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Edward Lear
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lutra
I hope that Edward Lear fans have been following Radio 3's essay series this week in his honour. The majority of the essays are by academics, but tomorrow's is a whimsical piece by the cartoonist Ralph Steadman, reflecting on what he and Lear have in common.
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Hello, lutra, and welcome!
For reference, the series (now on LA) starts here, and - for vinteuil's sake! - there's one on his work as an artist (I think it's on tonight).
I think maybe they'll be available as a podcast (available for 30 days) once the series has ended. They don't seem to go up on a daily basis.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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I have an 1889 edition of the Book of Nonsense, in terrible condition, it has been mauled by about five generations of children, the latest being me. I intend to repair it, then get it rebound. I agree that making the last line the same as the first is a bit of a let-down. Rude ones are the best:
"There was a young man of Madras
Whose b***s were made out of brass
In windy weather
They rubbed together
And sparks flew out of his a**e."
I also have a print of his Eagle Owl, a most ferocious beast. My mum used to have two of his parrot prints, but I think my sis must have made off with them. He was a very fine draughtsman.
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Originally posted by umslopogaas View Post
I also have a print of his Eagle Owl, a most ferocious beast. My mum used to have two of his parrot prints, but I think my sis must have made off with them. He was a very fine draughtsman.
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Great stuff, vinteuil! Mine is a different owl, though with a similarly fierce expression. The parrots arent there, as I recall they were macaws, one was mostly red and the other blue and yellow.
Apologies if I've posted this before (it isnt by Lear, but its in the spirit):
There was a young fellow called Sidney
Who drank till he injured a kidney
It shrank and it shrank
But he drank and he drank
... well, he had fun doing it, didnt he?
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I learnt this at grammar school (it's supposed to be by W S Gilbert):
There was a young man from Dundee
Who was horribly stung by a wasp.
When they asked "Does it hurt?"
He replied "No it doesn't;
I'm so glad it wasn't a hornet"
And talking of school days (odd how one little thing can open the floodgates of memory):
The Dean undressed with pious zest
The Vicar's wife to lie on.
She thought it rude
To do it nude
So he kept his old school tie on.
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This has nothing to do with Lear, except that its a limerick (just to show that I am aware of the need to keep on topic, even though I am largely ignoring it):
From the crypt of the church of Saint Giles
Came a scream that echoed for miles
Said the vicar 'Good gracious!
Has Father Ignatius
Forgotten the bishop has piles?'
Sorry ... that lowered the tone a bit.
This is from the 'I'm Sorry I Havent a Clue' official limerick collection:
As a child I was troubled by nits
Which I caught when we stayed in the Ritz
We moved to the Savoy
Where a rogue saveloy
Leapt up and thrilled granny to bits.
So's this:
At an orgy old Julius Caesar
Met a virgin and tried hard to please her
She said: 'my name's Mimi
Are you pleased to see me?
Or is that the tower of Pisa?'
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Those interested in Edward Lear may want to visit this exhibition of his artwork at the Ashmolean, opening today and running until 6 January 2013.
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