Over at
NewCritics (which I've added to the ol' Blogroll, along with a link to the John Crowe Ransom MySpace page) I've posted
an appreciation -- a way of avoiding saying "a good long wallow in amateur humor-analysis" -- of a B. Kliban cartoon that nearly caused me to wet trou in that halcyon year 1975.
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My personal Zen koan is the one set in the back room of a Japanese restaurant with a package on the floor addressed to the place and the lid of the box opened up and a cat peeking out. Caption: "Cat entering second phase of elaborate plan to get sushi." It's the second phase that does it for me. Alas, can't come up with a link.
Another winner for the blogroll, Neddie. Especially when they have a post linking to Johnny Cash reciting "The Cremation of Sam McGee."
H. Rumbold, Master Barber
Hope you don't mind me plugging my blog - B. Kliban figured heavily into a post I wrote last May.
One Saturday at Tom's
I have good reason to beleve I was the last Kenyon student to meet Ransom. Went to his house a day before leaving for summer vac. '74. JC was dotty as a magpie, but very cordial and pleasant, neatly dressed in coat and tie. Mrs. R. sat with us and we mainly spoke about his garden. (I'd been tipped it was a favorite topic.)
As he spoke, though, the general nature of his observations about the sustaining nature he gained from the garden, gradually took on Very Heavy proportions. Mind you, I had just finished freshman year, but I left their house with a very real sense of having glimpsed the nature of an eternal something, and an autographed copy of his Selected Poems. He died about six weeks later.
"the elder of the two" = ... piss into it just a little on your bro's most recent entry.
Just today I was humming "Ninnies, Cretins, Feebs" to the tune of Cher's classic Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves. For some odd reason though, my favorite was always Brethren & Sistern.
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