In Patch Adams (Universal Pictures)
Sometimes losing a total stranger can be oddly personal. I think it is a testament to how much of himself Robin Williams put out there that so many are deeply affected by his death.
I don’t know what he was like in private, but it’s hard to believe it was all that different from his public persona, which was a mix of antic joy and genuine pain. He was a clown in the classic sense, a harlequin, the embodiment of our demons. He will be greatly missed.
CONTEXT 
Robin Williams’ passing reminded me of how greatly we have been affected by the deaths of other comic geniuses: George Carlin, Lenny Bruce and John Belushi. Essential means of human expression and inquiry were assigned nine Muses in ancient Rome, so I wondered if there was one for comedy. There is: Thalia. Her symbol is the mask of comedy. Along with the poets (Calliope/Epic Poetry/Tablet) and Erato/Lyric Poetry/Lyre), I feel the harlequins/clowns/comedians often offer the most piercing insights into our humanity.
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Comment by Celia Carroll — August 12, 2014 @ 7:55 am |
Deep feelings from many of us for a person who can express himself as we often wish we could. I especially admire when a man of amazing creative humor also expresses himself as a tender serious person whether in acting or that we feel just by observing him.
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Comment by Carol Oneal — August 12, 2014 @ 12:47 pm |
So sad… What a talent! 😥
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Comment by ninachat — August 12, 2014 @ 7:49 pm |
And another alcoholic gives up before the miracle. Sad doesn’t begin to describe this kind of loss. Thank you for your post.
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Comment by avery zia — August 13, 2014 @ 7:07 am |