Word: sayed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...also mixes in a never-ending supply of phrases parodying academic jargon ("We must learn to differentiate between generic and relative terms"). Between jokes, he draws on a fat little glossary of verbal rialtos that counterpoint the laughter, indicate his attitude to the material. "Wild, huh?" he will say, standing in the ruins of his most recent target, or "You can't go too far, fellas," or "Is there any group I haven't offended...
...understand you," she said, "they'll label it whimsy." Onstage, Sahl began talking about the McCarthy jacket, explained that it was like the Eisenhower jacket except that it had "an extra flap to go over the mouth," added that "Senator McCarthy does not question what you say so much as he questions your right to say it." No one even smiled. Then up from the bar came a muscular laugh from Enrico Banducci, the club's proprietor, and Mort was in at $75 a week...
Cool & Deep. Anxious not to be linked with that sort of thing, Mort Sahl insists that he will not say anything for a laugh: "I am not a sick comedian. I've never uttered a negative word in my life about the status of man, and I don't tell jokes about amputees." Mounting a platform of his own, Sahl adds: "Bad taste can't count as a form of insight." He also says he objects to "historical irreverence," and was disdainful when, in his Los Angeles acceptance speech, Jack Kennedy paraphrased Lincoln's second inaugural...
...their cheeks, and others have it on the tops of their heads. The one thing they share is a fondness for articulate irony and a sense of feeling "in." Occasional strays get up and walk out muttering "Communist," but the in-group would all understand the college freshman who says, "He has a cool way of digging deep." There is an out-group too, people who find Sahl too brash and offensive. Warmth is simply not his gift, but this is not to say, as is often claimed, that he is a nihilist or that he hates everything. "His people...
...KNOW that I am important as a factor in the development of art and always will remain so," Dadaist Kurt Schwitters wrote in 1931. "I say this with all possible emphasis so that nobody afterwards can say: The poor man didn't even know how important he was.' " The Dadaists (among them Jean Arp, Marcel Duchamp and Max Ernst) took their name from a nonsense phrase, but thought they were making sense of a kind. In the disillusioned aftermath of World War I. Schwitters used the bric-a-brac of everyday life-fragments of newspapers, railroad maps, timetables...