"i wish someone would pick up on my art, before it lays down and dies where it is."

sinatra, 1965.

he knew he was slipping. he heard steve lawrence, and vic damone, and he knew that they weren't it. bennett was bad, but different, more of a show stopper. in any case, this quote means more to me than what sinatra is speaking about. where are the creative artists? aren't we better than the mariah/emimem feud, or the next spider man flick? who is there who can write a song or make a movie that will blow us away? once, i walked into a library with pinko, and saw a fellini film that i will never forget. masina walked, smiling, with sadness in her eyes, and to this day, it hasn't been equalled for me. that movie was made over 50 years ago.

it's laying down. it may not be dead, but it sure is hard to find the pulse sometimes, ain't it?

and the arts aren't the only thing dying. this world of ours is on life support. if we were disinterested, we would likely pull the plug, but when you are playing the game, one hates to concede defeat.

well, it's the 9th inning, folks.

and the pitcher is up next.