Friday, May 28, 2004

Shameless Plagerism

The committee meeting is coming up quite soon and I don’t have time to share one of the essays bursting from my little book of arcane runes, so here are some arcane runes from one of my close personal friends:

The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark - now glittering - now reflecting gloom -
Now lending splendour, where from secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings
Of waters, - with a sound but half its own,
Such as a feeble brook will oft assume
In the wild woods, among the mountains lone,
Where waterfalls around it leap for ever
Where woods and winds contend, and a vast river
Over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves.

First part of Mont Blanc, Percy Shelley (1816)

Plagerism begets plagerism:

A Pig’s-Eye View of Literature
by Dorothy Parker

Byron and Shelley and Keats
Were a trio of Lyrical treats.
The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls,
And Keats never was a descendant of earls,
And Byron walked out with a number of girls,
But it didn’t impair the poetical feats
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley and Keats.