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I did that bit so many times, Man,
Vegas, Frisco, and the Jewish Alps.
Christ, it could have been Timbuktu,
 Jersey, or Idaho for all I knew
I couldn't give a rat's ass about
as long as they knew it was someone else
when I played to the back of the room
and alchemized puissance into pissants.

I'd do something blue when I was dying
even with blue haired church ladies present
so everyone knew there wasn't a God
until I brought the house down again,
but all that remains is improv now
for a no name nurse on the graveyard shift
and dude in the next bed biding his time
with another big hand for George Carlin.

d. June 22, 2008

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greenmountaineergreenmountaineerabout 13 years agoAuthor
Reply to comments about "Jewish Alps"

When I researched the Catskill resorts for the poem, a Wikipedia article indicated that many comics who appeared there facetiously called them the "Jewish Alps." While I don't know Carlin ever used the term, he grew up in the Bronx section of New York City not far from the Catskills, and he certainly was facetious.

My apologies if anyone was offended by the term. That wasn't my intention. With the benefit of feedback and hindsight, I would have chosen a different term or location.

twelveoonetwelveooneabout 13 years ago
Your killin' me

ha, ha, ha, I'm dyin' ya know

what kind of shit did I get into?

I would can the Jewish Alps,

to far gone for ref.

BTW 159

more my loss than yours

vrosej10vrosej10about 13 years ago
This poem bothers me

And I am not sure why. I normally loved your stuff but I kept getting the feeling I was being cut off half way through thoughts. This might just be me though.

AngelineAngelineabout 13 years ago
There's a lot of bitterness and cynicism

in this poem and it paints a rather disturbing picture of some kind of world weariness, but the main thing is that that moves me as a reader and that is good. I assume you mean Catskills by Jewish Alps and not sure why you'd want a metaphor for it. To show it's the top tier of playing for Jews? Catskills is such a rich, image laden word for me but that's my perspective. Improv is a good metaphor in this piece, too. It's used to great effect.

GuiltyPleasureGuiltyPleasureabout 13 years ago
The unfunny....

.....life of comedians. Nicely done.

Line 5 - first verse could end with "rat's ass" - the "about" is redundent, perhaps an oversight.

Love the final lines of verse 1.

Tess + 5

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