I loved Mad Magazine as a kid. Seeing doggerel from Mad juxtaposed with the timeless brilliance of ShakespeareтАЩs sonnet just struck me as a juvenile deflection from the point of Douglas MurrayтАЩs piece. You accuse me, wrongly, of no sense of humor; IтАЩll accuse you of lacking depth - which may or may not be true, based similarly on slim evidence. Fair enough? ;)
Yeah, but "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" can also be stated "mimicry is the sincerest form of flattery" and juxtaposition by mimicry can be a very effective tweak of humor with an undertone of agreement and honor. I too tend to use humor when things get heavy and emotional. I think it comes from growing up with heroes like John Wayne and Clint Eastwood; I can appreciate the depth and pathos of a brilliant gay man like Douglas Murray, but I need my emotions expressed with a serving of bravado. (hope I didn't completely misread Lonesome myself)
Ah, Mad Magazine - source of many a summer afternoon's diversions, under a cloudless sky, usually sitting up in a neighbor's mulberry tree. So much of my youth was lost in reverie brought on by Mad.
MAD Magazine -- What Me Worry? How can we forget that fixture of postwar adolescence? And such clever satires, with multiple levels that even my parents found funny. No generation gap then.
That is beautiful quote, Reuben, thanks for placing it here... very fitting.
That is wonderful....thank you!
The still small voice (1 Kings 19)
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Thank you for that, too.
I memorized this poem in the late 50's. It is from the great literary giant, "Mad Magazine"
"I think that I shall never hear
A poem lovelier than beer.
The brew that JoeтАЩs Bar has on tap,
With golden base and snowy cap.
And there IтАЩll sit and drink all day
Until my memтАЩry floats away.
Poems are made by fools, I fear
But only Schlitz** can make a beer."
Every time I read it or recite it, it brings a tear to my eye.
You can thank me later.
I have a special place in my heart for Mad MagтАЩs тАШSpy vs SpyтАЩтАж
Yes it was literature and yes it was great..
Irreverence at its finest.
Thanks for jogging my memory, Lonesome.
My brother just sent me pix of the spy vs. spy cartoons. They were a great commentary on the extant insanity of the early cold war.
I loved the mob illustrations by the artist named Woods. They were like the where's Waldo illustrations.
Thank you for taking us from the sublime to the juvenile.
No sense of humor, eh?
Remember sublime is in the eye of the beholder so is juvenile.
I loved Mad Magazine as a kid. Seeing doggerel from Mad juxtaposed with the timeless brilliance of ShakespeareтАЩs sonnet just struck me as a juvenile deflection from the point of Douglas MurrayтАЩs piece. You accuse me, wrongly, of no sense of humor; IтАЩll accuse you of lacking depth - which may or may not be true, based similarly on slim evidence. Fair enough? ;)
Yeah, but "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" can also be stated "mimicry is the sincerest form of flattery" and juxtaposition by mimicry can be a very effective tweak of humor with an undertone of agreement and honor. I too tend to use humor when things get heavy and emotional. I think it comes from growing up with heroes like John Wayne and Clint Eastwood; I can appreciate the depth and pathos of a brilliant gay man like Douglas Murray, but I need my emotions expressed with a serving of bravado. (hope I didn't completely misread Lonesome myself)
Well, form your original post, you sure sounded like you had no sense of humor.
You are vry welcome. I've got more if you want them. :)
Aristophanes did the same thing. It works here, too.
I LOVED Mad Magazine!
Me too.
Another which always chokes me up is from JimCroce:
"It was early last September
As near as I can remember
While strolling down a lane in tipsy pride
Not a word did I utter
As I lay down in the gutter
And this pig came up and lay there by my side
Not a soul was I disturbing
As I lay there by the curbing
When this high toned lady come
And I heard her say
You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses
And the pig got up and slowly walked away."
I have to stop. This has taken too much of an emotional toll on me.
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I never judge a pig by its cover.
Ah, Mad Magazine - source of many a summer afternoon's diversions, under a cloudless sky, usually sitting up in a neighbor's mulberry tree. So much of my youth was lost in reverie brought on by Mad.
Thanks!
MAD Magazine -- What Me Worry? How can we forget that fixture of postwar adolescence? And such clever satires, with multiple levels that even my parents found funny. No generation gap then.
Ah, another sensitive person who like me enjoys, no worships great literature.
Thank you my friend.
I have to go now. This is the time of day where I spend it deep thought and meditation.
Peace be with you.
And effective. I'm off to buy some beers.
And thank you, too!