Archive for August, 2015

Gary Marinoff


29 Aug

———–

———–

I had known you for a few years in our activist/political circles prior to seeing you perform, and boy, I couldn’t predict your set. As someone who’s rarely surprised, I was immensely impressed by how you – this sweet, endlessly optimistic man – could be so goddamn dirty and politically incorrect in your performance. I loved it immediately.

 

You were gone too soon, but I bet you’re getting a kick out of all of us who are going to screen old episodes of 30 Rock just to catch a glimpse of you, all of us who spent the last few days reminiscing on our favorite “Gawwy” stories. I know you and I never shared a drink (we had different ways of dealing with the world, and you were probably right in your approach), but my next one is going to be for you. Hope you’re kicking it with RFK somewhere in the ether, waiting to talk to Carter…

 

Hope you knew how much you were loved.

Rest well, Gary. We’ll meet again.

———–

http://obits.dignitymemorial.com/dignity-memorial/obituary.aspx?n=Gary-Marinoff&lc=2777&pid=175653998&mid=6569994

———–

a little love in it…


16 Aug

—————

—————

letters

 

Donald Trumbo used to write in the bath
full texts, screenplays, addendum notes, letters
oh, nobody writes letters anymore
I wish we did though
I wish a lot of things
I conjure lines, battle bars, fleeting ideas, in the shower
I forget them before I dry off
in fact, forget them immediately following
thoughts of you, and my hand creeps southward
I miss you
and I miss letters
and true rebellion
principles over prices
poets have become paupers
the playwrights have pawned off their typewriters and passions
to a quickly self-forgetting history
I miss you
and I think that I’ll write you a letter soon
composed in wet rhapsody
on a water-damaged moveable table of thin oak
attached to the sides of my bathtub

—————

The End of Zen


06 Aug

————-

————–

Tonight, at 11pm EST, I will be turning off the FOX News GOP Primary Debate, changing my expression that for the past two hours had been oscillating between horror and some sort of demented watching-a-car-crash-in-slow-motion hypnosis to one of wistful mourning and surrender at the loss of seeing Jon Stewart, whom I’ve watching for the past 17 years since the time I was a sensitive pre-radical preteen four nights a week (most weeks), leave my late-night television screen. So long, Jon. Hope you get to leave New Jersey for long enough in the future to interview me when my book comes out.

————–

Jack Tsoy Tumult

Morose Pontifications and Other Poetic Ramblings


Copyright © 2010 - 2017 jacktumult.com All Rights Reserved.