The Tragedie of Michael Jackson, King of Pop

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I almost might have been at this trial.

adam.r.l. (nordicskilla), Monday, 31 January 2005 16:16 (twelve years ago) Permalink

(aside) O dreadful visage! O infernal prosecutor!
I know this man: The very Ramones obey him,
And in our taunts my better cunning faints
Under his rages. But I'll to counsel-
For still i may outwit this knave:
Like the straw that breaks the Camel's back
In tales of Araby, i'll kindle his ferocity
To new and stronger fires 'til belligerence
Trumps all, and all discourse ceases.

debden, Monday, 31 January 2005 16:41 (twelve years ago) Permalink

Let there be acrimony, let there be vox,
For I hath come to see this stupid cunt in the box,
Took mine advice did he, but little did I know
That 'Revolution' would advertise stereos,
But I survived Yoko and outlived John,
And soon I shall see the ruin of The Gloved One.

Captain GRRRios' Giggletits (Barima), Monday, 31 January 2005 17:30 (twelve years ago) Permalink

Behold, this trial shall be thing
Wherein we weigh the misdeeds of the King
But where is the King of Pop? This churl
Seems trapped in the body of a weird white girl!

From what Planet, sirrah, do you come?
Are you ignorant, or are you simply dumb--
The King of Pop, he stands afore your eyes
No Fool would miss such lame disguise.

Enter one of the KING's minions, leading a strange beast on a leash

KING: Ah, 'tis CaliBubbles! Speak, CaliBubbles, speak!

CALIBUBBLES: Ooo! Oooo! Oooo! Eeee! Eee! Eee!

Chorus of JACKSON WASSAILERS: "...Easy as one, two, three."

The Mad Puffin, Monday, 31 January 2005 17:57 (twelve years ago) Permalink

But who here has the trageskill to work in Latoya?

Mr Noodles (Mr Noodles), Monday, 31 January 2005 18:24 (twelve years ago) Permalink

commend thy soul to god, unhappy king
for in this measured globe there is no inn
nor port will gi'e it shelter now
waste not the few months left to you
in pettifoggery, schemes and sophistry
lest thy final palace
have the same prospect as mine -
a gloomy pit whose lightest word
would harrow up thy very soul.
to nature listen, as her tide ebbs and flows
so allow the truth to run
through shores and channels unpolluted:
remove this URI GELLER you have recruited

debden, Monday, 31 January 2005 18:34 (twelve years ago) Permalink

Forsooth, the Lady Latoya's tale of woe
Is puissant in'ts effect. It doth make the hearer swoon,
In the manner of the sacred Jesus Juice that the King doth use
To numb his young pages into obeisance.

The Mad Puffin, Monday, 31 January 2005 18:52 (twelve years ago) Permalink

Oh villain! damned dancing villain!
as when the pelican eats its young
So coldly furnishing the christ'ning table
with funeral ashes, you slink among
those green in judgement.
In your kingdom, mutinies; In your cities
naught on TV but your sister's...


debden, Monday, 31 January 2005 19:08 (twelve years ago) Permalink

I thought this thread was going to be about his last album.

polyphonic (polyphonic), Monday, 31 January 2005 19:13 (twelve years ago) Permalink

(I think you could go a long way with La Toya/Janet/Michael around the Shakespearean conceit of people in disguise as one gender or another; brothers and sisters who impersonate one another, etc., but am too lazy to construct whole scenes around it. Carry on.)

The Mad Puffin, Monday, 31 January 2005 19:58 (twelve years ago) Permalink

As a way into western culture, The Tragedy Of Michael Jackson seems better than most.

Have to agree. His appeal, while maddening, is relentless. Of all the collected wisdom on my personal site, this picture accounts for half of the hits every day, gratis, ususally, google image search. Okay, maybe wisdom is the wrong word...

EComplex (EComplex), Monday, 31 January 2005 20:45 (twelve years ago) Permalink

The mother of the kid in the court case is called... Janet Jackson.

an image

James Mitchell (James Mitchell), Tuesday, 1 February 2005 03:00 (twelve years ago) Permalink

Did she flop a boob out?

Autumn Almanac (Autumn Almanac), Tuesday, 1 February 2005 03:01 (twelve years ago) Permalink

...hope not.

James Mitchell (James Mitchell), Tuesday, 1 February 2005 03:02 (twelve years ago) Permalink



As the path of the sunne in yon sky
Th'arc of Fame doth live, and doth die.
Renown once held must in some wise stop
I shall usurp his crown of Pop.

Once I was but a mere Boy amongst a band.
My moves were freshe, but my beats, they were bland.
Then a vexèd wardrobe shocked each rube
Now my Fame rests on one piercèd boob.

The Mad Puffin, Tuesday, 1 February 2005 14:52 (twelve years ago) Permalink

the devil damn thee black, thou cream faced loon!
where go'st thou with these mumblings, that goose look?

as with you my liege
'tis but the native hue of resolution
sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought

damned insolence!
yet this leads nowhere
i shall consult my soothsayer!
call geller!

enter GELLER

THE KING: is't true soothsayer
that in the movement of swallows
o'erarching the cerulean firmament
that shadowy arc which divides men from stars
thou can'st divine man's fortunes?

in nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read

pray then, foresee my fate

thou shalt be innocent until the army of exeter
doth topple to the rude shock
of manchestrian onslaughts

'tis good

till iron spoons bend and watches wake from dusty death
your kingdom will endure

excellent soothsayer!

debden, Tuesday, 1 February 2005 15:37 (twelve years ago) Permalink

one year passes...
once a pied piper of each in a revelrie
being of gargantuan popularitie now he sits
with stains from thee children which had lured him
into probable sodomie
by proxie
an unforgiving world this shall be

i cry for thee, jackson
these tears shall cleanse

do not despair your majestie!
for my plans never cease to be
i now must cultivate an army
an army of leprechauns from thee!

but what ambitions and what tomfoolery a plan this could be
how must you convince the Mother Of Nature
to provide you with many a storm
many a rain
many a drizzle
many an interrupting Sun
to allow many a rainbow
for which thy must find all these pots o gold, ye pop king, dare i ask?

i may exist on thee plain of a pauper in these dying aching days
but even a leper, less of that a leprechaun, hath always the gift of luck!
and being blessed with immaculate charm in earlier years, ye
you generous and love of conditional, your majestie of clovers
must not deny the law above all dirt on which we lay, we walk, and we shovel
it is magick, your majestie!
leprechauns will bring you this majick! Me majick!
The world majick!
Commission a park for this army of leprechaun magick at once!

i am overwhelmed with your charm, pop king. you do never lie.
to my people, nor ever again on this slag of dung!

i shall never!

the dow nut industrial average dead joe mama besser (donut), Thursday, 21 September 2006 20:44 (eleven years ago) Permalink

I can't believe I missed this thread wtf

Shakey Mo Collier (Shakey Mo Collier), Thursday, 21 September 2006 20:51 (eleven years ago) Permalink

momus redeems himself on this thread for everything ever

J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Thursday, 21 September 2006 22:30 (eleven years ago) Permalink

one month passes...
sailing eastward toward old blightey
behold! a stage, a crowd, I hath been redeemed
many so thought a zombie I would portray
with an army of a young future, so wrong were they

And so surprised as the musick hath been abridged
a lobbing of this coat of mine into a sea of admirers
Mine a tribute to my phalanx of this future of young
so overpowering it could not all be sung!

gwynywdd dwnyt fyrwr byychydd gww (donut), Thursday, 16 November 2006 17:20 (eleven years ago) Permalink

i listened to bad this very morning - pretty f'n awesome.

jhoshea megafauna (scoopsnoodle), Thursday, 16 November 2006 17:24 (eleven years ago) Permalink

best thread ever

Shakey Mo Collier (Shakey Mo Collier), Thursday, 16 November 2006 17:24 (eleven years ago) Permalink

(This is easily one of the three best threads ever. I know I always say that but, honestly.)

Matt DC (Matt DC), Thursday, 16 November 2006 17:26 (eleven years ago) Permalink

four months pass...

Fluffy Bear Hearts Rainbows, Thursday, 29 March 2007 20:32 (ten years ago) Permalink

two years pass...

only jackson thread that matters

conrad, Thursday, 25 June 2009 22:50 (eight years ago) Permalink

so true

And the biggest self of self is, indeed, self (Shakey Mo Collier), Thursday, 25 June 2009 22:52 (eight years ago) Permalink

<3 this thread - hope someone steps up for the epilogue

lex pretend, Thursday, 25 June 2009 22:55 (eight years ago) Permalink

I'll make some calls.

bad hijab (suzy), Thursday, 25 June 2009 22:57 (eight years ago) Permalink

^^^to all the above

the funk soul custos (country matters), Thursday, 25 June 2009 22:59 (eight years ago) Permalink

But hush, what commotion is this? Methinks the king or someone else arrives. I'll to to the arrass, conceal myself and watch what business shall unfold!

the pinefox, Friday, 26 June 2009 02:16 (eight years ago) Permalink

ultimate fucked-up child star, move along, nothing to see here, folks

Dr Morbius, Friday, 26 June 2009 05:27 (eight years ago) Permalink


Cunga, Friday, 26 June 2009 05:38 (eight years ago) Permalink

A glooming peace o'er Neverland this day.
Peter Pan for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of death of pop;
Biographies rewritten, concerts cancelled.
The Earth song will be sung in far flung lands;
For never was a HIStory of more woe
Than this of Michael and his Billie Jean.

whatever, Friday, 26 June 2009 05:54 (eight years ago) Permalink

three years pass...

That Was It: The Tragic Tale of Our King Michael Jackson

Tongue firmly in cheek, playwright C.J. Tuor borrows the structure of a Greek tragedy (plus a few tricks from Shakespeare and Bertolt Brecht) to tell the King of Pop's life story. Director-choreographer Ali Keirn embellishes Tuor's extremely witty tale -- featuring a chorus that intones lyrics from Jackson hits -- with eccentric dramatic poses, overwrought modern-dance tableaux, and lots of trademark Jackson moves. But what really sells this high-energy comedy is the cast's ability to win laughs even as they lay bare the pathos in Jackson's story. Playing Jackson pre- and post-plastic surgery respectively, Tom Daily and Emily Goldberg are particularly winning. —Jack Helbig

Trewster Dare (jaymc), Thursday, 9 August 2012 17:26 (five years ago) Permalink

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