Ya know, thinking about my posting on Timbuktu below, I am sometimes gobsmacked at the range of crap Nick, myself and Pa are capable of commenting on.
I showed this poem to a friend a couple of days ago, and found myself explaining the meaning and history of tyrian hue (to me the term is instantly obvious), and the reasons it is the colour of imperial and royal authority. Did you know that in Rome and Byzantium the term ‘assuming the purple’ was a euphemism for becoming Emperor?
Anyway, who are we that we, all of us, possess such deep hoards of trivia across so many disciplines? And more to the point, how the hell did we get it?
Don’t expect an answer from me, I dunno.
Well, anyway, back to the poem. Have a look at it. Superficially it is turgid to the point of unreadability, or so it seems to me, but if you actually read it, and concentrate on every line, it is a work of shining beauty. Even if it is about some poor kitty cat drowning in a tub of goldfishes*.
This has to be a pair of my favourite lines ever penned:
What female heart can gold despise?
What cat’s averse to fish?
Two lines when joined together creating multi levelled words of genius, but you gotta laugh.
And we all know that all that glistens is not gold, don’t we?
Well, how about the original:
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Nor all, that glisters, gold.
*Similar to one of Nick’s (and mine) favourite poems right here. The language is gorgeous, the allusions span time, continents and philosophies, but all he is really saying is – get your kit off love, spread your legs and gis a look.
But the words he uses to say it justify his immortality.
I’m going to bed. Good night.