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Sunday, August 9, 2020

The Louis C.K. Poem

    but heeees my freeeeeennndddd say the female comics


    it is hard out there if you want to be funny

    bomb away on the open mics

    eventually get paid a little bit

    others get jealous

    say you’re not all that good

   the resentment you suck up 

    gets spit out in your standup set

    those pain in the ass kids and women

    who want you to pull focus from career career career

    eventually you’re around long enough  

    people think you’re commenting on bile 

    when you’re just regurgitating it

    here, female colleague, watch me wank

    look at this as comedy fraternity hazing

    damn this #MeToo stuff

    made you shelve your movie

    costs one million dollars in lost TV

    you’ll do new act attacking correctness

    drop in unannounced

    keep the press from spoiling the set

    wait long enough, someone will write

    you’re aware of what you’ve done to be diminished 

    when you still think you’ve been screwed 

    by pious people who don’t understand 

    comedy is letting your demons wank

    onto the audience in the same way

    you once wanked on people who,

    if they stood up to you,

    would see their careers go into the tank


    but heeeees my frieeeennnnnddd

    says the male comic who used some of his

    standup special time to middle-finger your accusers

    

    comedy, as practiced by some,  is not pretty

    it’s the fastball whizzing past your head

    it’s the punch smashing your testicles

    it’s the emcee saying you’re going to get fucked with

    it’s the joke that, too many times, leaves a stain

    that can never come out, no matter how much you scrub

    

    


Monday, December 31, 2018

Megan Garber of THE ATLANTIC on Louis C.K.

It’s all part of another old story: semi-apologies that, in time, nullify themselves. The status quo, reassembling to its familiar, fusty order. Louis C.K., who has been treating cruelty as a game since long before this year, seems to be hoping that he can benefit from “hypersensitivity” in a similarly warped way—and in his new brand of comedy are the contours of tragedy: lessons unlearned, abuses unaccounted for, the people who truly deserve their anger written, once again, out of the story. You could read C.K.’s evolution as a gradual loss of control, as a wayward id winning out over everything else. You could read it, as well, as something more strategic: a calculation that his core audience, now, is the red-pill crowd, with humor that is marketed accordingly. Either way, C.K. has reason to have confidence in his new brand of comedy: In person, his jokes about the inconveniences of empathy have been commonly met with laughter. And with enthusiastic applause.

Louis C.K. punches down at Parkland school shooting survivors.

Louis C.K. is still rebuilding his stand-up comedy career after women stood up and made the unarguably true statement that masturbating and making people watch is high-level abusive behavior.

Now that he’s returned to venues like the Comedy Cellar in NYC,  Louis is flying the tired old aging-comic “F—- Political Correctness” flag.

Here’s an excerpt from a recent routine hammering some of the Parkland shooting survivors for committing the crime of activism:
“They testify in front of Congress, these kids? What are they doing? You’re young! You should be crazy! You should be unhinged! Not in a suit. You’re not interesting," he said, referencing the survivors of the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School shooting. "Because you went to a high school where kids got shot? Why does that mean I have to listen to you? Why does that make you interesting? You didn’t get shot. You pushed some fat kid in the way and now I’ve got to listen to you talking?"

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Louis C.K. explains for me why I don't read THE HUFFINGTON POST like I used to.

I used to read Huffington Post, and I can't anymore, because it's all "Britney Spears' ass stuck out of her pants."  It's just mean.  There's so much meanness slung on people, people that are victims.  Everybody gets made fun of, the way they look, and we all just fucking yap and speculate with quote-unquote outrage, tragic sadness.  I don't think anybody's doing a great job with this stuff.--
Louis C.K. interviewed by Brian Hiatt in the current issue of ROLLING STONE.