Sunday, October 22, 2006

This Pretty Much Speaks for Itself: Day Twenty-One

Admiral Farragut weighs in with another brilliant submission, one that casts our hero Wallace Stevens as a discarnate speech bubble moving toward the ear of one Sir John Suckling. The text of the picture reads:

"This is Sir John Suckling, an English Poet who lived from 1609-1642. He was best known as the author of 'Ballad Upon a Wedding' and as the inventor of the game of cribbage. He is not costumed as a line of Wallace Stevens' verse as he was dead long before Wallace Stevens composed any verse. I believe, however, that Mr. Stevens would have been delighted to have Sir John attend his birthday party if only so that Mr. Stevens could come up behind Sir John as he stood at the bar, slap Sir John roundly on the back and declaim loudly so that all and sundry could hear, 'Having a nip, Suckling?' Okay, such humor was probably beneath Mr. Stevens, but I would have liked to have seen that, anyway."

As would I, Admiral. As would I, and any other right-thinking person currently walking the face of this earth.


Proffered said...

A Stevens parody (from De Vries).

An early hitherto unknown poem called "The Courtesan Takes Cortisone," begins with the immortal lines:

Her paps
Were not
What was

Cuchulainn said...

I really like this one, Admiral. You get in. You get out. Having a nip, Suckling? Badda-bing.

Good show.

Tricia said...

I thought I commented on this earlier, but apparently I am insane. Vanished comment went something like this:

Proffered, that is delightful--where can I find a copy of the full poem?

Cuchulainn, I agree with you. This is one of my favorites.

It sounds somehow lamer the second time around, not that it was all that scintillating to begin with. Hmmm.