‘Twas the Night Before Inauguration Day…


I made this video just for you…

I love this Walt Whitman poem…

(I recommend reading this aloud to yourself. It’s much more beautiful when you can hear the words.)

Election Day, November, 1884

If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, 
‘Twould not be you, Niagara— nor you, ye limitless prairies— nor

    your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
Nor you, Yosemite— nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic
    geyser-loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing,
Nor Oregon’s white cones— nor Huron’s belt of mighty lakes— nor

    Mississippi’s stream:
—This seething hemisphere’s humanity, as now, I’d name— the still
    small voice vibrating— America’s choosing day,
(The heart of it not in the chosen— the act itself the main, the
    quadrennial choosing,)
The stretch of North and South arous’d— sea-board and inland—
    Texas to Maine— the Prairie States— Vermont, Virginia, California, 
The final ballot-shower from East to West— the paradox and conflict, 
The countless snow-flakes falling—( a swordless conflict, 
Yet more than all Rome’s wars of old, or modern Napoleon’s:) the
    peaceful choice of all,
Or good or ill humanity— welcoming the darker odds, the dross: 
—Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify— while the heart
    pants, life glows:
These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships,
Swell’d Washington’s, Jefferson’s, Lincoln’s sails.

Come see me this Monday, January 23, at 9:30 pm at Gotham Comedy Club. I guarantee it won’t be a terrible disappointment.