Sunday, December 14, 2014

I didn't mean it! I didn't!




I was only trying to find some documentary footage of my favorite poet of all time (smirk). Honest! And I couldn't find ANYTHING except still pictures, all black-and-white, with the overblown oboe of his windy recitations playing in the background. Makes me feel he lived in a black-and-white world, perhaps blowing invisibly from pub to pub as his poems boomed over the loudspeaker at the Wretch and Parrot.

Then I found this, and my God. I don't know who does these things, but they are both a fascination and a punishment. It's not highway robbery if I steal six seconds of it, is it? A rooking girl who stole me for her side.

3 comments:

  1. Dead ringer for an editor I knew who had a nervous tic of squeaking, like Dustin Hoffman did with Anne Bancroft in The Graduate.

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  2. Gee, I just watched that again. Couldn't believe how baby-faced Hoffman was. In fact, he was in his early 30s and he and Bancroft were only a few years apart. She was the standout in that movie.

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