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May the lilt of Irish laughter
lighten every load.
– Irish Blessing
Showing posts with label St. Patrick's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Patrick's Day. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Carrie Clickard: Limerick Writers Anonymous
Happy St. Paddy's Day!
I'm afraid you won't find a single pint of beer (green or otherwise) at Today's Little Ditty, but raise your glass if you know what you will find . . .
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| Photo: Sean an Scuab |
Yeah, y'ar right! With a touch of Leprechaun magic, you can be transported to the 16 posts that live at Limerick Alley.
It's been over a year since we've entertained any new ones, but as luck would have it, Carrie Clickard is here to satisfy your thirst for this looks-easy-but-isn't poetry form. She's filled her paddy wagon with a ditty-load of 'em, so let's join her for the ride, shall we? It'll be grand!
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Welcome to another Rhyme Crime Investigation
... and the first official meeting of Limerick Writers Anonymous.
There’s a rustle of shuffling feet and a surreptitious slurping of coffee as the meeting comes to order. Stepping up to a rickety podium in front of the thicket of folding chairs, a determined but ill at ease woman clears her throat and says: “Hi, my name is Carrie, and I’m a limerick writer.”
What? No chorus of comradely hello’s back? Sigh. It’s hard to find anyone who’ll stand up and proudly declare themselves a limerick writer—which is a pity for a poetic form that can count Elizabeth I, Thomas Aquinas, Aristophanes, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Rudyard Kipling and Shakespeare among its practitioners. A swift search of YouTube will also offer up limericks recited by Garrison Keillor, Michael Palin, Christopher Hitchens and even a NASA astronaut.
No, really—one of the questions on the NASA application asked astronaut candidates to describe their selection process in a tweet, a haiku or a limerick. If you watch the video you'll discover his limerick is a bit of a metrical shambles, but as a poet, how cool is it knowing that there’s one part of the astronaut’s application process we could ACE? I’m trading in my comfy sweats for a spacesuit.
So why has this once-proud five line AABBA form ended up in the doggerel house? It might have just a bit to do with content. Morris Bishop expressed the problem wittily in a limerick of his own:
The limerick is furtive and mean;
You must keep her in close quarantine,
Or she sneaks to the slums
And promptly becomes
Disorderly, drunk, and obscene.
It’s true. The limericks everyone seems to remember have lines that end in Nantucket. (No, no, I’m not going to repeat it. Look it up if you must.) But it’s not just bad behavior that gets limerick writers sneered at, it’s bad SCANSION. Time and again you find limericks limping along with scraggly line length, verb inversions, forced meter a regular rogue’s gallery of Rhyme Crime perpetrators. You’d think with only five lines it would be easy-peasy to keep rhyme crisp, clean and correct. But like a certain bishop in Hong Kong, you’d be wrong.
Researching for this post I found a surprising number of clunkers from poets whose pen I’m not worthy to touch. Like:
There is a poor sneak called Rossetti
As a painter with many kicks met he
With more as a man
But sometimes he ran
And that saved the rear of Rossetti.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
and
There was a professor named Chesterton
Who went for a walk with his best shirt on
Being hungry he ate it
but lived to regret it
and ruined his life for his digestion.
W S Gilbert
Ouch. I could add a dozen more examples, but if you’ve been following along with the Rhyme Crime posts, you’re probably already diagnosing the problems and fixing them in your head. “Ate it” and “regret it” don’t rhyme, even in a Cockney accent. “Kicks met he” is an inversion you wouldn’t get away with today. The lines aren’t consistent in syllable length. And whether “best shirt on” and digestion rhyme is debatable. So if two such noted poets can slip up, can we hope to do better? We can but try, as my English teacher used to say.
Don't miss a beat
Back in the day, limericks most often used anapestic meter – two short syllables followed by a long one – three feet in lines 1, 2 and 5, and only two feet in lines 3 and 4. So:
(A) Da da dum da da dum da da dumAnapestic verse was a favorite of Dr. Seuss, and thus holds a special place in my heart, but if it isn’t your cup of tea, that’s ok. Modern limericks can be written in your meter-of-choice but the rules still apply. Rhythm must be consistent, unforced and you need to have a uniform number of beats in rhyming lines. If you have to put the em-PHAS-is on the wrong syl-LA-ble, or swallow a syllable to make things fit, go back and rewrite. You can do better.
(A) Da da dum da da dum da da dum
(B) Da da dum da da dum
(B) Da da dum da da dum
(A) Da da dum da da dum da da dum
Now before you throw out the baby with the bathwater, remember we’re ruling out weak word choices, not the joy of wordplay. The fun Ogden Nash has in this verse is enough to make any critic overlook the one extra beat.
A wonderful bird is the pelican,
His bill can hold more than his beli-can.
He can take in his beak
Food enough for a week
But I’m damned if I see how the heli-can.
The same can be said for Mark Twain’s clever abbreviated verse. Be sure you read “Co.” as “company” and do the same at the end of lines 2 and 5 or you’ll miss the joke.
A man hired by John Smith and Co.Funny enough to forgive those clunky lines 3 and 4? You decide.
Loudly declared that he’d tho.
Men that he saw
Dumping dirt by the door
The drivers, therefore, didn’t do. *
* Michelle here: for Twain-challenged folk like myself, read company/thump any/dump any.
Wait, is it form or funny that’s more important?
Excellent question.
This limerick is simply sublime
It’s flawless in meter and rhyme.
As for wit, pun or thought?
It expresses but naught
and to write it took acres of time.
Anonymous
Like any poem, a good limerick will communicate with the reader, expressing a meaning, a feeling, or both. Whether your intent is jovial, snide, silly, bawdy, romantic or educational, if you don’t get your point across, all the reader ends up with is a collection of syllables. You’ve got five lines and a handful of syllables to do it in. Use them wisely.
Scare your readers:
Each night father fills me with dreadTeach them something:
when he sits on the foot of my bed;
I’d not mind that he speaks
in vile gibbers and squeaks
but for seventeen years he's been dead.
Edward Gorey
It filled Galileo with mirthBreak their hearts:
To watch his two rocks fall to Earth.
He gladly proclaimed,
"Their rates are the same,
And quite independent of girth!
American Physical Society contest entry
My life has become a motif
of daily compassion and grief,
of watching the ends
of lovers and friends
whose candles have been far too brief.
Lawrence Schimel
From … Measure for Measure: An Anthology of Poetic Metres,
edited by Annie Finch and Alexandra Oliver:
Leave them laughing:
A young girl at college, Miss Breeze,
Weighted down by B.A.s and Lit.D's,
Collapsed from the strain,
Said her doctor, "It's plain
You are killing yourself — by degrees!"
Anonymous
And we’re doing all this, why?
Clearly some good hard work and poetry chops go into limerick writing, when you’re doing it right. What are you going to do with them now that you’ve got those little witty jewels polished to perfection? Send them out into the world to earn a living, naturally.
Try the Saturday Evening Post Limerick Contest. Six times a year the Saturday Evening Post holds a limerick contest based on one of their iconic cover illustrations. Winners are published in the print magazine, online and win a small cash prize. A select few talented runners up get published on the website too, like someone we all know and love here at Today’s Little Ditty, Ms. Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. You can read her fabulous limerick on the Saturday Evening Post site here and learn about how to enter the contest yourself here.
What about The Washington Post’s Style Invitational weekly contest that rotates between headlines, punkus (haikus with puns), limericks and other fun forms?
And, drumroll please, if you happen to be both a limerick fan and a word nerd like me, here’s an irresistible opportunity: The Omnificent English Dictionary in Limerick Form. Uh huh, you heard that right. Their goal is to “write at least one limerick for each meaning of each and every word in the English language. Our best limericks will clearly define their words in a humorous or interesting way, although some may provide more entertainment than definition, or vice versa.” They’re currently working on Aa through Ge, and expect to be completed in 2076.
I am so going to do this. Maybe I’ll start with E for “Equations” like the brainiac who turned this mathematical equation into a limerick:
It’s not a trick. There IS a limerick in all those number. Here’s a little clue: Think of words we might use in place of numbers, for example people often say a “dozen” eggs instead of twelve.
Give up? (I certainly did.) So, here's the answer:
A dozen, a gross, and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a bit more.
Jon Saxton
That’s some wicked clever thinking and some pretty mad limerick skills as well. Feeling inspired? What are you still doing here? Go on, get out there and WRITE.
Maestro? A little St. Patrick’s Day exit music please …
Cheers, Carrie! I had a whale of a good time!
Read Carrie's other Rhyme Crime posts on Today's Little Ditty:
- Igor Meter: Step One– PICK A BEAT
- Nearly Nellie: Step Two– MAKE IT STICK
- Wrench-it Ralph: Step Two (continued)– Unwrench Your Rhyme
- Singsong Sal: Step Three– CHANGE IT UP
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Monday, March 17, 2014
Monday Musing: St. Patrick's Day
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| 1907 Portrait of William Butler Yeats, by John Butler Yeats |
A Drinking Song
by William Butler Yeats
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
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