i used to make jokes of the sharply observant kind. i grew up doing it. it came, i think, from having noticed my mother's fierce intolerance of bacteria on tiled surfaces and all that lysol scent had an effect on me.
i would probably call them "bummer jokes" - tipping toward some unspeakable something, maybe foundational from every place of quiet or place of fear, which responds in some way to the need of the now moment. something you would never think fast enough to hold back before it got out. a way to gain an edge and facilitate structure-comprehension, a subject i think should be an educational requirement. not sociology, psychology, political science alone, but something bigger that teaches about structuring in general. "the mathematics of structure" so a person can begin to develop rational discern with all the crossweaving that goes on. continuously. one needs to work up a sweat doing daily structure-leaping exercises and construction chores and get them all done. because you never know where the dragnet falls next.
it wasnt kosher to joke about having creative block in the sculpture class, i was just doing my thing, but sheesh, they gave me such dirty looks! ok, admittedly, i hunched over like quasimodo and flapped bat wings when i said it, it's possible the largest share of communique' resulted from that
i stormed a dylan concert once, walked right in w/o a ticket because i had an american flag wrapped around me like a sari and so they must have thought i was in the show. if anybody had tried to stop me or especially put a hand on me including gate police, i would have screamed "hands off the flag you treasonous
fool!" and if that didnt work "rape of freedom!" even tho wearing the flag is actually illegal, not one cop even reached for me.
haha
i know i know but cmon my act was worth the price of the ticket
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Bwahahahahaha - brilliant piece of writing tipota and so funny (plus the video had me off the seat) - I have to know if it's true, especially about the Dylan concert - if so you are a brave and mad superstar yourself. And the quasimodo, bat wing thing - hahahaha - maybe the other students were just trying to get on with their work and didn't appreciate your show!
ya i did it - but with two others alongside, we'd been shooting a movie, they were dressed in police uniforms, haha, i suppose that's something i should have said.
they were standing around wondering what to do with the big lumps of clay on the pedestals, and struggling with the thing i was trying to joke about hence the reference to don rickles hahahaha
haha - yeah, the police officer outfits may have had something to do with it ;) Sometimes 'real' stories are definitely improved with the omission of key details. Yours is a great story.
Made me smile, tipota... I can just picture that sculpture class!
The tension building in that room as Don Rickles 'joking' seemed to cross a line into the inappropriateness of all seriousness was palpable.
Creative block in the sculpture class! hahahaha :)
Saw this on Gabe's blog too. *giggle giggle chortle*
thanx don, the high ceiling type studio, with frosted glass rising overhead- everything is really dusty and gray/tan in color, pedestals with armatures scattered across the room, giant claybins like big crates of mud....and the students there trying to find a way to work it out, reverently i might add
haha bird, you saw the funny in that angle! so do i haha :)
it was actually serendipity that had this find it's way to gabe's blog, thanks, it was really fun to have the exposure there
I just wish I had been there to applaud!
hello stafford ray! haha i did get some applause going thru the hallway,
people thought it was 'performance art' which is was, in a way. but mostly it was a way to see dylan while broke with little beyond hope that it would get me into that concert hall - there was a section roped off in the front that had several empty seats where i slipped into after lolling around until the lights went down and then took a seat! it was boston in the 80's. and the show was unforgettably amazing
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