I may have mentioned before that I was an English Education minor in college and I performed literature on my university forensics team. Well, in addition to enjoying great literature in our classes, we sometimes had a little fun with it, too. Such as, singing Emily Dickinson poems to the tune of “The Yellow Rose of Texas”. And my aforementioned college best friend and my gay male crush and I took a lively 17th century poetry class together. We had great fun learning about the poems–while also skewering them–such as singing John Donne’s poem “Go and Catch a Falling Star” to “Mack the Knife” (Kevin Spacey, that one’s for you). But the courtly love poems of unrequited or thwarted love really captured our attention. I wonder why? Ha! In fact, I created my nom de plume from one of those authors, Richard Lovelace, and his poem “Gratiana Dauncing and Singing”–because my friend dubbed me Gratiana at the time.
But today–Fun Day Sunday–I’m going to do something rather different from my usual poem parodies. I’m going to create what I’m calling a “poetry parody mash up”–part poetry slam, part poetry parody, part poetry quiz. Ha! See if you can pick out the poems referenced–or skewered–below, without cheating and looking at the references prematurely. Ha! Oh and my deepest apologies to the original authors for what I am about to do. Ha!
“To Our Coy Mister (1): Richard Armitage” (a poetry parody mash up), by Gratiana Lovelace
Oh to be in New Zealand, Now that the RA bloke is there.
Just as a recent fictitious lottery winner, found herself there some morning, unaware. (2)
Had we but frequent flier miles galore and time,
Your coyness Sir were part of my rhyme.
We would fall down *thud* and think which way
To get to Wellington, and pass by our tall love’s one day. (1)
Yet, in Rivendale did Elrond, a dwarfly pleasure gnome on Misty Mountain leave did decree.
An Elven glamour damsel with a dulcimer taser, Thorin said ‘twould win me. (3)
But Durin’s team found the dimpled spiders of Mirkwood, fat and not so white,
Fixing to eat the tenderized Dwarfs, as like a moth brought to them thither in the night. (4)
Such epic adventures herald more than their own tale.
Come December, the bells will ring this over hill and dale. (5)
And with each month that follows as the lead up to the film’s release,
We strive for the patience and wisdom to sing our songs, craft our vids, and weave our stories–yes, please. (2)
Ultimately, through RA’s modest humility, he will outshine the rest,
For 200 and 30,000 and more adore his artist’s heart that beats within his breast. (1)
Poems Referenced/Skewered
1) “To His Coy Mistress”, by Andrew Marvell, was found at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173954
2) “Home Thoughts from Abroad”, by Robert Browning, was found at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173014
3) “Kubla Khan”, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, was found at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173247
4) “Design”, by Robert Frost, The New Oxford Book of American Verse, edited by Richard Ellmann, Oxford University Press 1976, p. 414-415; and at http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/design/
5) “Misty Mountains Cold” song in The Hobbit, by J. R. R. Tolkien, Ballantine Books, 1977, p. 27-29
6) Nota Bene: I actually have these poems in print in two volumes of verse, but I provided the wonderful Poetry Foundation links for you as a handy reference for these and other poems when they had a link for a poem I referenced above. Here are my two book references, should you wish them:
The New Oxford Book of English Verse (1250-1959), edited by Helen Gardner, Oxford University Press, 1972.
The New Oxford Book of American Verse, edited by Richard Ellmann, Oxford University Press 1976.
7) Richard Armitage portrait is from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/slides/MattHolyoak-09.html
Verily, your poetry goes on merrily.
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Hi Bccmee,
Thanks for your poetic note.
I am such a literature geekette, I can recite parts of these poems by rote.
Cheers! Grati ;->
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Dost thou ponder the rareness of my response to these, thy musings?
It is but this: I read these, thy prose, and find them quite confusing.
Had I but learned and searched the the minds of these great men,
N’er would I think, “O, to go back to the days of long ago when
My mind was young and primed to study and learn. When time and years
Would roll away and vanquish all my fears.”
MASH ON, GRATIANA!!! )Embrace your knowlege, your words, your education. I celebrate it w/ you in my lack thereof).
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Fabulous Poem Response, Kitty!
And anyone who can rhyme with such aplomb,
While making sense as you do,
Certainly possesses knowledge and wisdom,
Beyond my degree or two.
Thanks for visiting and commenting!
Cheers! Grati ;->
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aww, shucks, ma’am
hugs
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Hugs back!
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There once was a man from Leicester
Whom many a fangurl did pester
To give the time of day
To pass the hours away
On a bed of soft silk, not polyester.
I love limericks. ;)
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Dear Jeannie,
Good one!
No better could I have said it,
The man so inspires our wit.
To make him laugh out loud,
Would make me exceedingly proud.
Or even if he only giggled a bit.
Cheers! Grati ;->
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I saw Richard at a signing,
He had no time for reclining.
On my picture he did write,
Joel, I’m running off with your wife,
Then I woke up….
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Dear Jeannie,
Ha! But you need to finish your last line. Such as:
“Then I woke up … such bad timing.”
It almost rhymes. Ha!
Cheers! Grati ;->
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Dang! Should’ve thought of that!
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The Hobbit set’s a fine and private place
It seems that none do there embrace. (apropos of my favorite line from Marvell. Mr. Armitage, you could read that poem ANY TIME.)
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Dear Servetus,
I wholeheartedly agree with you! I love Marvell’s poem. And it does indeed, fit RA perfectly. I almost did a parody of this poem by itself, but it was too long. So I incorporated it above.
But dare I tell you that in college we “sang” Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress” poem to the tune of …. wait for it … “When the Saints go marching in”? Ha!
Cheers! Grati ;->
P.S. And our intramural softball team of faculty and students was titled “Paradise Lost”. Ha! And we were, didn’t win a game. Maybe it was the 65 year almost retired professor being catcher in his light blue leisure suit that should have been a big clue to our geekiness. But we had great fun!
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P.S. And thanks to Serv, I realized and fixed my typo: It’s Andrew Marvell (two l’s). I shouldn’t try to proofread a blog post at 10:30pm after a long exhausting day at a conference that I helped organize and presented at. Ha!
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