SUBJECT>Re: Buddy Hackett in Heaven POSTER>Hannah EMAIL>hrcraig@gmail.com DATE>1108879072 EMAILNOTICES>no IP_ADDRESS>dsl-198-144-43-33.city-net.com PASSWORD>aamfaEF9hh1V6 PREVIOUS>83610 NEXT> 83674 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

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I won’t say this works explicitly for me—I think there is something that is underexplained or underevaluated in the way that innocence and novelty are attached to the bygone era. It may be that way, a great deal, in popular culture…but I suppose the affect doesn’t always pan-out as smoothly for me. I.e., ok…even if I accept the somewhat monochrome Past, as it’s being performed, where’s the punchline? How do we get back to the moment of the poem, the moment of the now? Surely Lucy would give us a punchline?

Maybe I’m a dope—but there’s not enough here for it to work in the classically-Simon method of creating and imbuing relevance. Just a little flat on top, maybe?

-Hannah