The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

29 May 2003

Meanwhile, I try to act so chalant

The old D:\TEXT directory is, well, old; if you sort its contents by date, ascending, the first item you encounter is dated 2 January 1985. This means, among other things, that I had this file on a Commodore 64 diskette originally, and when I retired my trusty C-128 in 1991 in favor of some ridiculous XT box with Hercules graphics, I ran it through something called Big Blue Reader, which enabled the C-128's floppy drive to read and write IBM-formatted (360k) floppies, then transferred it to the XT, and it's been handed down through generations of backups to the ridiculous Duron box I run today.

The following isn't that file. However, I have been schlepping it around since October 1991. It's a poem, credited (it says here) to one Leonard Rosenthal, and it's called "A Song of Crepancies".

Give me a lady, one that's couth,
Who putes the things I say;
      Who's gainly in the eyes of man,
      Who's imical to the things I plan,
      Who parages me whenever she can,
Who's gruntled all the day.

Give me a girl whose hair is kempt,
Whose talk is always ane;
      Who's ept at ridding home of dirt,
      Who's iquitous and not a flirt,
      Who's dignant, and whose mind is ert,
And I'll look on her with dain.

Posted at 9:11 PM to General Disinterest

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I do like the rhyme and the rhythm but I cannot comment on the content until I locate my big dictionary.

Posted by: Tiger at 9:50 PM on 29 May 2003

Think positive. :)

Posted by: CGHill at 2:32 PM on 30 May 2003

This puts me in mind of the female counterpart to that poem, written by one of my faves, Dorothy Parker.

The ladies men admire, I've heard,
Would shudder at a wicked word.
Their candle gives a single light;
They'd rather stay at home at night.
They do not keep awake till three,
Nor read erotic poetry.
They never sanction the impure,
Nor recognize an overture.
They shrink from powders and from paints.
So far, I have had no complaints.

Posted by: Venomous Kate at 4:01 PM on 30 May 2003

Why am I not surprised at this revelation?

If I don't drive around the park,
I'm pretty sure to make my mark.

If I'm in bed each night by ten,
I may get back my looks again.

If I abstain from fun and such,
I'll probably amount to much.

But I will stay the way I am;
Because I do not give a damn.

Posted by: CGHill at 7:05 PM on 30 May 2003

It must be poetry night, which I prefer o so much to last night's "Crucify Kate" ordeal.

Neither Bloody Nor Bowed
They say of me, and so they should,
It's doubtful if I come to good.
I see acquaintances and friends
Accumulating dividends,
And making enviable names
In science, art, and parlor games.
But I, despite expert advice,
Keep doing things I think are nice,
And though to good I never come-
Inseparable my nose and thumb!

Posted by: Venomous Kate at 10:36 PM on 30 May 2003

Modern Declaration

I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having
In these affections; never through shyness in the houses of the
rich or in the presence of clergymen having denied these
Never when worked upon by cynics like chiropractors having
grunted or clicked a vertebra to the discredit of those loves;
Never when anxious to land a job having diminished them by a
conniving smile; or when befuddled by drink
Jeered at them through heartache or lazily fondled the fingers of
their alert enemies; declare
That I shall love you always.
No matter what party is in power;
No matter what temporarily expedient combination of allied
interests wins the war;
Shall love you always.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Posted by: David Strain at 12:25 AM on 31 May 2003

There once was a man from Tuckahoe...

Aw, skip it.

Posted by: McGehee at 9:21 AM on 31 May 2003