the Stuffed Owl Returns: Newly Collected Poetical Mishaps and Absurdities
()
About this ebook
A hilarious new collection of the worst poetry ever composed, by authors both eminent and obscure. Walt Whitman enigmatically wrote, "Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?" And Keats actually exclaimed, "I am wound up in deep astonishment!" Extracts both short and extended are by poets from
Lindsay Crane
Lindsay Crane has published an award-winning novel (a thriller about halting the smuggling of endangered species) and a compendium of satirical political limericks composed by herself and three accomplices. Having discovered the original Stuffed Owl while at college, Crane made it her mission to archive as many additional poetic monstrosities as attracted her notice while she was otherwise engaged, and has now accumulated enough material to form a collection and offer it to an eager public. With advanced degrees and professional publications in psychology under her real name, and many years of experience rescuing native wildlife and supporting the habitats of endangered species around the world, Crane has traveled widely, including to Uganda, Madagascar, Costa Rica, Belize, Ecuador, the Galapagos, and South Africa. Still in her desk drawers are plays, sonnets, and other ephemera.
Related to the Stuffed Owl Returns
Related ebooks
David Bowie, Enid Blyton and the sun machine Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Study Guide for John Berryman's "Dream Song 29" Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsClydeside: Red, Orange and Green Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOne from Seven Hundred: A Year in the Life of Parliament Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSir Gawain and the Green Knight Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Expendables Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Rainbow Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Slouching Towards Kalamazoo: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Insanity Fair Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Piece of the Sky is Missing Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHarvest Bells: New and Uncollected Poems by John Betjeman Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Twenty Years of Balkan Tangle Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPretty Merribelle: The Lost Novels Of Nellie Bly, #10 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBliss, and Other Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSpace Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsKidnapped Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The five orange pips Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Check and Checkmate Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNotes By The Editors: 120 Years of Wisden Opinion Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMystery Tribune / Issue Nº17 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Great White South: Or With Scott in the Antarctic Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5WG's Birthday Party Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Bomb: A New History Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Weak are a Long Time in Politics: Sketches from the Brexit Neverendum Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSappho's Journal Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOoparts: An Adventure in Time Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Start in Life: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ink in the Grooves: Conversations on Literature and Rock 'n' Roll Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNarragansett Bay Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Humor & Satire For You
A Man Called Ove: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5101 Fun Personality Quizzes: Who Are You . . . Really?! Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Go the F**k to Sleep Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Love and Other Words Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Screwtape Letters Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Best F*cking Activity Book Ever: Irreverent (and Slightly Vulgar) Activities for Adults Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Swamp Story: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Will Judge You by Your Bookshelf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Killing the Guys Who Killed the Guy Who Killed Lincoln: A Nutty Story About Edwin Booth and Boston Corbett Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Plato and a Platypus Walk Into a Bar...: Understanding Philosophy Through Jokes Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Yes Please Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Don't Panic: Douglas Adams & The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Can't Make This Up: Life Lessons Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Britt-Marie Was Here: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Anxious People: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Solutions and Other Problems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tidy the F*ck Up: The American Art of Organizing Your Sh*t Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Big Swiss: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Soulmate Equation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Farrell Covington and the Limits of Style: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Everything I Know About Love: A Memoir Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: the heartfelt, funny memoir by a New York Times bestselling therapist Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5How to Be Alone: If You Want To, and Even If You Don't Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer: A Novella Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Mindful As F*ck: 100 Simple Exercises to Let That Sh*t Go! Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sex Hacks: Over 100 Tricks, Shortcuts, and Secrets to Set Your Sex Life on Fire Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The 2,548 Wittiest Things Anybody Ever Said Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
Related categories
Reviews for the Stuffed Owl Returns
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
the Stuffed Owl Returns - Lindsay Crane
Bad verse, too, has its canons. My distinguished predecessors, D.B. Wyndham Lewis and Charles Lee, state that bad verse is characterized by bathos (the sudden slide from the sublime to the ridiculous), poverty of imagination, sentimentality, pomposity, and banality. They were careful, however, to distinguish Bad Bad verse from Good Bad verse, describing the former as vast, and confusing in its tropical luxuriance,
and offered mostly by amateurs. By contrast, Bad verse of the good kind is innocent of faults of craftsmanship … [and] has an eerie, supernal beauty.
Wyndham Lewis and Lee, naming their collection after a baffling line in Wordsworth, justly published primarily Good Bad Poetry. The startling metaphor, the ill-chosen word, and the uprush of soggy sentiment give us the joyous shudder that mere doggerel cannot. The present editor offers two examples of bad verse and invites the reader to distinguish the good from the bad.
It is four and forty years ago
Since the one of us the other did ken;
And we have had, betwixt us two,
Of children either nine or ten.
~ Anonymous, 16th century
As I sit writing here, sick and grown old,
Not my least burden is that dulness of the years,
querilities,
Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy,
constipation, whimpering ennui,
May filter in my daily songs.
~ Whitman, As I Sit Writing Here
Bad verse is not parody, but sincere and serious. Eminent poets with straight faces have issued the following:
I must die like a sick eagle looking at the sky.
~ Keats, On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
I submit me! Of vanities under the sun,
Pride seized me at last as concupiscence first,
Crapulosity ever.
~ Browning, Fust and His Friends
Rhyme and rhythm can enhance a poetic work, but Rules for Rules’ Sake
can also produce absurdities like this:
Tumpty-tum-tump; Tumpty-tum-tump—
Hark to the sound of the drums,
Tumpty-tum-tump; Tumpty-tum-tump—
The beat and the thud that you feel in your blood
The heart-shaking rhythm that comes
With thunder and throb of the drums.
The drums! The drums!
~ Berton Braley, The Drums
Braley lived from 1882 to 1966. I had never heard of him either, but during his lifetime he published in many magazines and had one lyric set to music by John Philip Sousa. He also edited The World’s One Thousand Best Poems in ten volumes, commemorating his own (very dated) tastes.
Looking into an allied art form, we may be grateful that the judges of the Prix de Rome looked past their competition’s rules and admonished young composer Georges Bizet so gently:
This work is distinguished by its ease and brilliance, its bold and youthful style, qualities precious for the comic genre for which the composer shows a marked inclination. We are obliged, however, to censure M. Bizet for having written an opera buffa when the regulations demanded a mass.
MISSTEPS GREAT AND SMALL
I have added representatives of the noble art of poetic pratfall in both historical directions, beginning in the period before my esteemed predecessors opened their anthology, and carrying on after they discreetly closed the curtain on the modern age. The original editors deprived themselves of many a delicious frisson of aesthetic horror—a sort of literary Miss Manners sniff—by excluding the Cavalier poets (e.g., Carew, Suckling, Herrick). The Cavaliers’ accusatory sulks of self-pity uttered when rejected by maidens who had not invited their advances—the Woe R Us
mentality—fertilized a rich vein of languishing affectation.
Shakespeare and Sidney, despite their stature, really must be included. Hard as it is to believe, the author of Sonnet 73 (That time of year thou may’st in me behold) was also capable of this resistible solicitation from Venus to Adonis:
Here come and sit where never serpent hisses,
And being set, I’ll smother thee with kisses.
And the courtier, soldier, and diplomat who penned Thou Blind Man’s Mark could also produce lines as clumsy as Why shouldst thou toil our thorny soil to till?
Simple honesty compels us to admit them to the poets’ hall of shame—but serves also to remind us that genius, too, has its boots in fertilizer. Bach stood on the shoulders of a hundred tunemakers; sculptors Michelangelo and Bernini sprang from the culture that erected a thousand terra cotta roadside shrines.
The dross rate of great poets is rarely considered. Keats and Browning produced prodigious amounts of twaddle, but Whitman’s ratio is surely equal to theirs. The voice that is capable of the deep and sonorous cadences of O Captain, My Captain and A Sight in Camp could apparently with equal pleasure produce, preserve, and publish such slight musings as this, from Song of Myself: I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart.
AN EMBARRASSMENT OF RICHES
Some iconoclastic eras in the arts exist for the purpose of overthrowing existing conventions, to make fresh the canvas, to cleanse the aesthetic palate. Then those who follow can see and hear afresh. This is a legitimate function. I see much of modern art in this light—performing a kind of janitorial service which must be applauded alike by the judicious, the just, and the relieved.
However, this doesn’t mean we must admire junk. Bits of cardboard, yarn, and metal scattered over a museum room gain the sobriquet installation
and the respectful attention of critics, who develop new vocabularies to show