From time to time I like to take the first line of a favourite poem and rewrite the rest. Sonnet 29 is one of Shakespeare’s most famous. This is it
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
It’s about all sorts: self pity and self loathing and envy. This is my take, from a modern perspective.
When in disgrace, with fortune and men’s eyes,
I binge on chocolate and crappy box sets.
The world is fucked and I really despise
All those smug sods who post about their pets
And photograph their food, and their taut abs
While they try to influence some weak fool
With products that promise to fight the flab
And change them from dork to the super cool.
I don’t need the fix of counting likes,
And emojis are a stupid drug
For those for whom the latest Nikes
Are free in return for a casual plug.
So what if I’m thought a pariah?
My moral plinth could not be higher.
oops, I photograph my food and talk about my pet. Sorry Geoff.
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Shocked I am!!
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I thought about putting a “thumbs up” emoji along with the “well done.” expletive, but somehow talked myself out of it.
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Very wise or yo7 may find yourself in a poem…!!
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I know. The horror, the horror.
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We who would stand on our high soap boxes if only we could scramble up onto them, salute you!
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It’s a wide welcome box, Pauline; come up and join in the rant!
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😀
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That was another poem I had to memorize in school. I much prefer your version. My daughter tells me that all those dining photos are called “food porn.” Sounds about right.
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Yes, food porn, v true. I heard some restaurants took umbrage at the time spent getting the perfect picture and not eating and enjoying the food…
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Too funny. No wonder some of those food “influencers” are so skinny.
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I think that’s what Will was teaching for. Fabulous.
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Thanks George…
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Hmmm… well, it might could use a bit of work around the parts about “super cool” and “crappy box sets;” besides those, Mr. LePard, you’re a promising poet.
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Flattery indeed…😎
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Ha, fantastic!
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