Tag Archives: comedy

Granny and Chaplin

  (Today is my grandmother May’s birthday, May-Day in my heart. Tomorrow is Sir Charlie Chaplin’s birthday, Fool’s-Play-Day in my heart. And so, in honor of these two wonderful and loving spirits) In times of hardship and heartache my grandmother … Continue reading

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Fools Rush In

To all those wise, beautiful fools who have brought the medicine of joy and laughter to life, I salute you:   Slapstick’s trinity, a monotheistic gag– Salvation’s last laugh.   Genius, in trespassing, has its necessary fools– Supreme gag order. … Continue reading

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Literacy

Survivors bible, How to Fall and Get Back Up– In slapstick we trust.      

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Narcissus: a Haiku Break-Up

It’s not really me, but more, well, I suppose you: nothing personal.

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Gag

At God’s green altar, a clown’s dignity restored– Gag order complete.

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Formula

Tragedy plus pie equals comedy’s soft touch– Suffer fools gladly.

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Dialing Monty Python

The bright side of life, long distance salvation plan– Calling all martyrs.

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Pie

Life is sad, gags help to alleviate tension– Enlightenment, fast.

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Marriage License

Their marriage a gag, crossing comedy with sex– her cross to bear, his?

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After Hours

Lenny Bruce, seated on a chipped wooden stool, cigarette dangling from his lips, slumping forward, shoulders slack. His mouth puckers, the cigarette jumps to attention, he draws in fiercely, then exhales a series of bluish halos that float and dissipate. … Continue reading

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