Word: bummed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Bum of the Month? Still unbeaten after 22 pro fights, Champion Clay actually tried to be kind to his beaten challenger. "He is a man, a real man," Cassius told newsmen afterward. He was more candid when a female admirer innocently asked: "What have you been doing tonight?" Replied Cassius: "Oh, beating up little boys...
Clay, who seems to get bigger and stronger each fight, may have to resurrect Joe Louis' "Bum of the Month" club, just to find somebody to fight. Maybe he already has, seeing as the next man in line is Ernie Terrell, the World Boxing Association "champion" -who has been providing for his future by practicing as a rock-'n'-roll singer...
...Icarus" by Stephen Saltonstall is a novel about a sorely put-upon young man. The Advocate limits itself to excerpts. The hero ricochets helplessly from one bum rap to another, in a "world we perceive too well." His mother suckles ciggies, his father strangles cats. All the absurdities of life pass before him after a bicycle spill knocks him out cold. Sometimes Saltonstall's descriptive passages relieve the self-consciousness of his story; more often they compound...
...play the poet. Since the poetic image was proletarian at the time (1934), Dylan promptly plunged into the slums of Soho and there tried terribly hard to be a roly-proley Marxist. Though he looked like a choirboy, he argued like a Bolshevik, dressed like a bum, drank like a culvert, smoked like an ad for cancer, bragged that he was addicted to onanism and had committed an indecency with a member of Parliament. He slept with any woman who was willing, subsisted largely on a diet of ice cream sodas mixed with ale instead of seltzer...
Somehow, Kramer is worried that we'll miss the point (the world is a bum place). So he chucks away any thoughts of character development and splices together two-and-a-half hours of drunken tete-a-tetes to make sure that everyone on board gets a chance to bemoan the futility...