Not content with appalling the ghost of Sappho with my crackpoery, I must now make my apologies to Keats. What happens when you combine Keats' verse with "Unfinished Business"? A ballad about pilots that's become a bit more R rated than the original, that's what. This one is dedicated to my lovely f'list for digging lit geekouts -- I love you
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Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to useless nuggets most violent ways
Or hurled the many beers upon the crew,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That impulse made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this
Being blonde and boyish with a stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Caprica for her to burn?
(I swear this was one of the first ones I saw :D )
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Thy crackpoetry is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee the more I have, for both are infinite.
I have to go tear myself away from this and go teach now, but I hope you continue! Crackpoetry NEEDS YOU!
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The way thou rework' all the verse in Lee
Is like the music filk that fills the net
But sweeter-blooming (even more than he)
For making use of antique verses yet.
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You guys are a marriage made in heaven (and I have the best LJ friends ever!).
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And such a lovely tribute, and here am I, supposedly a crackpoet, and words are failing me. This is embarrasing! Eeee!
Now I'll have to leave English lit and go oldschool on you (I am a classicist after all):
Give me a thousand crackpoems, then a hundred,
then another thousand, then another hundred again...
da mi carmina mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum...
Hmm, what would be Latin for "cracked-out"?
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Heh, coincidentally my first degree (and there are no WORDS for how pretentious it is to say that hahaha) was in Latin and English, although my Latin is awful.
Hm hm hm. "carmina insana visu" looks cute. And next to 'mad' in the dictionary is 'scomber' for mackerel, which is quite a word.
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True...although maybe she writes all these mushy poems in secret, and nobody knows. She is a Khataris-quoter, after all; I feel that she has a poetic soul. (PLUS you could make CrackKara do whatever you'd like. Hehe.) And hey, I'm pretty sure it's really her there in the finale. I mean, I wrote a HeadKara, but even I think she's going to be back in corporeal form! (But fingers crossed.)
Re: Latin crack -- Haha! insana visu is perfect. But scomber, too! That made me go borrow bitterlatinist's OLD and I found scombros metuentia carmnia -- the poems so bad they'd be turned into fish-wrappings. Clever!
I think I may pass out from this lit geekery. Too much joy.
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Actually, didn't Katee herself pen the smoking poem? I think so!
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AND LOOK WHAT WISTERIA DID!
(!!!)
I've flailed so many times today my arms are tired. But I'm still doin' it!
*flails once more*
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I actually did a little dance.
It may have been inspired by your GaiusDance icon.
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(oh no! all this poetry is getting to me!)
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