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Eile öösel sattusin poeesia küüsi. Et oleks ikka kinganduse vahele kultuurat ka (glamur i diskurs). Ma teadsin seda Waitsi laulu küll, aga Burma Shave’i fenomenist sain teada alles nüüd. Et 1920ndatest 1950ndateni olid Ameerika maanteeveered täis poeetilisi reklaamplakateid, mis vahel manitsesid küll liiklusohutusele, kuid tavaliselt reklaamisid siiski Burma Shave’i hunnitut habemeajamisvahtu, mis mehed musitamisväärseks teeb. Mõned mu lemmikud:

His face was loved

By just his mother

He Burma Shaved

And now – oh brother!

 ***

Dinah doesn’t

Treat him right

But if he’d shave

Dynamite!

***

 He’s a boy

The gals forgot

His line was smooth

His chin was not

***

My job is keeping

Faces clean

And nobody knows

De stubble

I’ve seen.

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