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Grex > Writing > #147: As I Was Going to Scarbrough Fair | |
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remmers
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As I Was Going to Scarbrough Fair
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May 4 11:50 UTC 1995 |
As I was going to Scarbrough Fair
I met a man who wasn't there.
Who'd have thought that such could be?
Not you, not him, not her, not me!
I'll tell you how he didn't look:
Not like a thimble, carp, or rook.
He didn't look like Forrest Gump
Or like a camel's middle hump.
And here is what he didn't say:
"I left my heart at Thunder Bay."
And here is what he didn't ask:
"Have you seen my Opus mask?"
I'd tell you what he didn't do
But it was so complex that you
Nor I could start to comprehend
And details would but vaguely blend.
Of course, he didn't have a hat,
Nor any coat, and for that mat-
Ter neither did he have a shoe,
Nor collar, tie, nor dickey too.
Was he happy, angry, glum?
Wore a mushroom on his thumb?
Green beard hanging to his waist?
Nose stuck on with library paste?
Five miles wide and ten miles tall?
Eyes the size of Albert Hall?
Holding nine immense balloons
Decorated with cartoons?
Or, perhaps, a tiny guy,
Riding on a tsetse fly?
By his side would you have met
A common flea, his faithful pet?
Equestrian, would that be him?
Galloping just on a whim
Wherever fancy took his heart?
Centaur dude, a breed apart?
Answer's no to all of course;
He wasn't giant, mite, nor horse,
But just a figment, etched in air --
And so, in truth, was Scarbrough Fair.
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odye
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response 1 of 11:
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May 4 14:33 UTC 1995 |
Hey, that was fun!! I liked it. Lots of twists, good phrases...
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brighn
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response 2 of 11:
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May 4 15:41 UTC 1995 |
john, what are you smoking? can i have some? :)
<that was a compliment, by the way... it's hard to tell with me>
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kami
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response 3 of 11:
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May 5 18:01 UTC 1995 |
Nicely done, in the great folk tradition of stealing wherever you can get it.
Thanks!
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remmers
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response 4 of 11:
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May 6 11:33 UTC 1995 |
I stole?
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rcurl
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response 5 of 11:
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May 6 18:42 UTC 1995 |
There is a poem and/or balad about Scarborough Fair, which, however, would
certainly not bear much resemblance to this poem. I have not been able
to find it yet. Besides, this is Scarbrough Fair, not Scarborough.
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brighn
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response 6 of 11:
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May 7 04:20 UTC 1995 |
Well, there's always:
"Are you going to Scarborough fair, Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme..."
but little resemblance to above.
However, I did get the distinct impression that #0 was similar to many
things I have read before, an odd mix of genres, styles, and rhythms.
"We passed upon the stair, although he was not there" -- D. Bowie
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remmers
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response 7 of 11:
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May 7 23:03 UTC 1995 |
I seem to remember encountering a children's poem about "the little
man who wasn't there", when I was a child.
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rcurl
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response 8 of 11:
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May 8 06:49 UTC 1995 |
"As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish, he'd go away."
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remmers
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response 9 of 11:
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May 8 10:33 UTC 1995 |
Yep, that's it.
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rcurl
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response 10 of 11:
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May 8 16:31 UTC 1995 |
I think the first line is actually:
"Yesterday upon the stair"
I thought it might be Edward Lear, but I have the complete Lear, and
didn't find it there. Or, on the stair.
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remmers
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response 11 of 11:
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May 9 10:44 UTC 1995 |
Perhaps it's autobiographical.
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