A Poetry Pastiche
So. There's a fairly well-known poem, called Thirteen Ways of Looking At A Blackbird, by the American poet Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955).
With sincere apologies to the Estate of Wallace Stevens, and many thanks to bironic and deelaundry for help on the last line, here is .
Thirteen Ways of Looking at Wilson
I.
Among twenty snowy labcoats
The only moving things
Are Wilson's eyes.
II.
I was of three minds
Like a hospital directory
In which there are three Wilsons.
III.
Wilson whirls in the autumn winds.
He is a small part of the pantomime.
IV.
House and Wilson
Are one.
House and Cuddy and Wilson
Are one.
V.
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of prescriptions
Or the beauty of forgeries,
Wilson whistling
Or just after.
VI.
Icicles filled the long window
Of House's apartment.
The shadow of Wilson
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII.
O doctors of Princeton-Plainsboro,
Why do you imagine golden cures?
Do you not see how Wilson
Glides around the feet
Of the fellows about you?
VIII.
I know noble intents
And lucid, inescapable lies;
But I know, too,
That Wilson is involved
In what I know.
IX.
When Wilson strode out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X.
At the sight of Wilson
Sitting at a green light,
Even the sisters of Hadassah
Would cry out sharply.
XI.
House rode over New Jersey
In a red Corvette.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his cane
For Wilson.
XII.
The river is moving.
Wilson must be sailing.
XIII.
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
Wilson sat
On the worn leather couch.
I'm sure there are other ways to make something better (and more original) of this -- folks are very welcome to try their hand. I think this could work with just about any character from any fandom.
ETA: And here is a version from bironic, featuring Rodney McKay of Stargate: Atlantis. *beams*
With sincere apologies to the Estate of Wallace Stevens, and many thanks to bironic and deelaundry for help on the last line, here is .
Thirteen Ways of Looking at Wilson
I.
Among twenty snowy labcoats
The only moving things
Are Wilson's eyes.
II.
I was of three minds
Like a hospital directory
In which there are three Wilsons.
III.
Wilson whirls in the autumn winds.
He is a small part of the pantomime.
IV.
House and Wilson
Are one.
House and Cuddy and Wilson
Are one.
V.
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of prescriptions
Or the beauty of forgeries,
Wilson whistling
Or just after.
VI.
Icicles filled the long window
Of House's apartment.
The shadow of Wilson
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII.
O doctors of Princeton-Plainsboro,
Why do you imagine golden cures?
Do you not see how Wilson
Glides around the feet
Of the fellows about you?
VIII.
I know noble intents
And lucid, inescapable lies;
But I know, too,
That Wilson is involved
In what I know.
IX.
When Wilson strode out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X.
At the sight of Wilson
Sitting at a green light,
Even the sisters of Hadassah
Would cry out sharply.
XI.
House rode over New Jersey
In a red Corvette.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his cane
For Wilson.
XII.
The river is moving.
Wilson must be sailing.
XIII.
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
Wilson sat
On the worn leather couch.
I'm sure there are other ways to make something better (and more original) of this -- folks are very welcome to try their hand. I think this could work with just about any character from any fandom.
ETA: And here is a version from bironic, featuring Rodney McKay of Stargate: Atlantis. *beams*