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What Famous Poet?

01 Sep

What famous poet did Errol once throw overboard?

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— Gentleman Tim

 
 

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  1. shangheinz

    September 1, 2015 at 7:44 am

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    SPOILER ALERT!
    It was the bard with the beard- Serge Gainsbourg.
    Tugboat Tim, do you know exactely what caused this Flynncident? I`ve heard about it, but never got the complete lowdown.

     
    • Gentleman Tim

      September 1, 2015 at 7:19 pm

      hello heinz! Monsieur Gainsbourg sure does seem (and looks in this distinguished portrait of him you’ve posted) a likely and deserving victim of Errol’s overboard toss. But, unless my slurce is incorrect, it was not the Scerge, I mean Serge.

      You are very close, however! Errol reserved this dishonour for another equally deserving character.

      Here are several clues about the poet in question:

      1) He often went (metaphorically) overboard.

      2) He was inseine.

      3) elementary

      4) penguin

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      • Tina

        September 1, 2015 at 8:40 pm

        Just a guess Tim – Truman Capote?
        Went overboard on drugs?
        His Publisher – Pinguin Books
        Inseine? Do you mean insane?
        I don’t know if insane but definitely unbalanced.
        Don’t know what to do with your clue of elementary? Elementary is a Sherlock Holmes expression, but ….Truman?

         
        • Gentleman Tim

          September 1, 2015 at 11:41 pm

          Not Truman, Tina, but he certainly qualified to be thrown overboard also.

          This poet is most often associated with New York, but this Flynncident, as shangheinz tagged it, took place in Paris, in the Seine.

          He became internationally (in)famous in the mid-Fifties, and in the late-60’s sang background on a famous song recorded in Montreal.

          He often wore a beard, though I’m not sure he did when visiting Paris. He was also known for using obscene language, but I don’t know if he did on this occasion.

          Errol threw him overboard after he (our infamous poet)was well-known.

          Errol was recently out of Africa, back in Europe.

          A number of celebrities were there for this “Flynncident”. I believe some of them howled with laughter.

          Regarding “Elementary – Penguin”: see between Eiffel Tower and Hare Krishna:

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          • Tina

            September 2, 2015 at 12:56 am

            Hi Tim;
            Yeah – you are talking about good old Allen Ginsberg!
            I have the article but I thought of the Zaca.

            Here is the excerpt of it.
            During a barge party on the river Seine for The Roots of Heaven, his last major film, the poet Allen Ginsberg made a pass at Aadland. “Very unattractive man,” she says. “Errol picked him up by his shirt and the seat of his pants and slung him over the side.

            This is the article:
            www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/4705765/I-was-Errol-Flynns-little-nymph.html…

             
            • Tina

              September 2, 2015 at 1:12 am

              As Beverly says: “Very unattractive man”!
              Here he is:

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              • Gentleman Tim

                September 2, 2015 at 4:01 am

                Yes, his visage and poetry are a perfect match. Good for Errol flipping him into the Seine. He was ugly inside and out.

                 
                • shangheinz

                  September 2, 2015 at 6:54 am

                  www.youtube.com… (The beatnik bard´s bio)
                  Howly Guacamauly, mixing up Gainsbourg with Ginsberg is like mixing Gin with Pernot- simply impossible! I think Errol and Gainsbourg would have gotten along swell. They shared a common interest: Brigitte Bardot www.youtube.com…

                   
                  • Gentleman Tim

                    September 2, 2015 at 12:02 pm

                    “Mixing up” Ginsberg and Ginsburg (alias Gainsbourg) is quite understandable to me, especially considering the French locale of the “Flynncident”, slangheinz. Moreover, William Seabrook might not be too thrilled with your knocking his Gin-and-Pernod Asylum, which he apparently invented in an Asylum, or as a result of having been put in an Asylum.

                    From Esquire:

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                    This one comes down to us from a slim 1935 volume titled So Red the Nose, or Breath in the Afternoon (would we make that up?), to which thirty literary celebrities of the day each contributed a cocktail and a blurb. (Another was Ernest Hemingway’s Death in the Afternoon.) The father of the Asylum, William Seabrook, was chiefly famous for two books. One was a pretty wild account of his time in Haiti, complete with his “blood baptism” into the sacred mysteries of voodoo. The other treats of the rather scaly months he spent in the bug house, self-committed on account of his drinking. He called it (how did you guess?)…Asylum. It is not a bartender’s guide.

                    According to Seabrook, this potion will “look like rosy dawn, taste like the milk of Paradise, and make you plenty crazy.” He got one thing right, anyway: too many of these atrocities and they’ll zombie-march you straight into the sky-blue land of Thorazine. They taste more like the milk of dynamite, and if this is what Seabrook’s dawns looked like, he must’ve been sighting the sun through a pitcher of Whiskey Sours.

                    Still, the Asylum shouldn’t be ejected entirely from the pharmacopoeia; it has its uses. Between the Pernod and the gin, you’ve got the extracts of a few dozen roots and herbs — and thus some serious juju. In times of direst emergency — girlfriend’s night to host poetry circle, sister and no-neck brother-in-law on their way over with the triplets, tax return accidentally mailed to ex-wife’s lawyer and alimony check to the IRS, etc. — the Asylum seems to instill a trancelike, unblinking calm that is difficult to otherwise achieve.

                     
                    • shangheinz

                      September 2, 2015 at 7:44 pm

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                      Tumbling Tim, here is the short cut to the looney bin. Absinthe would lead you straight to the asylum in the last century. But as I have read French legionairs also used it as a cure against malaria. I wonder if Errol`s “Wood Nymph” nickname originally came from “Green Fairy”.

                       
            • Gentleman Tim

              September 2, 2015 at 4:16 am

              Absolutely astonishing, Tina. You are so amazing how you can answer these extremely difficult quizzes!

              Yes, it’s that howling, obscene Allen Ginsberg. Good for Errol hurling the low-life over the side. IMO, this is exactly the kind of “Flynncident” (as shangheinz wonderfully coined it) that sets Errol on a level so sublimely far above and beyond other wannabe Hollywood heroes and pretenders to the throne.

              Good riddance, Ginsberg. (Kerouac was the real talent.)

               
              • Tina

                September 2, 2015 at 6:06 pm

                Thanks Tim!
                Actually I did not think of this Flynncident, as Heinzxpert puts it so well.
                My thought at first was of maybe an incident on the Zaca and in Errol’s heydays, but when you gave the Paris clue all fell into place.
                I am not sure, but I thought that there was a kerfuffle with Truman too at one time or another, maybe you have some knowledge about that? But maybe there wasn’t one!

                 
                • shangheinz

                  September 2, 2015 at 7:56 pm

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                  If I remember it well, Errol was pretty pi__ed at Truman`s antics in Jamaica. Didn´t TC fall of a river raft or something?

                   
                  • Tina

                    September 2, 2015 at 8:25 pm

                    Yes Heinz, something like that in Jamaica, just can’t put my finger on it what it actually was. i know Errol couldn’t stand him.

                     
                    • Gentleman Tim

                      September 3, 2015 at 1:27 am

                      Ah yes, Falseman Capote. Notorious liar, vindictive back stabber and all round weirdo. Here’s what EFB author John reported events:

                      Errol hosted many famous stars at the Titchfield. A short list would read: Tony Curtis, Marilyn Monroe, Katherine Hepburn, Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, Peter Ustinov, Peter O’Toole, and Truman Capote. All the guests were said to be on their best behavior when at the hotel, save one: Truman Capote. Truman was a curious and irritating fellow. He seemed to be allergic to almost everything,(even sand) had to be carried to and from the beach like an invalid, never dared to venture into water more than 2 ft. deep, would bundle up like he was at the arctic to protect himself from the sun, wear his canvas shoes even in the water, and would constantly whine and bitch about everything and nothing at all. Beverly hated him, and never being at a loss for words, called him a “dirty little fag”. All the more puzzling was why he kept coming back to the Titchfield over and over.(that puzzle would soon solve itself.) Things came to a head when Errol and a group of friends (Truman included) went rafting on the Rio Grande. Somehow, Truman managed to fall off his raft and nearly drowned. Now for those of you who have not participated in this little adventure, the water is never more than 2 or 3 ft. deep and the current is very lazy. To drown there would be akin to drowning in a plastic kiddie pool in the back yard.

                      After this episode, Errol had had just about enough of “old Tru”, as he called him. One of the group privately asked Errol just what the hell was wrong with him, to which Errol replied, “The fact is sport, he’s absolutely worthless. But don’t worry, I’ll get rid of him if I have to do it myself.” So Truman, pale and shivering, was bundled into Errol’s convertible and Errol, with cigarette holder firmly clenched in his teeth, took his place behind the wheel for the journey to the Kingston airport. Everything was fine until they reach the outskirts of town. It was there that Truman, (who had a huge crush on Errol) lost control of his ‘unrequited love’, and ‘seized’ the moment. (by grabbing Errol’s crotch with both hands in a vise-like grip) Now make no mistake, Errol was capable of walking and chewing gum at the same time, and even sword fighting at four to one odds, but now he had to juggle driving a twisty, mtn. road, smoking his cigarette, and trying to dislodge love-sick Truman, all the while trying to avoid injury to his ‘particulars”. Well, the whole charade ended with Errol plowing through a large wooden wall and into the backyard pool of an unlucky resident. It is said that Errol sprang from the car so fast that his cigarette was still burning when the owners rushed to see what was the matter. One of the owners said that Errol stood for a moment, hands on hips, surveying the carnage, then coolly asked to use the phone, while ignoring the half-drowned Truman.

                       
 
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