O Hangout, My Hangout
August 15, 2008 2:21 PM   Subscribe

The vault at Pfaffs where the drinkers and laughers meet to eat and drink and carouse
While on the walk immediately overhead pass the myriad feet of Broadway
As the dead in their graves are underfoot hidden
And the living pass over them, recking not of them,
Laugh on laughers! Drink on drinkers!

posted by Miko (9 comments total) 10 users marked this as a favorite

 
Ghoul infestation - I suggest flamethrowers.
posted by Artw at 2:56 PM on August 15, 2008


Starving artists - why they were having a sale of lovely oil paintings at a nearby highway hotel in my town just last week...
posted by GuyZero at 3:06 PM on August 15, 2008


ahh whitman. my favorite.
posted by Ironmouth at 3:27 PM on August 15, 2008


why they were having a sale of lovely oil paintings at a nearby highway hotel in my town just last week...

Again, flamethrowers.
posted by Artw at 3:50 PM on August 15, 2008 [1 favorite]


O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
Can you pick up our tab? for cash, I have brought none.

(Thanks for this, Miko!)
posted by steef at 3:57 PM on August 15, 2008


So, for the record I wasn't trying to poop int he comment, I just found it funny (inside joke of 1) how far the phrase "starving artists" has fallen. These bohemians both starved and were real artists, but not so much starving or artistic talent these days.
posted by GuyZero at 4:25 PM on August 15, 2008


"Ada Clare died...at age 38, after being bitten by a rabid dog." Wow.

One of the links said that building had recently been renovated.
Is it too much to ask what they found in the basement!?

I love this post.
posted by punkbitch at 5:03 PM on August 15, 2008


So, for the record I wasn't trying to poop int he comment, I just found it funny (inside joke of 1) how far the phrase "starving artists" has fallen. These bohemians both starved and were real artists, but not so much starving or artistic talent these days.

Well, there are people who are both starving and artists, but I know what you're getting at. Coincidentally, I was reading this today (a preface to Rameau's Nephew):

Being young and penniless in Paris during the 19th and 20th century, in the city of the poor painters and the starving artists, was the subject of a whole mythology. In the 18th century, however, bohemian retained its original meaning: wanderer, gypsy.

posted by ersatz at 6:18 PM on August 15, 2008


Aah, those were the days! New York now? A sad, pale shadow of its former self.

/half-joke
posted by flapjax at midnite at 6:46 PM on August 15, 2008


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