Tittade nyss på Insomniac with Dave Attell. Såg i reklamen att Comedy Central skulle börja sända första säsongen av Important Things with Demetri Martin – någon gång i framtiden. Paus. I’ll be tuning in! Jag har ju bara sett den säsongen tre gånger, hur mycket kan en fjärde gång skada?

Really, Ang Lee? Really? Som om jag inte redan tyckte att han var adorable nog!

- Taking Woodstock, 2009

En av de mest välarbetade dikterna jag nånsin läst, från en av de mest imponerande människor jag vet, Demetri Martin. Ett 224 ord långt palindrom:

”Dammit I’m mad. Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot.
I’m in it. I tell. I am not a devil. I level ”Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp in my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap? No. It is open.
On it I was stuck. Rats peed on hope.
Elsewhere dips a web. Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh? We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name. Both, one…
My names are in it. Murder? I’m a fool. A hymn I plug,
Deified as a sign in ruby ash – a Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it. Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
”Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog” Evil is a deed as i live. Dammit I’m mad.”