Glover, from all I've heard, is certifiably nuts- he once wrote an article about his desire to murder Steven Spielberg, and also once directed a movie with an all-retarded cast.

Maybe you've got it all wrong.

Perhaps Crispin Glover is another one of those "misunderstood geniuses".

Either way, anybody who's willing to throw a kick at Letterman's head - while wearing the biggest damn pair of platform shoes I ever saw, and shouting "I am strong!" - is A-ok in my book.

If nothing else, it made for memorable television. It ranks right up there with the time Madonna said the f-word like a billion times in a row.

pete

What was the reason for Glover trying to kick David's head in?

Yellow thoughts on a Blue Monday - an Ode to Crispin H. Glover

I wandered lonely as a cloud, trawling the Internet for some light and daffodils ... and then I stumbled upon the written thoughts of one Crispin Hellion Glover. I dig daffodils.

It must be really cool to be an "intellectual" and get to write all sorts of gifted, insightful things, for the rest of us minions to spend the rest of our banal lives trying to figure out. In Mr. G's myriad and labyrinthine hypotheses, Sir Spielberg gets it in the neck for all time; counter-culture gets a big push forward into the 22nd Century but where does that leave us ordinary folks? And does anybody really care?

Perplexing stuff He doth write. Annoyingly brilliant pieces of illumination into all matters of subjects - the man, clearly, is a genius and not of This Earth; sent from the heavens above or the planets beyond, from out there in the farthest reaches of our muddled Universe, to cast all manner of confusion and mayhem onto an already fucked up global society - leaving us to ponder "What is it?"

But have you Read him? Of course, that must be one of the chic topics of conversation at most New York dinner parties ... being able to sally forth after the hellishly expensive but stylish Sushi starter and dazzle the assembled luminaries with quotable Crispin-dotes. Alas, I am not so lucky and I have a habit (eventually) of killing my idols - so I am suspicious of Mr. Glover. Suspicious of the ideas he casually tosses into the Ether. Careful not to try and digest it all at one sitting. Worried by his influence on my already battered psyche. Dumbstruck by the elegance of his dissertations. And so on and so on ...

Al Jourgensen (from Ministry - and if you don't know who they are, you have no right reading this!) was also (and still is, I might add) one of my all time favourite anti-culture Heroes. He's still bashing away at the American Dream, still screaming his head off at all and sundry. All power to the New World Order (har har, my joke). He's probably good mates with 'ol Cris.

But, she asks, in all naivety, batting her eyelashes seductively - how can you bash something you're already firmly entrenched in? How can you bash something that you are a part of and contributing to on a daily basis? How can you be inside the belly of the Beast and still manage to keep your saintly ethical cultural standards intact? That's why I'm suspicious of Mr. Glover, Mr. Jourgensen, Bono et al ... at least Kurt Cobain had the good grace to off himself before he was tarnished with this insidiously compelling brush.

Don't get me wrong - I love Crispin (in my mind). I hate him as well (because he would never talk to and insect like me). I am inspired by his ideas and frustrated by them at the same time. He enrages me with all the trifling diddle dallying around - deconstructing the printed word and pasting it back together again - like some crazy patchwork quilt of thought processes. I'm talking here about his books - wherein he uses archaic material and splices in all manner of weird stuff - similar to what's happening at the moment with popular music. Techno Sampling. Musical plagiarism. Is that what Mr. Glover is doing? Is there an original thought there? Read and weep all you doubting Thomas-like Philistines.

He would confound any Supercomputer; he is illogical, logical, sane and insane all at the same time. Some sort of Enigma. Which means that for the ignorant (like me, poor sod) he is mysteriously unintelligible but for anyone who knows him, he's just your average bloke, making a living the best way he knows how. Having sex, eating his breakfast, going to the loo, picking his nose (and what a divine nose that is, by the way). He probably has sweaty socks (though I can't imagine it). He leaves streaks in his underpants and he vomits when he's had too much to drink - all the normal "guy stuff" that makes us girls weak at the knees. If I was asked to think of a song that could possibly sum him up, it would be "The Whole of the Moon" by the Waterboys. I pictured a rainbow ... you held it in your hands. I had flashes - but you saw the plan.

All Power to the Revolution - wherever it is. Have a Nice Day. Thank you for your time ... blah blah....

I don't know how Crispin can be so wonderful or why I didn't know more about him before now. Just to know that he is alive right now makes me so happy!! He is my hero and he is so hillarious. omg. I don't think he's from this world.

Btw he didn't kick dave's head in Letterman is an idiot who has no sense of humor. Crispin came on as Rubin Farr a character from Rubin & Ed. Everywhere I post this is all you seem to talk about. Glover is alright I think we should go back to a system of monarchy and he should be our god. And lucinda how can you have doubts about Crispin. He is as real as it gets in fact I'm not sure if I am real but I know he is that's how sure I am. jk You get the idea