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“Spike through the Ages” is on display on the second floor of McCabe
Library, right by the back staircase. Highlights of the party included a
warm speech from library liaison Ann Wheeler, party favors, and seven
varieties of ginger ale courtesy of graduating editor John C. Williams
‘06.

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1-900-OH-CAPTN
What Kind of Problem Drinker are You?
Spike How-to
Some older stuff from the Spike vault. Unfortunately, the authors of these articles are either
dissipated or dead so we can’t reach them.
--Jon,
Managing Editor
1-900-OH-CAPTN
Welcome
to the Walt Whitman phone sex hotline, where all your dirtiest
literary fantasies come true—in verse. In just moments you’ll be connected with the sexy old
man himself, reciting the hottest selections of his poetry,
chosen especially to suit the caller’s desires. Let “Song of Myself” become song of yourself, too,
and you’ll be letting out barbaric yawps until dawn. And yes, the rumors are true:
his beard is huge.
| Caller: |
What are you wearing? |
| Whitman: |
My deer-skin
leggings. (329) |
| Caller: |
So rugged…I like
rugged men. |
| Whitman: |
Washes and razors
for foofoos—for me freckles and a bristling beard. (458) |
| Caller: |
Oh yeah. Are you turned on right now? |
| Whitman: |
I hear the voice of my little captain.
(914) |
| We must have a turn together—I
undress—hurry me out of sight of the land; |
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Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse; (445-6) |
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Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale, nor discarded. (137) |
| Caller: |
Ok, I’m taking off
my leggings too, baby…Ok. |
| Whitman: |
It is middling well
as far as it goes,—But is that all? (1022) |
| Caller: |
Hey! |
| Whitman: |
What is a man,
anyhow? What am I? What are you? (383) |
| Caller: |
I, uh—you’re a
big, sexy man, and I want you to— |
| Whitman: |
I dote on myself—there is that lot of me, and all so
luscious; (546) |
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The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer; (521) |
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I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
(393) |
| Caller: |
Hey man, what about
me? I’m paying $3.99 a minute for this! |
| Whitman: |
I do not say these
things for a dollar.
(1244) |
| The clock indicates the
moment—but what does eternity indicate? (1134) |
| Caller: |
[dial tone] |
| Whitman: |
O I am wonderful!
(542) |
| Caller: |
Hi…um, I’ve never done this before, so… |
| Whitman: |
Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess
the origin of all poems. (25) |
| Caller: |
Oh, wow. Okay. So,
um, I have this fantasy about, you know, animals. Horses. |
| Whitman: |
This hour I tell
things in confidence; |
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I might not tell everybody, but I
will tell you. (379-80) |
| Caller: |
You mean you feel
the same way? |
| Whitman: |
I stand and look at them long and long (684). |
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Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on
brotherly terms. |
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A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to
my caresses, |
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Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, |
| Limbs glossy and supple, tail
dusting the ground, |
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Eyes full of sparkling wickedness—ears finely cut,
flexibly moving. |
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His nostril dilate, as my heels embrace him; |
| His well-built limbs tremble with
pleasure, as we race around and return. |
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I but use you a moment, then I resign you, stallion.
(698-705) |
| Caller: |
Oh, oh my god, oh
that was so hot! |
| Whitman: |
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so
placid and self-contain’d (683) |
| Caller: |
Oh, well, I just
want to have sex with them. |
| Whitman: |
Not I—not any one else, can travel that road for you, |
| You must travel it for yourself. (1207-8) |
| Caller: |
Hello? |
| Whitman: |
Say, old Top-knot! what do you want?
(987) |
| Caller: |
I need a large
pizza, half sausage, half mushroom, and an order of breadsticks
with— |
| Whitman: |
Come now, I will
not be tantalized—you conceive too much of articulation.
(566) |
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What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me. (250) |
| Caller: |
Wait, is this
Pizza
Palace? |
| Whitman: |
Walt Whitman am I, a Kosmos, of mighty
Manhattan
the son, |
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Turbulent, fleshy and sensual, eating, drinking and
breeding. (493-4) |
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Through me forbidden voices; |
| Voice of sexes and lusts—voices
veil’d, and I remove the veil; |
| Voices indecent, by me clarified
and transfigur’d. (512-14) |
| Caller: |
So you’re like some kind of dirty poet?
That’s creepy, dude—like you ever get laid. |
| Whitman: |
My lovers suffocate me! |
| Crowding my lips, thick in the
pores of my skin, |
| Jostling me through streets and
public halls—coming naked to me at night.
(1169-71) |
| Caller: |
Sure, whatever, man. |
| Whitman: |
Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore; |
| Twenty-eight young men, and all so
friendly: (191-2) |
| Taunt my dizzy ears, and beat me
violently over the head with whip-stocks.
(842) |
| Caller: |
Look, I’m not into
that stuff. I just want some pizza.
(Hangs up). |
| Whitman: |
Did it make you
ache so, leaving me? (640) |
What Kind of Problem Drinker are You?
1. What are you most likely
to do at a party?
a. Dance, grope, kiss
sloppily, stage whisper.
b. Dance, yell, joke,
argue—until I wander off at
3 a.m.
to be alone and cry.
c. All I know is that when I
woke up, my hand was covered in blood and a cop was standing
over me.
2. Describe your figure.
a. Fairly slender, although
all the cocktails have left a layer of soft, puffy flesh evenly
distributed over my body.
b. I have something of a
beer gut. You know, from the beer.
c. Rail thin—I can’t
hold down much solid food anymore.
3. If you were to call an
ex-lover whilst intoxicated, which of the following would you be
most likely to say?
a. “Heyyyy! What is UP?
You should totally come out to ------.
No you totally should! My night will be so much better
with you in it…”
b. “It’s me. Yeah, I’m
okay…I’m sorry I haven’t called you in six months…I was
just sitting here, drinking, thinking about the people I
love…”
c. “Marry me. I need you,
baby, marry me. What? You whore! You FUCKING WHORE!”
4.
Do you drink on weekdays?
a. No, unless there’s an
especially hot party.
b. Yeah.
c. Well, it’s Monday, and
I haven’t had a drink yet—it’s Thursday? Are you sure?
Shit, man.
5. How many days of work or
class do you miss annually due to hangovers?
a. 0-2. Don’t ask me to be
anywhere on Sunday before
2 p.m.
, though.
b. Enough to make my boss or
professors thoroughly dislike me.
c. Not applicable.
6. Do you partake in any
other mind-altering substances?
a. Maybe ecstasy or cocaine
on special occasions.
b.
No. I don’t do drugs. Booze isn’t a drug.
c. Why, do you want
something? I can get it for you.
7. Compare your drunk
personality to your sober personality.
a. Drunk Me is me, but
sluttier and more flirtatious.
b. Drunk Me is me, but
louder and more emotional.
c. Drunk Me does horrible
things that Sober Me would never, ever do. Sober Me is
mild-mannered and considerate and could really use a goddamn
drink.
8. Have you ever sustained
injury because you were drunk?
a. Twisted ankles and
hickeys, mostly.
b. I’ve injured myself a
few times when doing stunts to entertain my friends—maybe put
out a cigarette or two in my hand on a particularly bad night.
c. My insides hurt real bad
all the time.
9. Your thoughts on the Dead
Kennedys song “Too Drunk To Fuck”:
a. Too drunk for sex?
Preposterous.
b. Funny, but hits a little
close to home.
c. I find I have the
opposite problem.
10. Finally, let me buy you
a drink.
a. I’ll have something in
a martini glass that isn’t a martini, please.
b. A beer…hell, make it
whisky shots.
c. A big bottle of anything.
Thank you so much, thank you, thank you.
RESULTS
Mostly A’s: You are a lush,
also known as a Sex in the
City drunk. You’re highly functional but you wouldn’t
know what to do with yourself at a dry party. For you, alcohol
is all about hedonism and glamour, and you prefer drinks that
taste good. Frankly, we think you’re a sissy, but don’t let
that stop you from shaking your moneymaker.
Since your dependency doesn’t affect your career too
much, your habits will probably remain unchanged until one day
you’re sixty-five and sleazing on the cute young bartender and
creeping everyone else the fuck out.
Mostly B’s: You are an alcoholic,
the good old-fashioned kind that uses booze to drown sorrows,
bolster confidence, and get sloppy and out of hand on a regular
basis. You might be
on thin ice in your personal and professional/academic life, but
don’t call AA just yet. You might only be an A.U.G.—an
alcoholic until graduation, the one who sorts his or her shit
out when reality slaps him or her in his or her face.
If that’s not the case, just try and take comfort in
the fact that your children will one day create very moving art
about how you smacked them around when they were in elementary
school.
Mostly C’s:
You are a drunk.
Sweetie, we’re sorry. We’ll drop some change in your paper
cup on our way to work one day.
We’d let you crash at our place but you’d just pawn
the DVD player and piss on the couch.
Your only hope is going to jail or finding religion, and
no, Buddhism doesn’t count.
Enjoy your last few years of having a full set of teeth.
Spike How-To
Naming pets and babies
- First of all, do not
confuse pet names with baby names.
Examples of pet names: Muffin, Boo boo, Misty, Rusty, Mr.
Buttons, Killer. Examples of baby names: Molly, Robert, Joe, Amber, Hortense
(n.b.: place names are neither people names nor pet
names. Examples: Troy, Paris, Montana, India, Detroit)
- Naming your pet after a human celebrity can be a good idea (Sid Vicious, Tolstoy, Grover
Cleveland, Beyoncé), but naming a pet after a famous animal
(Lassie, Milo, Otis, Tigger, Nemo) just shows unoriginality
- Are you torn between a
hippie name (Rivers, Luna, Yes, Aurora, Patchouli) and a yuppie
name (Madison, Alston, Grayson, Harrison, Dawson) for your baby?
Then you shouldn’t be reproducing anyway, you tool.
- It is best to avoid
exceedingly common names (Sarah, Emily, David, John) because an
unfortunate identifying modifier may become attached.
Examples
1. “So Katie called me last night…”
“Hot Katie?”
“No, non-hot Katie.”
2. “Is Metallica Mike still
selling?”
- Those who are minimalists
or just lazy may prefer to simply refer to their dog as
“Dog” or their cat as “The Cat.” This is never
inappropriate and also conveniently clues in potential romantic
partners to what a cold, emotionally distant person you are.
- Biblical names convey both
righteousness and power to smite.
Think Old Testament (Nehemiah, Enoch, Bathsheba, Issachar).
- If you add/change letters in a boring name, it will magically become lots cooler! (Krystal,
Kathrynne, Jäymz.)
Weight Loss
- Stop eating.
Alternatives to food: Coffee, diet coke, speed,
cigarettes, Buddhism
- For those moments of weakness when your resolve fails, make sure you have on-hand a
toothbrush with a smooth, slightly rounded handle that won’t
irritate your uvula.
- Go to the gym twice a day.
Never change out of your gym clothes, even to go to dinner or
the library. Mention that you just were/are about to go to the
gym as much as possible. Ask everyone you talk to if they want
to “hit the gym” later.
- Move to a third world
country.
- If you must consume alcohol, work off the calories with frenetic dancing and wild
sex with strangers.
- Get a job involving manual labor.
- Save the money you would
have spent on food—you’ll need to stock up on breath mints
and Crest Whitestrips™. After all that coffee, vomit, and tobacco, you’re going to have one
majorly rank orifice.
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