Showing posts with label Humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humour. Show all posts

Thursday, March 01, 2018

Sneaking a Peek at Hilaire Belloc - And Some Cautionary Comments

We wind up the humour theme with a look at some poets who tweaked words to hilarious effect. We have seen Seuss use this skill. Now, we glance at Hilaire Belloc. On Writer Rites, Carroll and Kipling were featured too. However, we shall leave their verse for another day as they were not, primarily, poets. 

We hope to do features on those two, too. As well as ones on Edward Lear and Ogden Nash. 

I came across Belloc in school and then he faded out of sight. Perhaps precisely because he was taught in class? That is guaranteed to make most avoid an author.


It is not that worthy works should not be included in syllabus. It is because the teaching of such works usually beggars them. 

What can be taught is the enjoyment of the work. Those who set a syllabus are rarely of a caliber to handle great works. All it requires is a teacher who has had pleasure in reading the work and who can convey that to students. Nothing else needs be done, to say the truth. Nothing else ought to be done, such as activities and other abhorrent abominations. 

The Belloc I learned at school was his Tarantella:
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
Of the straw for a bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark veranda)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who hadn’t got a penny,
And who weren’t paying any,
And the hammer at the doors and the din?
And the hip! hop! hap!
Of the clap
Of the hands to the swirl and the twirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of the clapper to the spin
Out and in —
And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar!
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?

Read the rest here: Hilaire Belloc

We, however, will focus on his humorous verse such as:

MATILDA

(who told such dreadful lies.)

Matilda told such Dreadful Lies, 
It made one Gasp and Stretch one’s Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth, 
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth, 
Attempted to believe Matilda: 
The effort very nearly killed her, 
And would have done so, had not she 
Discovered this Infirmity.  
Read the rest here: monologues.co.uk

Read Most of Hilaire's Best on the Net

Cautionary Tales for Children


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Hilaire Belloc, like most other good writers, was prolific and tried his hands at both prose and poetry. He was also an essayist of repute. 

As in the case of Seuss and others, so too with Belloc - media has its say. The point of this exercise here is to exorcise the effect of the mudslinging - Itiuvacha hopes to dust some of that detritus off select authors and poets and to instruct readers to be more tolerant towards creative genius. 

Voices from the past can provide much information about that time. Such writings will, perforce, breathe the prejudices of those bygone days. Unless we all learn how it was, we can only limp forwards on the feeble backs of contemporary talent.  

Finger wagging apart, the time has come to bid farewell to humour in writing and to proceed to our next theme: crime. 

Tomorrow, read about ten Dutch authors of the genre, including one who has a most fascinating and exotic detective series.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Use Seuss to Muse and Amuse

Today is when I found how profuse was Seuss. I planned to tell you of this and of that, about Theodore's art and about his muse.   

Alas, I was stumped by the absence of his books. On Amazon and, perhaps, near the Nile. Besides the Ganga none, nor any titles at the Thames. For many a penny you will find a tome or two, oh phew! But nary a picture nor page for preview. A lass or lad can read them with ease only if they pay hefty fees. Is that fair, I cried out to the mayor. Alack, the outlook was bleak and black.

And so I sped next to Youtube where I found a video or two or three for free. I got greedy and here I give thee one each of each Seuss there was for free use. They are presented, one by one, not in chronological order - just for fun.  
  

To Think I Saw it on Mulberry Street - 1937

Bartholomew and the Oobleck - 1949


The Butter Battle Book 1984 (the year my son was born)

The Cat in the Hat - 1957

Cat in the Hat Comes Back - 1958


There's a Wocket in My Pocket! 1974

Shape Of Me And Other Stuff - 1973



One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish - 1960



Daisy-Head Mayzie


Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are? 1973


Dr. Seuss ABC - 1963



Dr. Seuss Sleep Book - 1962


The Foot Book - 1968




Fox in Socks - 1965



Great Day for Up! 1974




Green Eggs and Ham - 1960


Make Green Eggs and Ham!



Happy Birthday to You - 1959




Hop on Pop - 1963


Horton Hatches the Egg - 1940




Horton Hears a Who Official Trailer


How The Grinch Stole Christmas! 1957


Trailer of the movie


Trailer of an older version



Hunches in Bunches - 1982



I Am Not Going to Get up Today! 1987


I Can Lick Thirty Tigers Today & Other Stories - 1969


I Can Read with My Eyes Shut! 1978



I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew - 1992


If I Ran the Circus - 1956




If I Ran the Zoo - 1950



King's Stilts - 1939


The Lorax - 1971


Trailer of an older film version

Awful!



McElligot's Pool - 1947


Marvin K. Mooney, Will You Please Go Now - 1972


Oh, Say Can You Say? 1979



Oh, the Places You'll Go! 1990



Oh! The Thinks You Can Think! 1975



On Beyond Zebra - 1955



Scrambled Eggs Super! 1953



Sneetches And Other Stories - 1969

Thidwick, the Big-Hearted Moose - 1948


Yertle the Turtle & Other Stories - 1958

You're Only Old Once 


An entire set of Seuss is the best gift ever for a child - as early as possible. And for anyone who wants to learn English. It's a tie breaker, an ice breaker. And with trillions of tongue twisters. 

Tomorrow we look at the Seuss ruse - the what, where, how and why of it all!

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

James Thurber's Quirky Quill

Remember The Secret Life of Walter Mitty?


The Ben Stiller film was based on a James Thurber short story. As a matter of fact, there is an earlier movie version from 1947:

With Danny Kaye!


I, however, was introduced to James Thurber via a book that used to lie around the house when I was a young person in the sixties. I was too small to read or want to read but the drawings were very engaging.


The above picture is from goodreads.com

The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that my father, then a psychiatrist of no mean repute, bought this book because of his interest in the phenomenon that was Thurber. However, for me, it was just the artwork - so very remarkable!

Some images from the book define for me what it is to experience a Thurber. You can have a taster here.

However, the drawings I loved most were those of dogs. Of Thurber's writing, all that remains is: "If you are a police dog where's your badge?

Enjoy two adaptations of some of his works:


The Unicorn in the Garden




The Last Flower



You can read  some Thurber at the Project Gutenberg Canada:
My Life and Hard Times and Further Fables for Our Time. 

Some indifferent work of his is available for somewhat more reasonable rates, on Amazon, than his best or better works which are really expensive, on Amazon and elsewhere.

Alas, the bulk of his work is under copyright. Thus, it is likely that, over time, very few will ever know that he is worth a look. By the time the wonderful US copyright on most of his work dies, so will all memory of Thurber. What a brilliant way to ensure the exclusive survival of mediocre contemporary writers! 

We all enjoy expressing horror at the banning or burning of books. However, in practice, so many of us, patting ourselves on the back for being 'good' law-abiding boys and girls, consent to all kinds of governmental, inter-governmental, legal and social moves that are rapidly and surely removing many good writings and other things of worth from the public domain. In short, we feel morally superior because we support anything done in the name of 'copyright' without giving any thought to what the copyright laws are in fact doing to the collective body of excellent human creative output.

Thanks to copyright laws, the only way to read most good Thurbers today is to shell out a few thousand dollars. 

And why would most do that? No reason to empty your pocket to read the writings of someone not only long dead and gone but about whom you are also likely to know nothing since, over time, there will be fewer and fewer articles written about such writers from the past. A good ploy to make you forget that sort of old hat and go in for the new 'best-seller' by some eminently third-class writer.    

I leave you with glimpses of this complex and entertaining writer in the role of fatherand lover.  
A real girl doesn’t care to be kissed, much, unless real love goes with it. 
Read also about other powerful visions and stances of his.

How wholesome is, almost universally, the manifestation of the excellent person! Yet we, the 'voting' public, prefer to read about the 'dark' side of great creative genius, which, often, is nothing but the child of the 'creative' mind of the journalist. Another disservice we do unto ourselves and our race by vilifying folks just for the sheer heck of it. And that 'heck of it' is, basically, our need to have things to get upset and excited about. In a way, once a news report or two has established that the personal life of an author is icky, it absolves us of the burden of improving our minds by reading that person's works.   

Having ended on such sombre reflections, permit me to make it up to you by promising you all the merriment of Stephen Leacock tomorrow!

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Merry Monday

On Writer Rites I flagged off the Love week with a look at humour in romance. I have a weakness for this. Nothing pleases me so much as romantic laughter. The laughter of lovers. Our laughter at lovers. Romantic partners share secret jokes but, what is more cute, they tend to smile or emit a stifled laugh even when alone. However, beyond these, there lies a whole world of possibilities for laughter at the antics of lovers and the peculiar pitfalls that can befall them.

My favourite was Georgette Heyer and I dare any fan of the humour in romance genre to be immune to her ability to incite giggles. If I weren't determined to discover new writings, I'd re-read a whole lot of Heyers with pleasure. Nothing like loading your Kindle with a few or all of her regency romances on a long leisurely holiday. They would also be fantastic gifts for the bedridden - bound to cheer up the gloomiest day. Yet I am virtuously offering you five books, none of which I have read as yet. They will go towards my holiday reading list.



Read

Find Learning Gertrud by Elnathan John on Writer Rites. Though it did make me smile, I do wish I had a really hilarious romantic short story for you - please do tell me, in the comments section below, if you know of any.


Listen

Robert reads "The Orange" by Wendy Cope

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Tomorrow is a bit of a heavy package with a list of hundred books, a Margaret Atwood and a very highly rated short story.