{"id":417,"date":"2007-03-23T21:01:08","date_gmt":"2007-03-23T19:01:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.islaplanesia.com\/blog\/index.php\/archive\/graham-chapman-memorial\/"},"modified":"2011-08-31T23:05:17","modified_gmt":"2011-08-31T21:05:17","slug":"graham-chapman-memorial","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.islaplanesia.com\/blog\/index.php\/archive\/graham-chapman-memorial\/","title":{"rendered":"Graham Chapman Memorial"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cuando muera quiero un funeral como el de Graham Chapman<\/strong>, <\/a>uno de los miembros de Monty Python. <\/p>\n

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Traducci\u00f3n del v\u00eddeo al Espa\u00f1ol:<\/p>\n

Graham Chapman, coautor del Sketch de \u00abEl Loro Muerto\u00bb, ya existe.
\nHa dejado de ser, a pasado a mejor vida, descansa en paz, la ha palmado, se ha ido al m\u00e1s all\u00e1, mordido el polvo, la ha di\u00f1ado, ha exhalado su \u00faltimo aliento, y ha ido a encontrarse con el Gran Jefe del Entretenimiento Ligero en los cielos.<\/p>\n

Y supongo que todos pensamos lo triste que es que un hombre de tal talento, tal capacidad y amabilidad, de tal inteligencia, se haya desvanecido tan de repente a la edad de tan s\u00f3lo cuarenta y ocho a\u00f1os, antes de que pudiese alcanzar muchas de las cosas de las que era capaz, y antes de que se hubiese divertido lo suficiente.<\/p>\n

Bueno, creo que deber\u00eda decir: \u00abChorradas. Que tenga buen viaje, el cabr\u00f3n aprovechado este. Espero que se fr\u00eda\u00bb.<\/p>\n

Y la raz\u00f3n por la que pienso que deber\u00eda decir esto es que el n\u00fanca me perdonar\u00eda si no lo hiciese, si dejase pasar esta maravillosa oportunidad de tomaros el pelo en su honor. Lo ten\u00eda todo salvo el buen gusto constante. Pude oirle ayer por la noche, mientras escrib\u00eda estas palabras, susurr\u00e1ndome al oido:<\/p>\n

\u00abVale, Cleese, est\u00e1s muy orgulloso de ser la primera persona que dijo \u00abmierda\u00bb en la televisi\u00f3n brit\u00e1nica. Si este acto es para m\u00ed, para empezar, quiero que seas la primera persona que diga \u00abJoder!\u00bb en un funeral brit\u00e1nico.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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El resto de la transcripci\u00f3n, gracias a Minino, un lector. Much\u00edsimas gracias \ud83d\ude00<\/p>\n

El problema es que no puedo hacerlo. Si \u00e9l estuviera conmigo ahora probablemente tendr\u00eda el coraje para hacerlo, porque siempre me transmit\u00eda su audacia. Pero lo cierto es que me faltan sus huevos, su maravillosa capacidad de desaf\u00edo. As\u00ed que me tendr\u00e9 que contentar con decir “Betty Mardsen…”<\/p>\n

Pero hoy habr\u00e1 esp\u00edritus mucho m\u00e1s audaces y desinhibidos que yo. Jones e Idle, Gilliam y Palin. S\u00f3lo Dios sabe lo que nos depara la hora siguiente en el nombre de Graham. Pantalones ca\u00eddos, blasfemos sobre pogos, incre\u00edbles demostraciones de pedorretas a alta velocidad, incesto sincronizado. Uno de los cuatro planea meterse por el culo un ocelote muerto y una m\u00e1quina de escribir Remington de 1922 con el acompa\u00f1amiento de el segundo movimiento del concierto para chelo de Elgar. Y eso s\u00f3lo en la primera parte.<\/p>\n

Porque, ver\u00e9is, Gray lo hubiera querido as\u00ed. De verdad. Cualquier cosa por \u00e9l, salvo buen gusto descerebrado. Y eso es lo que simpre recordar\u00e9 de \u00e9l, adem\u00e1s naturalmente de su extravagancia ol\u00edmpica. Era el pr\u00edncipe del mal gusto. Le encantaba escandalizar. De hecho, Gray, personificaba y simbolizaba m\u00e1s que nadie que haya conocido todo aquello que era m\u00e1s ofensivo y juvenil de los Monty Python. Y su gusto por impactar a la gente le llevo a logros cada vez mejores. Me gusta pensar que fue una luz pionera qe iluminaba el camino que pod\u00edan continuar esp\u00edritus m\u00e1s t\u00e9nues.<\/p>\n

Algunos recuerdos. Recuerdo escribir el discurso del sepulturero con \u00e9l: “Muy bien, nos la comeremos, pero si luego te sientes mal, cabamos una tumba y vomitas en ella”. Recuerdo descubrir en 1969, cuando escrib\u00edamos cada d\u00eda en el piso que Connie Booth y yo compart\u00edamos, que hab\u00eda descubierto recientemente el juego de escribir palabras de 4 letras en peque\u00f1os cuadraditos de papel, y que sigilosamente iba colocando en puntos estrat\u00e9gicos del piso, haciendo que Connie y yo nos vi\u00e9ramos envueltos en fren\u00e9ticas b\u00fasquedas de papelitos en el \u00faltimo minuto cada vez que esperabamos visitas importantes a casa.<\/p>\n

Lo recuerdo en las fiestas de la BBC, arrastr\u00e1ndose a 4 patas y restreg\u00e1ndose contra las piernas de ejecutivos vestidos en traje gris, para luego mordisquear las m\u00e1s apetecibles pantorrillas femeninas. De eso tambi\u00e9n se acuerda la sra. de Eric Morecambe.<\/p>\n

Recuerdo cuando lo invitaron a hablar en la sindical de Oxford, y como entr\u00f3 en la c\u00e1mara vestido de zanahoria -un traje naranja que lo cubr\u00eda por entero terminado en una brillante ramita verde a modo de sombrero-, y a continuaci\u00f3n, cuando lleg\u00f3 su turno de hablar, se neg\u00f3 a hacerlo. Se qued\u00f3 all\u00ed, literalmente mudo, durante 20 minutos, soriendo beatificamente. La \u00fanica ocasi\u00f3n en la historia del mundo en que un hombre completamente mudo ha conseguido iniciar una revuelta.<\/p>\n

Recuerdo a Graham recibiendo un premio de TV de la revista Sun de manos de Reggie Maudling. \u00a1Qui\u00e9n si no! Y tomar el premio y caerse al suelo, y arrastr\u00e1ndose hasta su mesa, gritando lo m\u00e1s alto que pod\u00eda. Y si record\u00e1is a Gray, ya sab\u00e9is que era de verdad alto.<\/p>\n

Es magn\u00edfico \u00bfverdad? Lo curioso de escandalizar… no es que moleste a alguna gente; creo que proporciona a otros un momentaneo gozo liberador, pues nos damos cuenta en ese instante de que las normas sociales que constri\u00f1en nuestras vidas no son tan importantes en realidad.<\/p>\n

Bien, Gray ya no puede hacer eso por nosotros. Se ha ido. Es un ex-Chapman. Todo lo que nos queda de \u00e9l son nuestros recuerdos. Pero pasar\u00e1 tiempo antes de que se desvanezcan.<\/p>\n

Transcripci\u00f3n en ingl\u00e9s (en negrita, el trozo del v\u00eddeo)<\/p>\n

Graham Chapman, co-author of the ‘Parrot Sketch,’ is no more. <\/p>\n

He has ceased to be, bereft of life, he rests in peace, he has kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed his last, and gone to meet the Great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky.<\/p>\n

And I guess that we’re all thinking how sad it is that a man of such talent, such capability and kindness, of such intelligence should now be so suddenly spirited away at the age of only forty-eight, before he’d achieved many of the things of which he was capable, and before he’d had enough fun. <\/p>\n

Well, I feel that I should say, \u00abNonsense. Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard! I hope he fries. \u00bb <\/p>\n

And the reason I think I should say this is, he would never forgive me if I didn’t, if I threw away this glorious opportunity to shock you all on his behalf. Anything for him but mindless good taste. I could hear him whispering in my ear last night as I was writing this: <\/p>\n

\u00abAlright, Cleese, you’re very proud of being the first person to ever say ‘shit’ on British television. If this service is really for me, just for starters, I want you to be the first person ever at a British memorial service to say ‘fuck’!\u00bb <\/strong><\/p>\n

You see, the trouble is, I can’t. If he were here with me now I would probably have the courage, because he always emboldened me. But the truth is, I lack his balls, his splendid defiance. And so I’ll have to content myself instead with saying ‘Betty Mardsen…’ <\/p>\n

But bolder and less inhibited spirits than me follow today. Jones and Idle, Gilliam and Palin. Heaven knows what the next hour will bring in Graham’s name. Trousers dropping, blasphemers on pogo sticks, spectacular displays of high-speed farting, synchronised incest. One of the four is planning to stuff a dead ocelot and a 1922 Remington typewriter up his own arse to the sound of the second movement of Elgar’s cello concerto. And that’s in the first half. <\/p>\n

Because you see, Gray would have wanted it this way. Really. Anything for him but mindless good taste. And that’s what I’ll always remember about him—apart, of course, from his Olympian extravagance. He was the prince of bad taste. He loved to shock. In fact, Gray, more than anyone I knew, embodied and symbolised all that was most offensive and juvenile in Monty Python. And his delight in shocking people led him on to greater and greater feats. I like to think of him as the pioneering beacon that beat the path along which fainter spirits could follow. <\/p>\n

Some memories. I remember writing the undertaker speech with him, and him suggesting the punch line, ‘All right, we’ll eat her, but if you feel bad about it afterwards, we’ll dig a grave and you can throw up into it.’ I remember discovering in 1969, when we wrote every day at the flat where Connie Booth and I lived, that he’d recently discovered the game of printing four-letter words on neat little squares of paper, and then quietly placing them at strategic points around our flat, forcing Connie and me into frantic last minute paper chases whenever we were expecting important guests. <\/p>\n

I remember him at BBC parties crawling around on all fours, rubbing himself affectionately against the legs of gray-suited executives, and delicately nibbling the more appetizing female calves. Mrs. Eric Morecambe remembers that too. <\/p>\n

I remember his being invited to speak at the Oxford union, and entering the chamber dressed as a carrot—a full length orange tapering costume with a large, bright green sprig as a hat—-and then, when his turn came to speak, refusing to do so. He just stood there, literally speechless, for twenty minutes, smiling beatifically. The only time in world history that a totally silent man has succeeded in inciting a riot. <\/p>\n

I remember Graham receiving a Sun newspaper TV award from Reggie Maudling. Who else! And taking the trophy falling to the ground and crawling all the way back to his table, screaming loudly, as loudly as he could. And if you remember Gray, that was very loud indeed. <\/p>\n

It is magnificent, isn’t it? You see, the thing about shock… is not that it upsets some people, I think; I think that it gives others a momentary joy of liberation, as we realised in that instant that the social rules that constrict our lives so terribly are not actually very important. <\/p>\n

Well, Gray can’t do that for us anymore. He’s gone. He is an ex-Chapman. All we have of him now is our memories. But it will be some time before they fade.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Cuando muera quiero un funeral como el de Graham Chapman, uno de los miembros de Monty Python. Traducci\u00f3n del v\u00eddeo al Espa\u00f1ol: Graham Chapman, coautor del Sketch de \u00abEl Loro Muerto\u00bb, ya existe. Ha dejado de ser, a pasado a mejor…<\/p>\n

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