>Of course the original statement plus attacks on non-Japanese Haiku are the acts of an agent provocateur looking for a fight.<
Ken, this agent provocateur character, is that me? In which case, I'd
like to know who my bosses are, because they owe me years of back pay.
2008/10/13 Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]>:
> Judy Prince wrote:
>> Agreed, completely.
>> Stand-up, Barry? Surely you jest.
>>> More "hooks" available than ever before--why not use them. Which
>>> me of the border between stand-up comedy and performance art, along which
>>> I've been
>>> known to walk.
>>> Barry Alpert
> Of course the original statement plus attacks on non-Japanese Haiku are the
> acts of an agent provocateur looking for a fight. Maybe they are themselves
> a form of performance art. That said, Barry's comments are provocative
> because of the weird line here that I gather David Antin also walks or
> walked: when are you performing and when are you doing stand-up Something?
> I had the experience--for it was that--yesterday of viewing (finally) an
> extremely odd documentary film called The Aristocrats. Few people will
> admit to knowing the film or the joke itself. In one version or another it
> probably is the dirtiest story ever told. For myself, an old friend of mine
> told me ONE version of The Aristocrats back in 1962. It was tame compared
> to the joke as it's evolved over the years. Nevertheless, I'm not sure how
> I got home. Stand-up *and* performance art...both, I suppose. The dancer
> and the dance? I can't tell a joke to save myself but yesterday I heard/saw
> the joke told AS a joke and then, via other performers, as performance art.
> I was particularly entranced by Sarah Silverman, an exquisitely beautiful
> young lady with a potty mouth that beggars description unless you quote her,
> which I will not. She was reclining on a couch or loveseat like a Goya
> Maja--the posture was certainly not like Gilbert Gottfried's classic
> schtick-worthy foul but riotous delivery at the Friar's Club. Silverman was
> playing instead of just telling a dirty joke. She said the joke was about
> her and her family. "We ARE The Aristocrats." It ended with her whispering
> of an encounter with an old-time radio broadcaster, Joe Franklin, concluding
> with "And then he raped me." She went about as far from the original story
> as you could go--the one requirement for the story is to end with the words
> "The Aristocrats!" Instead her ending was both absurd and truly grotesque.
> So you tell me: when to schtick turn into performance art or shall the twain
> never meet?
> Ken Wolman http://bestiaire.typepad.com
> "I have been watching you; you were there, unconcerned perhaps, but with a
> strange distraught air of someone forever expecting a great misfortune, in
> sunlight, in a beautiful garden."--Maurice Maeterlinck, Pelleas et Melisande
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