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“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.”
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
Gerard Van der Leun
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Phil Hartman was amazing. So goddamn funny. And what a lesson he bestowed. Don’t marry crazy.
I had their John Travolta “Deloox” Toupee.
This guy gotta line on a mattress deal?
Funny! But not as good as this *real-life car dealer*’s “joke” commercial (NSFW):
https://youtu.be/vh3Di3LY6Ns
So it aint just in my town then. Interesting. We had one that went out of business for at least 10 years. Laughed my ass off. Thanks Mr. V.
Blast from the past but still funny (and SFW): Crazy Eddie’s Bathroom Doo-Wop commercial:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_dl2tsuUtc&ab_channel=TheNotoriousWineGuy
loved “Almost Live” all those years ago. Mike needs to dust off the writers pen today and get that comedy going for the 2020’s Seattle, such a target rich environment.
Skorpion,
Is Ralph Williams still in business? I’d buy a car from him. At least he’s honest. 😁
Tom, that cat’s name is Pat Cashman but I don’t blame you for thinking of Phil Hartman. Speaking of that dude, I sure do miss him!
Pat Cashman, my favorite home town comedian from Almost Live. I love watching old clips, especially when he did parodies of “Unsolved Mysteries.” I think that rug place is still down on First Ave across from the pergola.
Dang. Fooled me! This guy looks just like Hartman and delivered such a Hartman-like melt down… staid and diplomatic and then building up and up to psychotic frenzy. Great stuff. I’ll check out Cashman.