Monday, May 28, 2012

Cupid and Psych-Out


In her hand a little lamp-light,
In her breast a mighty flame,
Sidles Psyche to the bedside
Where the sacred sleeper lays.

She is blushing, she is shaking
As his prettiness she sees
The unclothed God of Loving;
He awakes and off he flees.

Eighteen-hundred year atonement!
And the poor thing dies anon.
Psyche fasts and self-chastizes
'Cause she saw Love in the Raw.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

A Guide to Ottawa (city)

The city of Ottawa, renowned for its Shawarmas and Parliament, belongs to the Queen of England, and comprises over 999 internet connections, diverse churches, a civic hospital, a market, one or two museums, a library, and a Pub, where the beer is good. The canal which flows through the city is called the “Rideau”, and serves in the summer for bathing; the water is very cold and is at one point so wide that that my friend Spencer has to take a really big run just to jump over it. The city itself is beautiful, and appears especially picturesque  when one has turned one’s back on it. It must be very old, because I remember when I graduated three years ago and was shortly thereafter banned from University property, it already had that grave all-knowing look, and was full of parking inspectors, poodles, dissertations, pot-lucks, yoga moms, course-packs, poutine, ultimate frisbee clubs, grad students driving Hyundais, weed pipes, civil servants, public servants, government workers, litigators, and other gators as well. 

Ottawa's lone pub
Some believe that the city was founded during the times of the great native migrations,with every tribe leaving a carbon copy of its members behind, and hence the origin of all those Algonquins, Ravens, GeeGees etc. that to this day wander on Elgin street in bands, distinguished by the colour of their popped collars and cell-phone cases, on the bloody warpath to Centretown, Somerset, and the Market, where they are always lunging at one another. In manners and customs still true to those of the old tribes, they are governed partly by chiefs (which are called “4th years” in their lingo), and partly by their ancient law-lore, styled the “FAQ”, which well deserves a place among the leges barbarorum.

Parliament Hill, where the King lives.


In general, the inhabitants of Ottawa can be roughly  divided into: 

1) students 2) civil servants 3) philistines and 4) black squirrels, but among these groups there is no sharp distinction. The most important are the black  squirrels.  It would be too off-topic to name all the different students and all the different permanent and contract civil servants; with regards to the students, I cannot recall the name of each one at this moment. As for the civil servants, there are many that have no names at all. The number of philistines in Ottawa must be very numerous, perhaps like the sand, or better yet, the mud on the banks of a great river. Truly, when I saw them mornings with their unshaven faces and white dress-shirts before the gates of the ***** du *******, I could scarcely believe that Natural Selection could have “selected”  so many goombas.

A proud member of the public service (contract worker)

Additional details about the city of Ottawa can be conveniently found on the Ottawa wikipedia entry, graciously ghost-written by ex-mayor Larry O’Brien. Although I personally owe the highest obligations to the author, who was my used-car dealer of choice, I nevertheless cannot claim his work to be without fault, and I cannot protest enough against the false opinion that it has barely gainsaid, namely, that the women of Ottawa have extraordinarily large feet.

 In fact, I have been campaigning for years and a day against this particular prejudice, and have to that purpose watched youtube clips on comparative anatomy, cited the most obscure books from the Ottawa Public Library, and indeed studied for hours on end the feet of women walking along Elgin street. In the learned treatise which shall emerge from these exhaustive studies, I intend to discuss:

  1. feet in general
  2. feet in antiquity 
  3. the feet of Mooses 
  4. the feet of Ottawa women
  5. I collect together everything that was said about women’s feet at The Lieutenant’s Pump 
  6. I look at their feet in relation to other body parts, and take this opportunity to enlarge upon knees,thighs etc. and finally 
  7. if I can find enough printer ink, I will follow these chapters with several beautiful coloured pictures of Ottawa women’s feet on glossy paper.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

The Merry Flags of Sussex


Have you been on Sussex drive this week?
My friend, you must go and take a peek.
Near the Chapters, where all the hobos leak
You’ll see our tax dollars dispensative
On some brand new things
Full of battles and kings
That fall under the bracket "commemorative"!

There the merry flags flutter, on old Sussex drive
That keep our royal heritage alive!

I saw one just the other day:
“Remember the battle of Chateauguay!”
(I’d not known it once, I have to say)
But I’ve since done my best to keep it in store:
“Chateauguay, what glory!
Chateauguay! Wait, I’m sorry...
I remember the battle, but forget the war...”

There the merry flags flutter, on old Sussex drive
That keep our royal heritage alive!

"Ah, it was old 1812," I came to learn
“That wonderful fight wherein we did burn
The White House! Huzzah! But I can’t discern
Exactly the reason, or gain for our nation...
Wait, who fought it again?
Wasn’t it Great Britain?”
“Meh, it came with the building on Confederation!”

There the merry flags flutter, on old Sussex drive
That keep our royal heritage alive!

So hurry down and pay your respects
To the flags and the heroes down on old Sussex!
Where the PM is watching from his royal complex
Making sure our bureacracy’s littler:
And besides that, you see
Watching the NDP
Just in-case they once more support Hitler!

There the merry flags flutter, on old Sussex drive
That keep our royal heritage alive!

Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Elements of Guile, by Bunkum and Tightwad


The following style-guide was written by my late professor Dr. Jenkins Bunkum at old P.U. The laws of Dr. Bunkum's class were both simple and inspiring; think for yourself, be yourself, and follow "my little book" or face summary expulsion and a kiss from the nine-tails. Ah, how we learned! Being the famous children's novelist that I am (humble author of Winona's Nest  and Kris the Ol' Pumpkin) I feel completely secure in revealing his secrets to style, writing, and academic hoodwinkery to the world. Your children have already purchased my books. I can pretty much retire on a big sack of money, mostly extracted from the pockets of tittering malnourished school-children who devour my literary pixie-sticks with the same manic ecstasy that they watch cartoon lizards fight robot koalas. I feel like Dr. Bunkum gave me both the impetus to deceive America's youth, and moreover, the technical skill-set to do so. Note that this is only a guide, and will give you access to mere technical proficiency. You'd have to be a real genius to write like me though. I was born, not made. - T.E. Tightwad.

Rule number 1) Omit needless concision. Excess is the bane of writing. One must be as concise as legally possible. When a police officer stops you, what do you think will get you off the hook: telling him your sob-story about the time Uncle Sordello smacked you with a baguette at the wedding, or answering with a simple "yes officer"? The answer is neither, especially if the question is "do you have any illegal substances on your person". The only language of the law, and it is the same with writing, is baksheesh. Accordingly the real first rule is to work-over your reviewers with gift baskets filled with exotic shampoos named after fruits, and exotic fruits named after diseases. This is the only way.

Rule number 2) Where, wear, weir, or ware? It is important to distinguish between homonyms. However, this is difficult. Therefore, simply avoid using any word that sounds like any other word. This will save you countless grunts of confusion when you are laying out your carefully crafted manuscript for the mongoloid reading public. Do not use homonyms in the vicinity of Conservatives; it affronts their vowel-u system.

Rule number 3) Omit needless letters. Wy bother with loz of uzlez leters? They mrly fil up prcius spac. B cncis.

Rule number 4) Never use a Latinate style when will do just as well a Saxon. Remember that English is a motley, disgusting language. It has absorbed the infected words of foreign influence much like an ingrown toenail, and with as much puss. Latin words are jargony, confusing, and slightly homoerotic. Always prefer the vigour of the Saxon tongue. No homo. Consider for example, the excess verbosity that comes with a penchant for Latino-Gallicism in writing with regards to the following phrase:

"The dirunal motion of bio-phospherescent quintillian has determined that luminescent prescience terminates intermittently; on the other hand, biopsy proliferates the idea that conscience dominates prosperously."

Now, would it not be a pleasant yuk to see how clearly that muddle becomes when we use a simple, basic, vigorous Saxon-based English instead? Observe:

"Brecht iG yog Taggetyme, cutty-open handfull longsee end whales-road and bloodhsield!!! Yagger can, ib  þrashug in stalemate yon gewinnen!!!"

Check-mate.

Rule number 5) The active voice is to be used. Nobody likes a passive-aggressive writer. Women find it repulsive; use a passive construction on a conjugal visit, and I guarantee you will be turned out from the boudoir like a bell-boy with stale bran muffins and a roving eye. But how does one tell the difference between the passive and the active voice? 


A good trick is to pretend that you are writing dispatches for some manly or war-like maneouvre. If it seems too polite or perambulatory for the battlefied, too verbose for getting the attention of your bandillero at the bull-fight, too forced and overwrought to convince to woman in your arms that it is you, you you who she must never forget, you with your deadly musk and devil-may care attitude, you who took that hill and with a half bottle of Chianti and cold spaghetti waiting for you in the rain as your only reward, if there is even the slightest hint of an extra syllable that, in the face of the Revolutionary Tribunal, you use with an incorrect and altogether aristocratic accent of the ancien regime, if, at the guillotine, your words to the crowd are a bit too windy and the guy in the front row screams "off with it already, mate!", if all this is true of the world of manly action, then it is the same for your prose style. 

A note on plagiarism - Do not plagiarize. Plagiarism constitutes the most heinous crime in all of academic Christendom. You will be expelled, tortured, beaten with blackjacks and thrown to the University mascot, Charlie the Insane Baboon, if you so much as incline your head towards a Wikipedia article without the proper citations. 

But what IS plagiarism? And how can you avoid it? Plagiarism is defined as using another's words or ideas without proper citation of your source. In fact, nobody can avoid plagiarism. Did you really think that idea up all by yourself? I'm pretty sure you didn't. You're what, 16? Yea. Even if you can't remember your source, that's plagiarism. Maybe you heard a bum say it on the curb. Maybe I said it. Cite us! When in doubt, cite! And cite properly. One slip up in your footnote, one misplaced comma, and you might as well have handed in a verbatim copy of Wuthering Heights as your final paper. You will be tried and shot fairly.

But that doesn't just mean you can cite everything you copy and call that a paper. Oh no, Mr. Joe. You have to put it in your own words. Did you invent the word "ambition"? No? Then who the fuck do you think you are, just bandying it around like that? Cite! And if you really want to use your own words, do so. Instead of the phrase, "MacBeth has overweening ambition", try "MacGrumbleboo hanks oblledingle clambakeism". See how far that gets you. Putz.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Les Bulletins d'un Grand Enthusiast #3 - Enfant du Soleil


May 8th 2012 - Enfant du Soleil



Painfully sunny: The weather of the last two days has been exceedingly bright. The author continues to tan easily.


Painfully grey: But today is muggy and grey. Such is the world.


A political man: The author, who desperately wants to describe his life in its proper political context, probably couldn’t manage it with his present vocabulary. He thinks anybody who uses directions like "right" or "left" to refer to politics is muddled up, since the only real directions are "up" and "down".

Distilling A Bottle of Morals from a Single Experience: He finds he’ll only give money to homeless people if he is walking by himself. This is not something he does or does not do out of principle, but only because (as far as he is qualified to speak to his own motivations) he 1) hates showing off 2) hates an awkward silence.

A History of Fools: The author doesn’t think the whole human race is crazy, just the baby boomers.

Societal Pressure: What has he to fear from society? The author wouldn’t put his finger on it in protest unless it was absolutely necessary, in order to save himself some reading time. However, he has been getting less reading done of late, and this largely due to "the economy".

The Run of the Mill: The author admits it’s a boring job but someone needs to run it.

Complexity: Speaking to reflection, the author thinks it’s healthy to glory in things, and unhealthy to dwell upon failure. But -- all significant action in the world has come about from a lack of confidence, that is, a need to prove by doing. The author thinks this thought will possibly help his generation from its own self-pity.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Les Bulletins d'un Grand Enthusiast #2 - May Day

May 2nd 2012 - May Day



Pis-en-Lit: The author is pleased to report that the dandelions are gathering in full force. He candidly admits that he has for a longtime held closeted pro-weed sentiments ; starting today he will stand by them in public solidarity, and will hopefully not trample too many in doing so.

The Future: Is still unpredictable, last time the author checked.

Novelty: When advice is given to him, the author, on rare occasions, will follow it... for the novelty of the thing.

Ebriosus: The author heard himself saying in conversation that when he is drunk, he adopts “completely the opposite personality” to his own. On reflection, he wonders about the order of causation regarding drunkeness and the polarization of personality type. But, shortly after, he stopped caring.

A sheer delight: On Sunday afternoon the author took a walk along the river. The wind was cold, frequent, and made the swollen river choppy with “whitecaps”. Like the Heron in La Fontaine's fable, he wasn't about to snack on just anything, but kept his beak in the air until he got to a real treat; he only stopped walking when the waves hit the rocks with noticeable emphasis. The path was empty, and he wondered at the neighbours for staying indoors. At the same time, a single other person in sight would have reduced to tinsel the effect of the whole moment. He thought he would call it sublime instead of beautiful because beauty comforts but the sublime has always got something terrible and cold in it too.

What is admirable: According to the author, a solid boredom without restlnessness is admirable.

The Hosses: He took another walk and saw some horses. The author envied them for their tendency to stand so still, until one of them looked at him funny.