January 2012
67 posts
Little Girl Gilda :')
Gilda’s Brother (Michael), Gilda’s momma (Henrietta) & little mini GILDA!!
This picture is so damn cute..I can’t even..
Right Hand Questions-Left Hand Answers by Gilda Radner
The day after Gilda’s funeral I was going through drawers and found several sheets of colored construction paper, on which she had made a little drawing of her body and then asked herself questions. She wrote each question very clearly with her right hand and then, apparently, switched the pen to her left hand to scrawl out the answers … trying, I believe, to make contact with the child inside, without the adult Gilda censoring any of her feelings; as if she were holding the little Gilda in her arms and asking … why?
Gilda showed me the little poem in May of 1989, three weeks before she died.
Gene Wilder
What are you?
I am your tummy-your stomach, your bowels
How do you feel?
I feel cramped and clogged-not relaxed-frightened. I hate everything that tries to go through me.
What caused you to feel this way?
I have always felt this way. Not relaxed. My mother made me feel that food wasn’t allowed inside. Now radiation has made my bowel all scarred.
How can I help you?
Help me to relax-to not make me afraide to eat.
You can eat. It is wonderful and nurturing.
No, cancer won’t let me eat. It hurts too much, or I am nauseous with fear or from treatments.
Is cancer your mother inside you?
She doesn’t want me to exist.
Well, get her out.
How?
By loving yourself-by becoming your own mother-only you can do that-love the little you-the baby, the women.
Can I cry? I miss my mommy.
Yes, cry-but not for long-you are inside you to love you deeply-to make up for all the lost love.
Please be consistent.
What would make you not afraid?
If someone could for sure tell me that everything was going to be O.K.
How can anyone ever know for sure?
Your parents could say it.
But did they really know for sure?
No! They were just making it up.
Well why don’t you make it up?
Everything is going to be O.K. Even though things seem difficult now they can’t turn out to be anything but O.K.
What if my hands and feet keep getting numb?
You will adjust. You will learn to live with whatever you are left with.
1978 essay by Gilda Radner that appeared in an issue of Crawdaddy Magazine.
Live from Adolescence, I Always Hated Saturday Night
“Sometimes, I think the reason I went into show business was to fill my Saturday Nights - to relieve myself of the responsibility of celebrating and provide a service to those who needed to be entertained. Maybe, if I could just be good enough, I could save some other girl from having to notice the dmeall of the guy’s hair next to her or from wondering, “Will he take my hand? And if he does, will our hands sweat? Or will he put his arm around me. And if he does, will he like my shoulder height?” I sought to divert myself and become a diversion… to eliminate Saturday Night pains for myself and others.”
Thanks, Gilda. :) I wish you had tumblr then. Lord knows we all know how you felt. And you have, by the way, and still do eliminate those pains for us.
I really should have reblogged this from the OP, but Ashlee’s quote is perfection.
FYGR gif masterpost:
ahhyoulikeditsoyouputaringonit:
I made this :)
Here are the rest of my Gilda related .gifs:
Hey guys, I don’t mind if you use my gifs as reaction gifs, but if you’re going to post them on their own, will you please link back to FYGR?
I don’t want everyone to feel like they’re missing out on the bounty, so here’s a repost of all of my gifs.
peacelove&gilda!
-FYGR
Time for a good old fashioned gif repost with a few new ones to add to the list:
Gilda showed the following poem to her husband Gene Wilder in May of 1989, three weeks before she died. It is her take on ovarian cancer.
My body turned a cold back on me, at less than
forty-three
It started a war
whatever for
in the middle of the middle of my life
it rose a black dividing mass
on my ovaries, alas
and growing fast
what was the point
a childish attempt
to eat me alive and wreck the count
my spirit strives to hold the fort
shaking its fist at each report
this is a shame, days
spending my life in bed on my back
in the middle of the middle of my life
I can see roses in front of my hedge
with doctors pinned on their petal ledges
and nurses too and you and love and “alive” scribbled
not far above
#HOW CAN GOD TAKE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MIND AWAY FROM A WORLD THAT NEEDED HER?
I wonder the same thing daily.
My thoughts on the shoot:
I’m happy Gilda is making the rounds, I’m happy people know who she is, and I enjoyed the idea of this, but I feel like the execution of it was a little misguided. It lacks Gilda’s spirit. I’m familiar with a lot of fashion work; and I feel like this shoot really could have benefitted from some bolder, brighter colors. I also don’t think there was enough genuine enthusiasm with the subject matter. The usual cool and dejected nature of fashion photography is so polar opposite of what Gilda was about. (As far as I know.) None of these photographs are warm and inviting to me, and knowing her, they should be.
That’s what I loved about Emma Stone. You could tell she had a true affection for Gilda, and the homage was really tasteful and respectful.
These photographs are great as stand alone pieces. I would be drawn to them from a technical standpoint, and they’re compositionally very good, I just feel like they do an extremely poor job of representing Gilda.
What do you guys think?
Guess who’s stoked that the 500kb ban was lifted?
