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ISSUE 244 Date: 6th July 2012
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Bette Davis (unknown) "She did it the hard way"
Jefferson Davis (unknown) "At Rest An American Soldier
And Defender of the Constitution"
Sammy Davis Jr. (by Altovise Davis and his children) "The Entertainer. He Did it All."
Emily Dickinson (herself) "Called back"
Curly Joe DeRita (unknown) "The Last Stooge" Last surviving member of The Three
Stooges.
John Donne (Himself)
"He lies here in the dust but beholds Him
whose name is Rising."
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (unknown) "Steel true blade straight"
Diophantus of Alexandria (unknown) "This tomb holds Diophantus. Ah, what a marvel! And the tomb tells scientifi-
cally the measure of his life. God vouchsafed that he should be a boy for the sixth part of his life; when a twelfth
was added, his cheeks acquired a beard; He kindled for him the light of marriage after a seventh, and in the fifth
year after his marriage He granted him a son. Alas! late-begotten and miserable child, when he had reached the
measure of half his father's life, the chill grave took him. After consoling his grief by this science of numbers for
four years, he reached the end of his life."
Wyatt Earp (unknown) Nothing's So Sacred As Honor
And Nothing's So Loyal As Love.
Edward I of England (unknown) "Hic est Edwardvs Primus Scottorum Malleus"
Translation: "Here is Edward I, Hammer of the Scots"
William Faulkner (unknown)- 1897-1962 Belove'd Go With God.
W.C. Fields (unknown)- 1880-1946 "W. C. Fields 1880 - 1946"
1925 article Vanity Fair Fields proposed the epitaph "Here lies W.C. Fields. I would rather be living in Philadelphia."
because of his long-standing jokes about Philadelphia (where he was born) This is often repeated as "On the
whole, I'd rather be in Philadelphia." His tomb at Forest Lawn in Glendale, California reads as above.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (himself; from The Great Gatsby) "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back
ceaselessly into the past."
Benjamin Franklin (himself)
"The Body of B. Franklin, printer
Like the Cover of an old Book
Its Contents torn out
And stripped of its Lettering & Gilding
Lies here food for worms
For, it will as he believed appear once more
In a new and more elegant edition
Corrected and improved by the Author."
Robert Frost (himself) "I had a lover's quarrel with the world"
R. Buckminster Fuller (himself) "Call Me Trimtab" A trimtab is part of a rudder for a ship and controls the direc-
tion of the craft.
John Gay (himself) 1635 - 1732
"Life's a jest, and all things show it;
I thought so once, and now I know it."
LIFE OBSERVATIONS
It‟s been a trifle damp of late.
Powercuts are very frustrating and inconvenient to those of us in the Western
World, who rely so much on computers, TVs, microwaves, telephones and central
heating. How we would survive a single day in the Third World, I don‟t know.
Place glasses on top of head and then spend ages looking for them ...
Tie up dog outside shop, drive home, forget dog. Remember dog. Drive back to
shop, walk home, forget car.
It‟s a good job diabetic patients don‟t intend to go blind quickly what with a fifteen
week wait for an eye-clinic appointment.
The smell of vanilla ice-cream evokes memories of childhood.
Calorie counting? Careful with those yogurt pots that only state the 100ml amount
of calories when the actual pot contains 125ml or 150ml ... Naughty! But, legal.
enterolith n
A mineral concretion in the intestinal tract.
ancillary adj
Subordinate; secondary; auxiliary; accessory.
monochrome n
A black and white image, especially a photograph.
A ceramic glaze of a single colour, or an object so glazed.
A painting executed in shades of a single colour.
inexorably adv
In an inexorable manner; without the possibility of stopping or preventing.
unobtrusively adv
In an unobtrusive manner; in a manner that is not noticeable or
blatant.
dulse n
A seaweed of a reddish-brown color (Palmaria palmata) which is
sometimes eaten.
precocious adj
Characterized by exceptionally early development or maturity.
Exhibiting advanced skills at an abnormally early age.
caesura n
A pause or interruption in a poem, music, building or other work
of art.
In Classical prosody, using two words to divide a metrical foot.
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Steph’s FREE poetry e-chapbook is now published on www.issuu.com/risingbrookwriters
and on RBW main site
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The chapbook is illustrated by some of her original artwork.
She is a member of Stafford Art Group, 2012 winner of the Allardice Portrait Cup and has
exhibited some pieces locally. Next exhibition: Millbank Gallery, October.
Random words: David – Journey – Tradition – Confession –
Danger – Variable – Schooldays - Oiling – Secret.
Assignment: Forgotten birthdays/encounters with wildlife
Random words PMW
Gwendoline was short of sleep, and the night was
long. She tried counting sheep; 1999, 2000, 2001…..
Eventually, she nodded off….and found herself on a
tropical island, complete with sun, sand and palm
trees. Amongst the trees was a bus stop, and waiting
there, a handsome, tanned man.
“I must have died and gone to heaven!” Gwen-
doline thought.
The man approached, smiling, and handed her a
box, which contained a ring
with a huge diamond.
Gwendoline couldn‟t recall
when she had felt so happy.
Just then, a large coconut fell and struck him
sharply on the temples, drawing blood. She rushed for-
ward, to bandage him with her scarf.
Then, the telephone by her bed rang. She woke. It
was Jean.
“Hi there, sleepy head! Fancy meeting me at the
mall later for a coffee?”
“Oh hi. OK.” Gwen replied disappointedly.
“Whereabouts?”
“Under those plastic palms at the Food Court,” Jean
suggested.
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Random Words:
„All rise in court,‟ bellowed the usher, Mr. Bellview-Short. He need
not have bothered, the booming building only contained Gwendo-
lyn and a man in the press bench frantically trying to turn off his
mobile telephone. The usher gave the unfortunate soul with a
bandage on his wrist a long stare. He flushed scarlet, Gwendolyn
gave him a smile. Not that she had anything to smile, or to be
happy about. She couldn‟t decide if this was all a horrible dream,
if only she were still asleep. If only, she hadn‟t seen that van with
the coconut logo stop outside the bank that morning when she
was waiting at the bus stop, if only, she hadn‟t been late for work
none of this would have happened.
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Barry‟s jaw dropped open.
„You‟re having a laugh. You‟ve got a date with Princess Angelikka? The real one!
Pull the other one, it‟s got bells on.‟
„Saturday. Mum‟s invited her to tea. She said yes.‟
„Just like that?‟
„No, not exactly. Mum asked her to bring her mum‟s stuff round for a,‟ mumble
mumble, „party.‟
„A what?‟ grinned Barry who knew what Mrs. Mountjoy was into, what with him
having the telescope trained on every room in their house, just in case the Princess
was ever into wandering around in the buff. This wasn‟t always such a clever move
as her brother, the weight-lifter, Big-Lad Ferris, was in the habit of wandering
around starkers scratching his itches while searching for his boxers in the washing
basket. Often Barry had an eye-full of humongous dangly bits he‟d rather not have
had imprinted on his retina for the rest of the evening. It wasn‟t all milk and honey
being a virtual artist.
Randolph‟s lips tightened into line as tight as a paper-cut in best lamb‟s liver: „A
Francine‟s Secret-Spring Party.‟
Barry exploded into fits of giggles, most unbecoming for a manga warrior warlord.
„I thought that was a girls-only do. All those frills and fancies flashing about.‟
„It is,‟ grimaced Randolph really wishing he had kept his big mouth shut.
„What room will they be using?‟ said Barry, retraining the telescope.
„Oi,‟ said Randolph jumping up off the beanbag, „you keep that lens away from
my mum‟s conservatory. She isn‟t a forgiving sort of person.‟
Barry smiled. He had all the info he needed. The glass roof of Mrs. Andover‟s
conservatory was no barrier to his all-seeing eye. Saturday tea-time, all the great
and the good ladies of the estate would be peeling off to squeeze their flabbiness
into Francine Secret-Spring‟s lace and wire corsetry. Manna from heaven. Good job
he hadn‟t confided in his new buddy that his latest acquisition was a camera with a
zoom so powerful it could read the writing in Sharlene‟s diary if she was careless
enough to leave it open on her desk.
„Now, what have you got for me, today?‟ he asked, changing the subject and wav-
ing a plain brown envelope which wasn‟t as well stuffed as Randolph would have
liked. Randolph pulled a MBF carrier bag from under this sweatshirt, „This is quite
nice.‟
With trembling fingers Barry reached in and pulled out a 1960s baby-doll nighty
in pale pink satin trimmed with black ostrich feathers... „OMG,‟ he murmured rub-
bing the shininess between finger and thumb, „What a score, mate. What a beauty.‟
The plain brown envelope changed hands and Randolph toddled off down the
stepladder from Barry‟s attic lair feeling very pleased with himself. A few more deliv-
eries like this one and his dream machine wouldn‟t be such a distant prospect. Now
all he had to do was work out how to waylay Sharlene after the frilly-draws party and
before she went home. He‟d already offered to be a bouncer and a waiter, which his
ma was having none of ... such a pity his ma didn‟t have another male interest in
her life.
Barry‟s ma had several. Yeah, Barry‟s ma was a Trentby cougar, a very old be
whiskered cougar. Bet she had a season ticket to Francine Secret-Spring parties.
No, he didn‟t want his ma to turn into a chubbier version of Barry‟s old lady. But, a
decent bloke with a good job, who‟d take her out a lot and get her off his back now
that was an interesting thought. He‟d give that idea a run round the block and see
what he could sort out.
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It’s the practice for the congregation of a Catholic Church to go regularly to confession
and receive absolution for their sins. During his school days this tradition gave David
the idea of an unholy moneymaking scheme. On the journey to school he’d think of a
misdemeanour and encourage his friends to bet on how many Hail Mary’s he’d receive
at confession. To make his scheme work his imaginary misdemeanours had to be vari-
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spent hours on his knees praying for this persistent sinner. Oiling his knees afterwards
didn’t help. Years later, David was a successful surgeon. Imagine how he felt when
called upon to replace the old priest’s knees.
Cryptic clue.
Ill with love? No. Just an imposing tree.
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PETER SHILSTON writes ... A friend quoted to me a remark of Emerson's on the difficulties of writing rhymed poetry. Emerson spoke of a poet who had thought up a "beautiful line" about stars, only to find he couldn't think of any good rhyme for "stars", with the result that his poem had to be abandoned. I do not accept Emerson's difficulty in finding a rhyme for "stars" (see end), though his point is a fair one. Of course, the problem can always be avoided by writ-ing "vers libre", with neither rhymes nor scansion (what one literary critic described to me as "prose that doesn't reach the right-hand margin"), but it is obvious that any clumsy, contrived or unsuitable rhyme kills a serious poem stone-dead: bathos is f atal. Even great poets are guilty of dreadful lapses at times. Consider the following from the first verse of Wordworth's "Simon Lee", about an aged man:-
"Of years he has upon his back No doubt a burden weighty He says he is three score and ten But others say he's eighty"
This can hardly fail to raise a smile, and as a result the serious message of the poem, which is intended to evoke sympathy for the old man's difficulties, is irretrieva-bly lost.
In writing comic verse, by contrast, the more improbable or contrived the rhymes, the better, since ridiculous rhymes can add greatly to the humorous effect. For Exhibit 2, here is the opening of "Lord Roehampton", by Hilaire Belloc:-
"During the late election, Lord Roehampton strained a vocal chord By shouting very loud and high To lots and lots of people, why The Budget, in his own opin- -ion should not be allowed to win"
You can't get much more contrived than this, but as comic writing it is highly effec-tive. Furthermore, the scansion is perfect and the poet is clearly in total command of his material: he has composed it al l quite deliberately.
One doesn't need to be a great poet to know the answer to Emerson's problem, which is simply this: if a line is going to end in a weak or contrived rhyme, then the weak line must be placed first, not second. We don't have to investigate major liter-ary works to find that natural poets know this by instinct. Take the example of this anonymous Border Ballad from the 15th century, which tells of how Henry Percy of Northumberland (Shakespeare's Harry Hotspur) rides forth from his stronghold at Newcastle to challenge the Scots raiders under Earl Douglas:-
"But oh, how pale his lady looked Frae off the castle wall When down before the Scottish spears She saw proud Percy fall"
The second line is actually rather weak, but you don't notice, because the verse builds up to a climax with the word "fall". If you recite it out, as would originally have been the case, then you can anticipate the final word coming, with sinister ef-fect.
Take an example from pop music. There are few really striking rhymes for "bridge", but Chuck Berry had no problem coping with this in "Memphis Tennessee":-
"Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge, Round a half a mile from the Mississippi bridge"
Nobody would pretend that this is great poetry, but think how feeble and contrived it would be if "ridge" had been used in the second line of the couplet rather than the first!
The use of proper nouns can be effective if they fit naturally and provide a suitable climax at the end of a line. As an example, here is the chorus of an old Scottish song about the whaling ships of the 19th century, operating out of ports like Peter-head and Dundee:-
"The wind is in the quarter, the engine's burning free, There's not another whaler that saild out from Dundee Can beat the old "Balaena"; she needs no trial runs, And will challenge all, both great and small, From Dundee to St. John's."
Here we have two rather weak rhymes, concealed by each being placed first, with two place-names used to provide a climax. ("St. John's" comes as a surprise: it was the port in Newfoundland where the whalers called in on their way up to the icy waters west of Greenland)
To finally illustrate the point, and refute Emerson's case of the lack of any really good rhyme for "stars", I offer the following two and a half line of impromptu, mean-ing nothing in particular:- "..... and still she hears In distant echo through her prison bars Ancient eternal music of the stars"
"Bars" remains a weak rhyme for "stars", but its weakness has been concealed.
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I Am
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below--above the vaulted sky.
John Clare
Autumn
The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.
The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.
Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
John Clare
John Clare
(13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) has be-
come recognised as a celebrated English
poet.
Of short stature at five feet tall, Clare, was
the son of a farm labourer and himself
laboured in the fields as a child. His po-
etic works celebrated the English country-
side and lamented its change.
Clare is now considered among the most
important 19th-century poets. Clare
spoke powerfully of nature and of a coun-
try childhood through his works.
Once a published poet, Clare was torn be-
tween the society of literary London and
his roots in the countryside where there
was widespread illiteracy; between the
urge to write poetry and the practicality to
provide sufficient funding to feed and clothe his seven children.
His health suffered. He had bouts of severe depression. By 1830 his sixth child was born
and poetry sales slumped. In 1832, the family was moved through the help of patronage to a
smallholding in the village of Northborough, not far from Helpston. However, Clare‟s mental
stability did not improve. He drank and his behaviour became ever more erratic. In 1837 he
voluntarily entered a private mental asylum where he was able to concentrate on his writing.
After a period at liberty with his family and in a state of confusion Clare was admitted to
Northampton Asylum in 1840 where he remained, encouraged with his writing, until his
death.
He died on 20 May 1864, aged 71. He was buried at Helpston in St Botolph‟s churchyard.
It is said, to mark his birthday, children
from the John Clare Primary School,
have paraded through the village to
place flowers on Clare's grave.
(Inscription: "To the Memory of John
Clare The Northamptonshire Peasant
Poet" and "A Poet is Born not Made").
The thatched cottage where he was
born was purchased by the John Clare
Education & Environment Trust in 2005.
Faith Hickey
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