Some Fannish Ponderings...

Point the first: No, I'm not dead or have otherwise abandoned the 'net (or even gone off to reinvent myself somewhere else)
Point the second: I appear to be in the process of thoroughly gaining myself another fandom. Like I needed one of those. At least this time I can blame my brother. If he hadn't objected to the steady Discovery/History Channel/News/Sports diet (with the occasional Midsommer Murders, Taggart and Antiques Roadshow thrown in when relevant) I would never have started watching actual programmes again - and I certainly wouldn't have ended up here. *nods* Yep. This is definitely All His Fault.

( A New Obsession For An Old[er] Show )

For National Poetry Day

Believe it or not, this is a poem I studied for GCSE English Literature. It's one of the only poems from the course that made any impact on me - possibly because it's one of those creepy childhood/adulthood poems (though less creepy than the [possibly Dylan Thomas] poem that talked about dropping kittens in a sack into a stream!) - and I think I quite possibly wrote the same essay (or at least, variations on a theme) about it on every English exam I sat upto and including my actual GCSE exam. It got me an A grade first time up, so why improve on perfection? *grin*


Nursery Rhyme of Innocence and Experience

I had a silver penny
And an apricot tree
And I said to the sailor
On the white quay

Sailor O sailor
Will you bring me
If I give you my penny
And my apricot tree

A fez from Algeria
An Arab drum to beat
A little gilt sword
And a parakeet?'

And he smiled and he kissed me
As strong as death
And I saw his red tongue
And I felt his sweet breath

'You may keep your penny
And your apricot tree
And I'll bring your presents
Back from the sea.'

O the ship dipped down
On the rim of the sky
And I waited while three
Long summers went by

Then one steel morning
On the white quay
I saw a grey ship
Come in from the sea

Slowly she came
Across the bay
For her flashing rigging
Was shot away

All round her wake
The seabirds cried
And flew in and out
Of the hole in her side

Slowly she came
In the path of the sun
And I heard the sound
Of a distant gun

And a stranger came running
Up to me
From the deck of the ship
And he said, said he

'O are you the boy
Who would wait on the quay
With the silver penny
And the apricot tree?

I've a plum-coloured fez
And a drum for thee
And a sword and a parakeet
From over the sea.'

'O where is the sailor
With the bold red hair?
And what is that volley
On the bright air?

O where are the other
Girls and boys?
And why have you brought me
Children's toys?'

CHARLES CAUSLEY