O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
How profound now these words are.
I felt like a ton of bricks had fallen upon me when the news broke of Robin Williams death.
It doesn’t feel real, I don’t want it to be real. I thought the death of James Gandolfini last year had affected me, my God … Robin Williams has floored me.
I sat in front of the TV for hours and hours to see and hear everything I could, tonight things taped still not seen. I needed a break. I feel like an OD victim so overwhelmed and grief-stricken.
Where James Gandolfini was an exceptional actor and also a devout supporter of our troops, he only came into my world with the onset of The Soprano’s. But Robin, I was a Johnny Carson Tonight Show junkie. I don’t think I missed a show from 16 years-old on unless hospitalized when sick and probably not even then.
On July 25th my right eye went blurred and seeing double, I haven’t posted a thing since the 24th, MRI/MRA later and awaiting results I had to write something to pay homage to a man who brought so much joy, laughter, tears to everyone else’s life. I had to gather my thoughts but so hard to do because it still hasn’t sunk in that Robin is really gone now from this life. It just does not seem like reality, on the other hand beyond way too much reality, more like a nightmare we all want to just wake up from. Because Robin Williams was the life of everybody’s party.
His first appearance on the Tonight Show was hysterical and every appearance after. I had never seen anybody who could just do spot on improv and be that outrageous the way he could.
When you could make Carson laugh until tears ran down his face you knew this man would be a star, but then I never imagined to what degree or magnitude that he would become.
His comedic genius was only the beginning, the acting was phenomenal whether comedy or drama. The passion of some of his characters would leave you speechless.
In Memory of Jan-Michael Vincent.
I am angered that it took them a month to report his passing. Feb. 10th.
He was no forgotten star in my eyes. News now entitling their articles “Heart Throb” of the 80’s dies. Got news for them, Jan was a Heart Throb from the 1960’s.
God what a fox.
First time I ever laid my eyes on him was in Danger Island, apart of The Banana Splits Adventure Hour and I was hooked. My crush of jr. high (68′-70′), then when Tribes a TV film came out in 1970 and his hair got longer even more. As you can tell from the picture of him from that film above. I didn’t think I’d ever get over hating Earl Holliman. Lol
Basically watched every film after he was in through 1980. Other favorites:
Going Home with Robert Mitchum and Brenda Vaccaro
The Mechanic with Charles Bronson
Buster and Billie
Baby Blue Marine
I remember catching an episode of Marcus Welby MD in the early 70’s, Jan played a teenage alcoholic, sadly in life what would ultimately lead to his demise later in life.
In 83′ I would watch The Winds of War that would hook him up again with Robert Mitchum.
By time Airwolf came on TV in 84′ and ended in 86′ I wasn’t ever home to watch it. Always admiring Ernie Borgnine and loving Jan I would have enjoyed it. I’ve never even seen it in reruns, if ever shown again I’ll make it a point to watch.
But early on he captured many hearts and long before the 80’s. It’s sad when somebody dies from my parents era of entertainment but when it come from mine own even more devastating. One by one whether musicians or actors, you realize you’re only still a hippie in mind, heart and yeah soul… but..
We are aging.
So with Jan’s death comes a sadness yet the memories he gave and left us with will always bring a smile. That good looking guy with the beautiful blue eyes to match the talent will fondly be missed and remembered.
His star didn’t fall, it burns brightly up in the Heaven’s.
Hopefully he has found the peace in Heaven that he could never seem to find here on earth.
Rest well Jan and enjoy Heaven.
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