Dec. 28, 2012
No one has time for the dying.
And they don't have time for us either.
Our lunch dates and appointments,
their fitful sleeps and crusted eyes.
Students circling in a parking lot
down the road certainly don't have time.
First period coming too soon will scatter
clumps of flirtation.
Moms in fitness garb
with grocery lists and car pool numbers
stuck to refrigerators,
have too many of the living to pick up, drop off.
At the end we bore the dying,
our teary smiles, pitiful offerings.
Frank said, "If I could only get back
to my desk, back to work,"
and closed his eyes. Last line.
What a surprise to learn
the greatest pleasure of life was
all that daily labor.
It's the birthday of humorist Sam Levenson (books by this author), born in New York City (1911). While starting out doing stand-up comedy, instead of telling jokes, he told humorous stories about his childhood in New York City. He said that there was a lot of folk humor about growing up in the country, and he wanted to be the folk humorist of the city. Within a few years, he was appearing on The Ed Sullivan Show, and by 1951, he had a show of his own. But he eventually gave up on television and wrote several books of humorous essays, including In One Era and Out the Other (1973) and You Don't Have to Be in Who's Who to Know What's What (1979).
Sam Levenson said, "Lead us not into temptation. Just tell us where it is; we'll find it."
It's the birthday of the novelist Simon Raven (books by this author), born in London (1927). He was a free thinker and a libertine who had planned to become a literature professor, but he said, "I very soon concluded that nothing would induce me to read, let alone make notes on, hundreds and hundreds of very, very, very boring books." Raven turned to writing fiction instead.
He's best known for his 10-volume series of novels about the British upper class, called Alms for Oblivion, the first volume of which was published in 1964.
He said: "I've always written for a small audience consisting of people like myself, who are well-educated, worldly, skeptical and snobbish (meaning that they rank good taste over bad). And who believe that nothing and nobody is special."
It's the birthday of comic book writer Stan Lee (books by this author), born Stanley Martin Lieber in New York City (1922). He spent most of his childhood watching Errol Flynn movies and reading boys' adventure stories. He decided to be a writer at an early age, and won a writing contest sponsored by the New York Herald Tribune three weeks in a row.
He got a job just out of high school as a gofer for a publishing company called Timley Publications, which put out comic books. At first he got people coffee, swept floors, and ran errands, but eventually he began to proofread, and then write the occasional script, because he said, "I knew the difference between a declarative sentence and a baseball bat."
When he began to write scripts regularly, he chose to write under a pseudonym. He said, "I felt that those simple little comic books weren't important enough to deserve my real name. I was saving that for the Great American novel that I hoped to write one day. So I just cut my first name [Stanley] in half and called myself 'Stan Lee.'"
Lee was just 18 years old when the editor of the publishing house quit, and he got the job as head editor and writer. It was supposed to be temporary, but he wound up staying for more than 30 years.
At first, Lee wrote comic books without taking them very seriously. He said: "I was the ultimate hack. I was probably the hackiest hack that ever lived. I wrote whatever they told me to write the way they told me to write it. It didn't matter: War stories, crime, Westerns, horror, humor; I wrote everything."
But in the 1960s, Stan Lee began to regret all the time he'd spent writing mindless entertainment. At parties, he was embarrassed to admit that he wrote for comic books. He told his wife that he was fed up and he was going to quit. She suggested that if he had nothing to lose, he should try creating a comic book he could be proud of, since it wouldn't matter if he got fired anyway. He agreed, and decided that the most important thing lacking from comic books was complex characters. All the good guys were entirely good, and the bad guys entirely evil. Stan Lee said: "[I decided to create] the kind of characters I could personally relate to. They'd be flesh and blood ... they'd be fallible and feisty, and — most important of all — inside their colorful, costumed booties they'd still have feet of clay."
Instead of creating just one new comic book series, Lee created more than half a dozen, including The Fantastic Four, the Incredible Hulk, the X-Men, Thor, Daredevil, and Dr. Strange.
But his most successful character of all was The Amazing Spiderman, about an awkward teenager named Peter Parker who develops superpowers after being bitten by a radioactive spider. He was the first superhero to be filled with self-doubt, the first superhero to struggle with the question of whether he wanted to be a superhero. Stan Lee's boss hated the idea, but the first issue featuring Spiderman sold every copy that was printed, and Spiderman went on to become one of the most popular superheroes ever invented.
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