[dep]

that's all that's around at present.

[Martin Tell]

Swimming to Cambodia?

[South40]

[Petronski]

He sure had everything going for him. Depression kills.

[anniegetyourgun]

The mob? ; }

[P.O.E.]

Poor Spalding.

In memoriam, I'd like to submit this old Genesis song:

Harold The Barrel

News:

A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner disappeared
early this morning.
Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat,
suitably camouflaged,
they saw him catch a train.


Man-in-the-street:

"Father of three its disgusting"
"Such a horrible thing to do"
Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all
for tea
"Can't go far", "He can't go far".
"Hasn't got a leg to stand on"
"He can't go far".


Man-on-the-spot:

I'm standing in a doorway on the main square
tension is mounting
There's a restless crowd of angry people


Man-on-the-council:

"More than we've ever seen.
- had to tighten up security"

Over to the scene at the town hall
The Lord Mayor's ready to speak


Lord Mayor:

"Man of suspicion, you can't last long, the British Public
is on our side"


British Public:

"Can't last long", "You can't last long".
"Said you couldn't trust him, his brother was just the same"
"You can't last long".


Harold:

If I was many miles from here,
I'd be sailing in an open boat on the sea
Instead I'm on this window ledge,
With the whole world below
Up at the window
Look at the window...


Mr.Plod:
"We can help you"

Plod's Chorus:
"We can help you"

Mr. Plod:
"We're all your friends, if you come on down
and talk to us son"


Harold:
You must be joking
Take a running jump

The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold
getting weaker;
Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side
Fearing the very worst
They called his mother to the sight
Upon the ledge beside him
His mother made a last request.


67-yr-old Mrs Barrel:
"Come off the ledge if your father were alive he'd be very,
very, very upset.
"Just can't jump, you just can't jump"
"Your shirt's all dirty, there's a man here from
the B.B.C."
"You just can't jump"


Mr. Plod:
"We can help you"

Plod's Chorus:
"We can help you"

Mr. Plod:
"We're all your friends, if you come on down
and talk to us Harry"


Harold:
You must be joking.
Take a running jump......

[Born Conservative]

WHAT is a monologist?

[Nonstatist]

what is a monologist?

[Rodney King]

1. Who is Spalding Grey?
2. What is a monologist?

[stands2reason]

OMG. I'm shocked....

[Dinsdale]

He was the worlds master ranter.

[isthisnickcool]

Bummer. I liked the stuff he did.

[woofie]

RIP

[Barnacle]

This is sad news. I thought he was an intelligent and entertaining guy.

The East River seems a strange place to wind up if he did indeed leap from Staten Island Ferry.

May he rest in peace.

[tallhappy]

He was Swimming to Cambodia.

Didn't make it.

[tallhappy]

Eerie - but that's another body of water.

[ILBBACH]

I saw him in Austin, TX a few years ago.

He was just another East Coast Lib, but he had great talent which I enjoyed anyway.

Sad...

[Richard Kimball]

WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

[RightWingAtheist]

Mr.Gray's death is sad enough, but the torment his friends and family must be going through must be absolutely unbearable. If any of Mr.Gray's family or friends are reading this: our hearts are with you.

[fieldmarshaldj]

What a shame, may he rest in peace. Prayers for his family.

[Objective Reality]

This was not unexpected, but personally quite saddening for me. Spalding Gray was a storyteller in the tradition of Mark Twain, and an unrivaled talent of his age. He made the silliest and most mundane life experiences - seeking various therapies for an eye condition, for example - absolutely riveting and always hilarious.

My all-time favorite segment of any of his works was from "Monster In A Box," when he detailed how he got caught up in some stupid group of C-list celebrities and political hacks in a sojourn to Nicaragua during the Sandinista period. He recounted how the aging hippies surrounding him were refered to as "Sandal-istas" by their hosts, because they were essentially communist, and because of their Birkenstocks. The trip descended into absolute hell when a schizophrenic in their midst had a psychological meltdown, wondering if he'd just been put on trial for being a "counter-revolutionary." My sides hurt for days afterwards.

God rest a troubled soul. God forgive him.