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George Carlin's Finale The iconoclastic comedian's look back on his life. By: Jay Dixit
On experience. I've been doing this 50 years. By this time it's all second nature. It's all a machine—the observation, the immediate evaluation of the observation, the mental filing of it, writing it down. A 20-year-old has a limited amount of data. At 70, the matrix is more textured and has more contours to it. Observations are compared against a much richer data set. On his gift for language. My grandfather was a New York City policeman. During his adult life, he wrote out Shakespeare's tragedies longhand just for the joy it gave him. My mother had a great gift for language. My father was an after-dinner speaker, a great raconteur. They both were very funny and gifted verbally. The Irish have a genetic tradition, it seems, an affinity for language and expression. I got that. As the Irish say: "You don't lick it off the rocks, kid." It comes in the blood. On wanting attention. Being alone as a child fostered in me a need for adult approval and attention. The job is called "look at me." "Look at me. Ain't I smart? Ain't I cute? Ain't I clever?" The fact that I didn't finish school left me with a lifelong need to prove that I'm smart. On his modus operandi. Do I try to make audiences think? No, that would be the kiss of death. But what I want them to know is that I'm thinking. It's part of that showoff and dropout syndrome. I need to show them I've brought myself to a cleverer, smarter spot than they have. In doing so, I'm saying, "Can't you see this? Can't you see?" On laughter. I remember the first time I ever made my mother laugh. It's lost on me what I said. I was very young. She laughed frequently, but I knew the difference between her social laugh and her really spontaneous laugh when she was caught off guard—which is the key to laughter, being off guard. I wouldn't have remembered it so well if it hadn't meant a lot to me. On the joy of writing. I love the feeling I get in my gut when I'm watching something on the computer that's close to being realized. The feeling is, "Wait'll they hear this! I can't wait to tell them!" It's like the player on the end of the bench: "Put me in, Coach, put me in!" They call to me. I can tell which ones are pregnant, which ones need to be moved up to a higher level of readiness. It's because I can't wait to share them with people. On the joy of performing. You get 2,500 people acting as a single organism. The audience is a single organism and it's you and it. To have that feeling of mastery up there—it's an assertion of power. "Here I am, I have the microphone, you came here for this express purpose." There's nothing like it. On alienation. I have never felt like a participant. I've always felt like an observer. I don't really identify with America. And I don't feel like a member of the human race. I know I am—all the definitions are there—but I really don't feel a part of it. On humanity. I'm not an angry person, just very disappointed, and contemptuous of my fellow humans' choices. I'm contemptuous of the mass. One on one with people, I have great compassion. When I see individuals, I see their individual beauty. On his mother's strength. I was alone as a child. My father was dead. My mother left him when I was 2 months old and he died when I was 8. He drank too much and he was a bully and she had the courage to take two boys, one of them 2 months old and one of them 5 years old, and to leave him in 1937 and get back into the business world and get a job and raise us through the end of the Depression and through the Second World War. My mother had that strength. I witnessed it. When she took us away from him, she saved us. On recognition. Richard Dawkins used an excerpt of mine for a chapter heading. When you're a dropout and the culture accepts you and begins to quote you and teach your stuff in class and textbooks, this is my honorary baccalaureate. I think, "There's a little feather in my cap." I know I've accomplished a good deal. These things over the years mean, "Yeah, good job, George. Good job."
Psychology Today Magazine, Sep/Oct 2008
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