A Snarl of Disappointment: Notes on the Death of Robin Williams
I don’t do re-blogs, but I’m making an exception here because this piece best reflects my thoughts and feelings about someone who was both very dear and distant to me.
Lets’ start with a short poem by Kingsley Amis, entitled “A Chromatic Passing-Note”:
“‘That slimy tune,’ I said, and got a laugh,
In the middle of old Franck’s D minor thing:
That dotted-rhythm clarinet motif.
Not always slimy. I thought, at fifteen
It went to show that real love was found
At the far end of the right country lane.
I thought that, like Keats and the rest of them,
Old Franck was giving me a preview of
The world, action in art, a paradigm.
Yes, I know better now, or different.
Not image: buffer only, syrup, crutch.
‘Slimy’ was a snarl of disappointment.”
Those of you who know me, or who have taken my classes at the DC Improv where I’ve been teaching improvisational comedy for the last 11 years, know how often I’ve snarled at Robin Williams. My cavils have more to do with how frequently he was…
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