This one, to me at least, is exquisite.
I have in the past shared with you “Top-Of-The-Line”
offerings of music, writing, musical writing and peak performances that
shivered my timbers and reminded me of the human capacity to excel.
Today, it’s a cartoon.
I saw this cartoon, amongst the dozen or so published weekly
in every issue of The New Yorker. Like Elaine on Seinfeld, I find some New
Yorker cartoons unfunnily obtuse.
Others I intellectually appreciate.
Still others, I laugh uncontrollably out loud at and then show them to
my wife.
This one knocked me ‘round the bend and back where I
started. (A turn of phrase I contrived
specifically for this occasion.)
My initial reaction was followed immediately by
“Who thought of
this?” I wondered, in dumbstruck awe and boundless admiration.
“What kind of brain
did this emerge from?”
Everything I make up comes from somewhere.
“Where, exactly, did this
come from?”
And can we hope for more
from that sublime place in the future?
Ladies and gentlemen,
Presenting, for your enjoyment and, unless I’m alone about
this, delight…
A New Yorker cartoon
that simply knocked me on my ass.
4 comments:
Nothing.
Can't quite put my finger on it but I think I have seen this cartoon recently.
I didn't get it on September 9 and I still don't get it.
Zero does sum it up for me!
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