SUBJECT>Re: Buddy Hackett in Heaven POSTER>Si mon EMAIL> DATE>1108998400 IP_ADDRESS>199.184.88.166 PREVIOUS>83612 NEXT> IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

H. -- I don't suppose you will rush to read my poem -- Buddy Hackett in Hell --

lucy is the punchline...

thanks for being you -- s.

: Simon-

: 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