Oh, the slap-stick comedy
from the Brothers Marx
to the Stooges Three,
all along the Fields of W.C.
even to Laurel and Hardy.

Oh, the slap-stick comedy
from the Brothers Marx
to the Stooges Three,
all along the Fields of W.C.
even to Laurel and Hardy.

Calling upon that bastion of wit himself, Mr. G. K. Chesterton:
“I agree with the realistic Irishman who said he preferred to prophesy after the event.” – Illustrated London News, Oct. 7, 1916

To kick off this series, let’s start at the very beginning:
The beginning of eternity
The end of time and space
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.
I can’t believe it
I look out
At the leaves
They’re green again
And I bet
That when I look again
They’ll be colored
Then carmelized to brown
Until they’re gone
Then round and back again
Pacing, ever quicker
Quicker, I can’t believe it
Quicker, can I peer closer
Quicker, can I take in its beauty?
Quicker, until I stand
Against the glass
For an instant
I see the colors
But staring back
I see
not leaves but me
contrasted grey
Wit is often best served as a cocktail, quick and to the point.
XVI – TO AVITUS
Of the epigrams which you read here, some are good, some middling, many bad; a book, Avitus, cannot be made in any other way.