Saw the movie "Joe Gould's Secret" last night (with Ian Holm as Joe), the homeless NY writer of "The Oral History of the World". There's a great scene in the movie where Joe and Joe Mitchell from the New Yorker magazine enter a Greenwhich Village poetry reading. When the proprietor sees Joe enter, he mutters in disgust something about Joe, "..only coming in for the food". A rather stodgy elderly woman is droning on with a reading as Joe is in the rear, back turned from the podium, scarfing up a storm at the snack table, mumbling disparaging remarks in between bites. Joe's running chatter grows more disruptive; pandemonium ensues as the proprietor and outraged patrons try to usher Joe out the door. Joe breaks free and runs to the front of the room. "I HAVE A POEM!" Things seem to quiet a bit, as people stare in disbelief....
In the winter
I'm a buddhist
In the summer
I'm a nudist!
(actual picture of Joe above)
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In the autumn
I'm Steven
In the spring
I'm Stephanie
Stephanie - on behalf of the late great Arthur Lee, I dedicate "Stephanie Knows" to you...if Steve and Arthur don't mind
...hey where's that tie and the Edith Piaf book (she's swinging a warm-up bat in the on-deck blog batting circle)?
- your pal
Phineas Fogg
Edith Piaf(batting in the eighth spot)just got hit by a foul ball.Steevo's el Jeep-o got stucko on Sat. El tie-o was in el truck-o.Hauled in for clutch job.(Not me.The Jeep.) Looking for ze Piaf boook.Will have el tie-o on Zaturday,dig? OUCH!! Charlotte Rampling just took one in the kneecap!!
I'm sending in Simone Signoret as a pinch runner...the pitchers are always distracted when she's on base.
- Fernandel
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