BOOKS ARE FOR PUSSIES: LENNY BRUCE


...reading the last pages of "the essential lenny bruce"...
mother in law next to me reading the bible...when i was younger i would've enjoyed feeling a bit of rebelliousness from such a thing...not now...i'm too hung up on what a piece of trash i am...that's what telepaths at night really is, a fucking sewage system for my strange and forbidden thoughts to reside...like lenny bruce...dig...i was a little down on bios and autobios...you know born in such and such year...when i was five i picked my first flowr...at 15 i stared at a girl for the first time...zzzzz...but i've read some good shit lately...one on william burroughs, one by bhagavan das and one on lenny bruce...if you're thinking...and i know what you're thinking...your life is worthy of james...worthy of writing a bio...bullshit...you ain't got shit...but dig this...ladies and gentelmen (fuck a typo) lenny bruce...
By the way, are there any niggers here tonight?

(outraged whisper) "What did he say? 'Are there any niggers here tonight?' Christ! Is that cruel. Does he have to get that low for laughs? Wow! Have i ever talked about the schwarzes when the schwarzes had gone home? Or spoken about the Moulonjohns when they'd left? Or placated some Southerner by absence of voice when he ranted and raved about nigger nigger nigger?"

Are there any niggers here tonight? I know that one nigger who works here, i see him back there. Oh, there's two niggers, customers, and, ah, aha! Between those two niggers sits one kike-man, thank God for the kike! Uh, two kikes. That's two kikes, and three niggers, and one spic. One spic-two, three, spics. One mick. One mick, one spic, one hick, thick, funcky, spunky boogey. And there's another kike. Three kikes. Three kikes, one guinea, one greaseball. Three greaseballs, two guineas. Two guineas, one hunky funky lace curtain irish mick. That mick spic hunky funky boogey. Two guineas plus three greaseballs and four boogies makes usually three spics. Minus two Yid spic Polack funky spunky Polacks.

Auctioneer: five more niggers! Five more niggers!
Gambler: I pass with six niggers and eight micks and four spics.

The point? That the word's suppression gives it the power, the violence, the viciousness. If President Kennedy got on television and said, "Tonight i'd like to introduce the niggers in my cabinet," and he yelled "niggerniggerniggerniggerniggernigger" at every nigger he saw, "boogeyboogeyboogeyboogeyboogey, niggerniggerniggernigger" till nigger didn't mean anything any more, till nigger lost its meaning - you'd never make any 4 year old nigger cry when he came home from school. Screw "Negro!" Oh, it's so good to say, "Nigger!" Boy! "Hellow, Mr. Nigger, how're you?"
...woody allen, chris rock, bill hicks, george carlin, richard pryor...lenny blazed a fucking righteous trail for those dudes...guy was going to court every other week on obscenity charges...every other week for narcotics charges...in the end it wore a brother down...od'd at 41...murder, suicide, accident?...whatever it all ends in the same finish line...cocksucker dog fucker shithead shut the fuck up fuckface motherfucking dick licker see you where the sun don't shine ass kisser piss drinking son of a whore wash your fucking ass out with soap you piece of shit stick...and on and on until the break of dawn...ladies and gentlemen...lenny fucking bruce