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Sto caricando le informazioni... Egghead: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alonedi Bo Burnham
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. Hmmm. I honestly thought I was going to enjoy this more than I did. I enjoy Bo Burnham's comedy, and I'm well acquainted with the frequently dark nature of it, but this...well, he did credit George Carlin and Shel Silverstein in the end, and honestly, the book was exactly that: an amalgam of the two of them, with the occasional "Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey" thrown in on top. I never felt quite like the voices meshed into a single one, though, so I found myself skimming through to the ends of the poems, just to find out whether it was going to be a Silverstein or a Carlin. ( ) A ribald Seuss. Pseudo-Shel Silverstein. Silly snippets with no pretense or ambition except to elicit rolling eyes and chuckles. Written with the intensity and insight of a snarky adolescent scribbling on a bathroom wall. The poems are accompanied by simple line drawings. Sometimes inane and obscene, but recommended if you like funny poems. Bo Burnham es un humorista que comenzó su andadura grabando para Youtube en el ático de sus padres. Tiene un tipo de humor que a veces me encanta y iotras me deja diciendo "esto no, así no", pero en general me gusta. Aquí hay un número suyo entero. Además de ser monologuista ha escrito un libro de poesía, con un montón de poemas rarunos, entre los cuales hay incluso alguno bello. Mi favorita: Magic Les dejo mi selección por si no piensan coger este libro: Roses are grey, violets are a different shade of grey, let’s go chase cars! The Squares The Squares lived happily, in their square houses, in their square yards, in their square town. One day, a family of Circles moved in from the west. “Get out of here, roundies!” shouted one of the Squares. “Why?” asked one of the Circles. “Because this is a metaphor for racism!” Convenience I would do anything for you, if convenient. I would move a mountain for you if that mountain could be moved with a button or with a lever that wasn’t too cold to the touch. I would give you the moon if I could. You would love the moon. You would show it off to everyone and not give a fuck that you’ve now severely damaged our ecosystem by disrupting the tides. Maybe a nice look in the mirror is in order, Missy. Anteater, Blender, Butthole Anteater, blender, butthole: these words know what they’re doing. What does a blender do? Blend. What does an anteater do? Eat ants. What’s a butthole? A hole in your butt. Carpet, manslaughter, folklore. These words suck. What is a carpet? No idea. What is manslaughter? It’s actually slaughtering men or women. Misleading. What is folklore? A bunch of folk doing lore? What the fuck is lore? Absolute nonsense. We need more words like toothbrush. My Rabbit’s Foot I’ve got a rabbit’s foot and I feel lucky that I have it, but I still know that it must’ve come from one unlucky rabbit. Incomparable You’re incomparable like a… Shit. Like a… Touch Me Back “Touch me back,” you said, like a pirate talking to a masseuse. “Right away, Captain,” I replied, forgetting that you couldn’t hear that connection that I made in my head. Above and Below You little perfect thing, you. At once, I stand in awe and condescend, my puppy, my goddess. Sharks You’re afraid of sharks? Really? They don’t even have bones! They have cartilage. Are you afraid of ears too? Perfect I love you just the way you are but you don’t see you like I do. You shouldn’t try so hard to be perfect. Trust me, perfect should try to be you. Clowns Most people fear the evil clown, squeaking his big red nose in a dark barn. I fear the off-duty clown, out of his costume, impossible to spot, sitting next to me on a bus. Her Eyes Her eyes were like fire. They weren’t red or anything. Not particularly warm, either. They didn’t glow or “appear to glow,” whatever that means. But they had that same strange blend of familiar and miraculous— and they were always nice to look at after a long day of doing things. nessuna recensione | aggiungi una recensione
A strange and charming collection of hilariously absurd poetry, writing, and illustration from one of today's most popular young comedians ... EGGHEAD: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone Bo Burnham was a precocious teenager living in his parents' attic when he started posting material on YouTube. 100 million people viewed those videos, turning Bo into an online sensation with a huge and dedicated following. Bo taped his first of two Comedy Central specials four days after his 18th birthday, making him the youngest to do so in the channel's history. Now Bo is a rising star in the comedy world, revered for his utterly original and intelligent voice. And, he can SIIIIIIIIING! In EGGHEAD, Bo brings his brand of brainy, emotional comedy to the page in the form of off-kilter poems, thoughts, and more. Teaming up with his longtime friend, artist, and illustrator Chance Bone, Bo takes on everything from death to farts in this weird book that will make you think, laugh and think, "why did I just laugh?" Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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