corey as Anne in his classic noir Bob Le Flambeur. Corey would go on from there to star in Roger Vadim’s And God Created Woman, alongside the legendary Brigitte Bardot before moving to Italy to work with some of that country’s legends including Franco Rossi, Vittorio De Sica and Roberto Rossellini. Corey made 16 films in 15 years before quitting the business in 1961.
Sean PatrickPublished 7 years ago in GeeksCornwall
A certain Treasure You will no longer find Used to live in eyes so blind View the clouds,sea and stone Trace back the past, Eat what's sown.
Jonathan ClewlowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLust
I look at her as she stares back at me. Staring deep, deep into the very depths of my soul; a feeling so clichéd it’s almost foolish, and yet there she is. Her portrait stares me down. I am wide-eyed in awe as butterflies flutter in my stomach, desperate not to drown in the pit of anxiety. She makes me feel so enamoured it physically hurts; weighing down my heart until I cannot breathe. And with every painful inhale, every sharp exhale, I know I must suffer if I am to continue to look at this vision of perfection set before me.
Jonny DawsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGears
Love is it real or is it fake, is it something to hate pick your take. Shame is lame, something that you can't tame. Peace take it or leave it, it's up to you to do the believing. Lies the only question I have is why. Good-byes saying it while looking in people's eyes. Tears mostly stems from people fears. Why have I been waiting all these years to take off and switch these gears.
Dante JenkinsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsVoices In My Head
I won't listen anymore Go away and let me be Please set my soul free All these repressed memories are now coming back to me
Diana SandulescuPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Voice
My Voice. Won't be heard. Because I am a young, Caucasian, religious female. They won't want to hear my opinion once I say I'm independent in the political world. They won't listen because I'm not "old enough" to have an opinion. They won't listen because they think it's all a bunch of nothing, since it's coming from my mouth, my thoughts. They won't listen because it won't benefit them. They won't listen because I'm just a college student "not experiencing the real world." They won't listen because I am not a democrat. They won't listen because I don't claim republican. They don't listen because I am not ONE OF THEM. All they see is my pink pouted lips and 12-year-old looking body. "She's too young to have a say." "She's a woman." "She's a 'white' young lady with her heads in the clouds thinking things will ever change."
Charlene
If the times I was hateful outweighed the ones I was grateful, I apologize, That in the midst of being a teen, I didn’t recognize your love for what it was
Dreams
I dreamt a different life last night As a worker underground Fumes and dust filled the lungs Deafened by the sounds The toxins filled every cell