Of all the literary genres, humor has the shortest shelf life—except for Archy and Mehitabel, that is. First published in 1916, it is a classic of American literature. Archy is a cockroach, inside whom resides the soul of a free-verse poet; he communicates with Don Marquis by leaping upon the keys of the columnist’s typewriter. In poems of varying length, Archy pithily describes his wee world, the main fixture of which is Mehitabel, a devil-may-care alley cat.
Donald Robert Perry "Don" Marquis was a newspaper columnist as well as a playwright, novelist, and poet, best known for his "Archy and Mehitabel" free verse and his "Old Soak" anti-Prohibition play.
i've only read this once archy used to be a vers libre poet but he transmigrated into a cockroach and writes poems for no pay some people think mehitabel is his friend but that cat can't be trusted and so sometimes archy has to hide in the typewriter keys you can google early twentieth century typewriters if you don't know what those are archy had to throw himself from key to key and couldn t do capitals or punctuation
mehitabel says she was cleopatra but has transmigrated many times always great ladies and now is a cat and still always a lady wotthehell wotthehell she still has a few moves in her but keeps having kittens whenever she marries
archy wrote poems for free for marquis who had them printed in his column for decades and no matter how much archy asked for money in the 1930s he never got any just crumbs
this copy has illustrations too and is still worth reading if you can find one like i did at the library don't get any of the modern compilations but get one that was first printed when archy was still writing by throwing himself on the keys
if you have not read any of don marquiss books written by archy the cockroach you are missing a great deal in your life archy is the reincarnated soul of a vers libre poet who discovered a piece of paper in a journalists typewriter one night and writes him a note thus began the long friendship between the two archy has a friend the moraless alley cat mehitabel who claims she is the reincarnation of cleopatra her motto is toujour gai as they live their lives in new york city archy comments archly on social and political issues of the early twentieth century how does he type he jumps off a key to hit another with his head one time he asked the journalist for a football helmet to protect his head he cannot do punctuation or upper case it is fun to read without them even though the political and social issues are not current many of the ideas relate to similar current issues you should find a book like this one and read it archy and mehitabil will take over your life archy
This is one of my favorite books. Clever, fresh, and a fascinating look at news cycles and reactions from a long time ago, this book surprised me and charmed me. I highly recommend it if you're looking for something a little different from your normal fare.
Basic premise: a cockroach named Archy and a cat named Mehitabel, who claims to be the reincarnated spirit of Cleopatra, live in the basement of the a New York newspaper. They comment on current events and the culture of the time in verse form.
Sometimes thoughtful often wacky stories written by a cockroach (Archy) on a publishers home typewriter. Mehitabel the cat lives a colorful life but is "toujours gai" and "always a lady" From the 1000 books to read etc.
i was talking to a moth the other evening he was trying to break into an electric light bulb and fry himself on the wires
why do you fellows pull this stunt i asked him because it is the conventional thing for moths or why if that had been an uncovered candle instead of an electric light bulb you would now be a small unsightly cinder have you no sense
plenty of it he answered but at times we get tired of using it we get bored with the routine and crave beauty and excitement fire is beautiful and we know that if we get too close it will kill us but what does that matter it is better to be happy for a moment and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time and be bored all the while so we wad all our life up into one little roll and then we shoot the roll that is what life is for
p.117 "archy and mehitabel" archy declares war
... come come come come in your billions tiny small feet and humming little wings crawlers and creepers wigglers and stingers scratchers borers slitherers little forked tongues man is at your mercy one sudden gesture and all his empires perish rise strike for freedom curses on the species that invented roach poison curses on the stingy beings that evolved tight zinc covers that you can t crawl under for their garbage cans come like a sandstorm spewed from the mouth of a great apocalyptic desert making devil come like the spray sooty and fiery snorted from the nostrils of a sky eating ogre let us have a little direct action is the sincere wish of archy
p.130 "archy and mehitabel" mehitabel dances with boreas
... whirl mehitabel whirl leap shadow leap you gotta dance till the sun comes up for you got no place to sleep archy
p.130-131 "archy and mehitabel" archy at the zoo
the centipede adown the street goes braggartly with scores of feet a gaudy insect but not neat
the octopus s secret wish is not to be a formal fish he dreams that some time he may grow another set of legs of so and be a broadway music show
oh do not always take a chance upon an open countenance the hippopotamus s smile conceals a nature full of guile
human wandering through the zoo what do your cousins think of you ...
pp.144-145 "archy and mehitabel" some natural history
the patagonian penguin is a most peculiar bird he lives on pussy willows and his tongue is always furred the porcupine of chile sleeps his life away and that is how the needles get into the hay the argentinian oyster is a very subtle gink for when he s being eaten he pretends he is a skink when you see a sea gull sitting on a bald man's dome she likely thinks she s nesting on her rocky island home do not tease the inmates when strolling through the zoo for they have their finer feelings the same as me and you oh deride not the camel if grief should make him die his ghost will come to haunt you with tears in either eye and the spirit of a camel in the midnight gloom can be so very cheerless as it wanders round the room archy
Well, first ya gotta buy the concept, which is not entirely new. And then, as coherant cockroaches go, i am personally more likely to re-read this one than that heartbroken one Kafka gave us. That's not a lit'ry assessment, mind you.
This book was a gift many years ago - I think I remember who gave it, though not exactly when. There were some poems I really enjoyed, that still seemed totally fresh and relevant today. On the other hand, I think many aspects of life were just slower and simpler back when it was written (unlike the rates of 21st century obsolescence, meme expirations, etc.) as some of the running gags that must have felt familiar and comforting (perhaps the "Easter eggs" of 50-100 years ago for dedicated readers) began to feel really tedious, which is why I took an extended break and read a few other things before coming back and finishing. There's really only so many labor disputes between a newspaper man and an imaginary cockroach a person will find funny before wanting to move on. ;) Still, I have shared a few particularly poignant bits with friends as I've gone along, bookmarked many pages, and will probably keep coming back to it again in the future. :)
This book was a favorite of mine when I was growing up. The copy in our family was given to to my mother by her college roommate. Inside the cover was the quote from mehitabel the alley cat. Yes, in the book there are no capital letters (you'll have to read it to see why). "i look back on my life and it seems to be just one damned kitten after another." We also had an LP record of a narration of the book and Carol Channing did an outstanding performance as mehitabel. Read the other reviews about this book to get more of an idea about the characters and story. The illustrations are superb. I found out that a copy of the book as a PDF can be downloaded from the Internet Archive. I found this out by accident when I googled for information about the book and found a link to the Internet Archive. When I clicked the link, the PDF book downloaded! The scan looked like the original book with the illustrations and formatting; the whole story is there uncut.
For over a hundred years the creation of Don Marquis has remained a gold standard for humorous poetry. Not always "funny," but humorous, often times darkly smiling. I return to reading pieces from this collection often. These pieces were culled fro the authors' daily newspaper column, and along with recurring timeless themes such as "what is the nature of humanity?" Marquis also handles justice, poverty, relationships, and issues of the day like no one else. The illustrations by the great George Herriman (creator of Krazy Kat) are worth the price of the book all by themselves. The introducrion by E.B. White (author of one of the greatest children's books of all time: "Charlotte's Web") is an added bonus. A book to keep in your bedside stack of books, for reading over and over.
Returning to an interest of my long-ago schooldays, I’ve just finished reading “The Lives and Times of Archy and Mehitabel” by Don Marquis, a New York newspaper columnist who was pleased to realize that, as E.B. White points out in his introduction to the collection, writing free verse was a great way to fill a great many column inches with a minimum of labor. Although the results of his efforts range from delightful to dull, the poems are usually fun to read, and I’m as impressed as ever by Marquis’s inspired idea of writing in the persona of a free-verse poet reincarnated as a cockroach whose best friend is an alley cat with her own history of past lives. And this edition's George Herriman pictures are a fine bonus. Good stuff. Definitely recommended.
Of all the literary genres, humor has the shortest shelf life—except for Archy and Mehitabel, that is. First published in 1916, it is a classic of American literature. Archy is a cockroach, inside whom resides the soul of a free-verse poet; he communicates with Don Marquis by leaping upon the keys of the columnist’s typewriter. In poems of varying length, Archy pithily describes his wee world, the main fixture of which is Mehitabel, a devil-may-care alley cat. Genres Poetry
archy my beautiful verse libre bard it was a delight to get to read the entirety of your collection i wish you could rate with a point five since this is a four point five of a book the archy on strike stuff plus the pete the pug stuff is woolly at best
but on the whole i wish that i could write half as thoughtfully or as entertainingly as you
This is an old book but so many of the messages still apply to today. The author uses animals to bring up things humans might get in trouble for saying which is brilliant in my opinion. I never wanted it to end. Instant favorite.
Pretty thoroughly charming! And despite many of the writings being about 100 years old, really doesn’t feel very dated. A lot of the humour and the themes still resonate, especially around class and labour.
I was excited to read this book after encountering E.B. White's introduction to it (in a collection of E.B. White's work), and still it managed to surpass my expectations.
The premise is that a cockroach is possessed by the transmigrated soul of a free verse poet named Archy, and Archy types poems every night in the office of a newspaper columnist (Don Marquis) by hopping and pounding each typewriter key with his head. Don Marquis first employed the Archy character in 1916. The column remained popular throughout the 1920s, and collections of the popular column entries began to appear in the 1930s.
Since he can't hold down the shift key, Archy's works are free of capitalization and punctuation. His sidekick is a dancing alley cat named Mehitabel (who claims to be possessed by the transmigrated soul of Cleopatra, among others). Together, they cover a broad number of subjects, including politics, the arts, economics, and alcohol...they have lots to say about alcohol.
These are a few of my favorite Archyisms:
an optimist is a guy that has never had much experience
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prohibition makes you want to cry into your beer and denies you the beer to cry into
When I was a little kid we had two frogs in a terrarium: a tree frog named Archy and a bullfrog named Mehitabel. I'd always wondered about their namesakes, and it's astonishing that I waited nearly four decades to explore further.
I really wanted to like Archy & Mehitabel. Anything with such a strong connection to my early childhood really ought to be liked. Also, it's such a perfect fit for me: weird poetry written by a Blatella germanica with illustrations by the immortal George Harriman (of Krazy Kat fame). I'd always imagined it as humorous and light-hearted. Was astonished to find Archy's writings so philosophical. And dark—very dark. Mehitabel is even worse: a criminally irresponsible nihilist, without even the saving grace of being funny like Space Moose. By reading The Lives and Times of archy & mehitabel I lost some of the innocence of youth I'd carefully preserved from ages ago.
I guess it's fitting that one morning we checked in on our frogs just in time to see the last of Archy's feet disappearing down Mehitabel's gullet.
This has been in my TBR for over 15 years and I figured that as I'm home and need a break from cleaning, organizing, & moving furniture that I'd take the time to read it... Also I haven't been to the Library in about a week, so I'm out of my current interests.
Archy is a cockroach (who in another life was a famous poet) that writes poetry & a journal of sorts..... he does this by using a typewriter, jumping on the keys in order to strike a letter. Because he is only able to hit one key at a time, there is not punctuation or capital letters used in his prose.
Archy has a friend, Mehitabel, an stray cat who in a previous life was Cleopatra. Archy write a lot about his friendship w/ Mehitable and her life as well as writing about rats, other insects, people, and other cats.
I'm not going to say that I "liked" this, but considering when it was written it is extremely clever & entertaining.... Therefore the number of stars.
One of the best gifts I got from my grandmother was a subscription to Children's Digest. Therein I made the acquaintance of people like Tintin, and Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats--and archy and mehitabel.
I won't say I always agreed with the sentiments expressed. There's a point where archy rebukes bridge players, because they put excessive effort into achieving nothing. As opposed to? What does he recommend as an alternative? I think of it as like the British king who is said to've tried to outlaw golf, because it was distracting people from archery practice. There're people who would consider BOTH a waste of time. Who's setting the priorities?
This book is an old favorite. It begins with a beautiful introduction by E.B. White and leads into a hilarious account of a cockroach named Archy, the reincarnation of a free verse poet. He needs to throw himself onto the typewriter keys, head first, in order to communicate with Don Marquis (journalist/author). Other characters include Freddy the rat, a reincarnated poet, as well, and Mehitabel the cat, who believes she was once Cleopatra. This is a hoot and a half. Interesting factoid...these characters were originally appeared in Marquis's Sun Dial column in 1916-18. Can't imagine these whimsical columns in today's newspapers, and that is a darned shame.
for some reason a copy of this was in my parents home forever though i don't think they ever read it and probably never knew it was there. i discovered it one day when i was in my late teens. i read it and loved it and eventually just took it when i left home because nobody else even knew it was there. i still have it. and i bought another copy with a dust jacket so now i own two.
this is a real classic of early 20th century newspaper columnar poetry. it's definitely worth looking into for anyone who has a bit of nostalgia for the days when real cockroaches used manual typewriters and pounded out work by the serious sweat of their little brows, night after night.