Well I just got done with John Didion’s new book, about the death of her husband and the illness of her daughter, and then I ran across this factoid in a Doris Grumbach book I’m starting, and it makes me think I should probably get off may ass and do something with my life.
Oh Oscar was a mess who’s only true talent was to invent epigrams then show up at the right parties and say them out loud to maintain his reputation for wit and sophistication. His very few plays were witty but anything he tried to acheive poignancy with was lame. De Profundis indeed.
If you want to talk about accomplishment by people who died younger than you
Maaannnnyyyy people were dead by the time they were my age, your age, whatever. Accomplished or not, they’re all d.e.a.d.
Comparison is the cold, wet willie that you let society smoosh in your ear. Or any other (and better) analogy you can use to tell society to mind it’s own damn business.
Campari however (according to The Webtender) is a bitter Italian aperitif used in (at least) 38 drinks: A Goodnight Kiss, Americano, Bahamas Rum Punch, Bloody Brit, Blue Edisonian, Brioni, Campari Beer, Campari Milkshake, Campari Orange, Captain’s Table, Coco’s Cocktail, Combustible Edison, Copper Cocktail, Dirty Dick’s Downfall, Hashi Bashi, Italian Sunrise, Jasmine, Joy Ride, Malaria Killer, Massacre, Maèek, Meiner, Nalgaa, Negroni, Negroni – Zimbabwe Style, North Polar, Novebuche, Petticoat Lane, Pink Gin Tonic, Red nail, Rheingold, Rosita, Sancho Panza, Silverado, Suicide #1, Tampico, The Miki, Wedding Anniversary
get it? “comparison” …”campari”? work with me here
You’re full of cheer this morning.
Well I just got done with John Didion’s new book, about the death of her husband and the illness of her daughter, and then I ran across this factoid in a Doris Grumbach book I’m starting, and it makes me think I should probably get off may ass and do something with my life.
“…I should probably get off may ass and do something with my life.”
Now to me, THAT is a sobering thought. I read those words and society’s insidious whispers return. It felt like a death sentence.
crap. Whisperings, not whispers.
Yipes! Please do not go to jail, ok? Even if it sounds hot.
“My aphorist has a first name/It’s O-S-C-A-R…”
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the movie stars lying next to us in the gutter.”
Dead, and ex-con, and an impoverished exile in Paris.
And misquoted.
Yes but your not Osacar Wilde, so deal 😉
Now thats a positive concept I mirror
Well that “something” I’m thinking of is winning a pie eating contest. So don’t fret too much at my moroseness –
At least now I can stop wondering if I should try the Catholic priesthood.
Oscar Schmoscar
Oh Oscar was a mess who’s only true talent was to invent epigrams then show up at the right parties and say them out loud to maintain his reputation for wit and sophistication. His very few plays were witty but anything he tried to acheive poignancy with was lame. De Profundis indeed.
If you want to talk about accomplishment by people who died younger than you
Gershwin
Van Gogh
Lord Byron
Mozart
Dylan thomas
There that oughtta cheer you up.
Pass the scotch.
what can we learn from this?
It wasn’t the lifestyle, it was the prison.
Even in death, Wilde is prolific.
a few years of hard labor and malnutrition will do that to ya.
when you were your age you were awesome. or something like that.
you’re obviously not fucking the right people
i have tried the catholic priesthood and, even to a jew, they were delicious.
oh, and can’t you still try for deacon or organist? they’re all homos too, aren’t they?
When Toulouse Lautrec was my age, he too was dead.
(did my Grade 6 art project on him – just about everyone else chose Van Gogh or Rembrandt (do the math – I lived in a town called Kemptville)).
Maaannnnyyyy people were dead by the time they were my age, your age, whatever. Accomplished or not, they’re all d.e.a.d.
Comparison is the cold, wet willie that you let society smoosh in your ear. Or any other (and better) analogy you can use to tell society to mind it’s own damn business.
Campari however (according to The Webtender) is a bitter Italian aperitif used in (at least) 38 drinks: A Goodnight Kiss, Americano, Bahamas Rum Punch, Bloody Brit, Blue Edisonian, Brioni, Campari Beer, Campari Milkshake, Campari Orange, Captain’s Table, Coco’s Cocktail, Combustible Edison, Copper Cocktail, Dirty Dick’s Downfall, Hashi Bashi, Italian Sunrise, Jasmine, Joy Ride, Malaria Killer, Massacre, Maèek, Meiner, Nalgaa, Negroni, Negroni – Zimbabwe Style, North Polar, Novebuche, Petticoat Lane, Pink Gin Tonic, Red nail, Rheingold, Rosita, Sancho Panza, Silverado, Suicide #1, Tampico, The Miki, Wedding Anniversary
get it? “comparison” …”campari”? work with me here
oh, and…
Ray Kroc started McDonald’s when he was 52.
Colonel Sanders started Kentucky Fried Chicken when he was 65.
Albert Schweitzer founded his hospital around the age of 50.
Lech Walesa was elected president of his worker’s union at age 47.
Bill W. founded AA when he was 43 after years of alcoholism.
Frank Lloyd Wright designed the Guggenheim Museum when he was 80.
Henri Rousseau started painting when he was 40.
Grandma Moses started painting when she was 78.
For every Wilde or Mozart there are hundreds of others of these examples.
I’m just sayin’.
I like you more than Oscar Wilde.
and it makes me think I should probably get off may ass and do something with my life.
Funny, I thought you already had. Or were.
As contrasted with my low-impact geeky little existance, of course. I am less ambitious than most, though.
I think I’ll go have some microwave popcorn and watch TV.