Laurence Ferlingetti in some of his moods.  Old Whitman. Some of  Vachel Lindsay ("Bryan, Bryan, Bryan"). Odd poems by people you wouldn't expect. William Carlos Willams was a short, precise writer, but you can't beat the anti-nativist, self-disgusted rant of "To Else." ("The pure products of America/ Go crazy . . . ")

Isn't it  "Issa"?

Orwell's _The Road To Wigan Pier_ addresses this argument, too. Why do the poor buy tea, rather than real food? "Because tea is cheaper. It fills a body up. When you have to go out to work, it really makes you feel like working. And tea can keep you going when there's no food in the house." I feel that many of these…

Very Ray Bradbury.

"Out of college/ Money spent/ See no future/ Pay no rent/ All the money's gone/ Nowhere to go."

Well-wrought words are more precious than gold.

Please elaborate.

I had it often in my childhood. Fairly late — mid 70s — I brought a canned chicken to the Pennsic War. I thought it would cook on a spit. It didn't.

Cabaret Voltaire, with the original Dadaist performances. I'm a glutton for punishment.

The _original_, not "Disney's Doug."

The American dub of "Dangermouse."

Could some of them be shown at SF conventions?

"He can do anything!
In his world, he's a king!"

"The Golden City"!

Also the special with Noel Coward and Mary Martin. Sublime.

There's a late-series episode of "The Mary Tyler Moore Show," I think one of the Teddy Awards, which has the character Georgette singing and dancing in "Steam Heat." They won't release it because of the music rights. (Sigh.) Well, maybe it's at Paley . . .

Heavenly shades of night are falling.

Somewhere some villain schemes —
But he's out of luck!
Here comes . . .

And used again for the intro for "Scooby Doo."

Because it's money laundering! (ta-da-dump)