2.27.15

Leonard Nimoy passed today, at 83. His cultural contributions are undeniable, but I was surprised to hear he was also a writer and performer of spoken word and poetry, in addition to involvement in photography, music, directing, and other performance-related but non-acting roles. (Just go read his wikipedia entry, there is so much I didn't know. He could speak Yiddish! Two autobiographies! What a talented man)



Here is his poetry page, with examples. Perhaps not what I would pick off the shelf to read ordinarily, but we can read it for his memory.



Chambers Street



I got the stick. Who’s got the ball
The tar is hot and sticky.

Buck, buck against the wall
Go yell for Joe and Dicky

Hey kids, get away from the car.

Mary’s white comin’ out the door
Communion at St. Joe’s

Pick the dice up off the floor
Tell ‘em chinky shows

Here comes a pair of penguins
They’ll rap your knuckles hard

You wanna try and duke it out
Let’s go down by the yard

Charlie’s river’s dirty now
Can’t swim there. Out of luck.

First is the pole, the car is third
Get chips from the iceman’s truck

Hey kids, get away from the car!

Run and hide from the crazy guy
Dressed in robe of black

Tied with rope, shouting loud
What’s sitting in his sack ?

We never finished summer then
It sort of slipped away.

The worry on the young one’s mind
Was what are we gonna play?

Hey kids. Get away from the car !!

Of course this reminds me of a Trek episode, A Piece of the Action. "A flivver, sir"