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2003-11-28 lunchtime (utc)



A good BBC article on the making of EU law:

  • Laws proposed by European Commission Law adopted if position taken by European Parliament (EP) at first reading is approved by Council of Ministers
  • Law also adopted if position taken by Council of Ministers is approved by EP at second reading
  • EP can reject law or propose amendments with backing of more than half of total number of MEPs Law adopted if Council of Ministers approves EP amendments by qualified majority, or (when the Commission opposes an amendment) by unanimity
  • If needed, conciliation is committee convened to find compromise, which is adopted by majority of votes cast in EP (third reading) and qualified majority in Council

We note in passing that the rat-bastards who endorsed the Franco-German scuppering of the stability and growth pact were the finance ministers of the Eurozone nations, i.e., persons appointed at the national level. Faceless Eurocrats this wasn't - the Commission is furious, as is the central bank.


We have discussed, without resolving it, the question of when a group of persons a people. One might also ask, when does mass murder become genocide? The defence team of convicted Bosnian Serb war criminal Radislav Krstic is apparently seeking a lower bound:

Radislav Krstic received a 46-year sentence for his involvement in the 1995 killing of 7,000 Muslims [from Srebrenica]. His defence team says the numbers were too "insignificant" for genocide and Krstic did not plan the killings.

A thing that annoys me, although it is not the only thing, is the apparent consensus that the Balkan states are natural future members of the EU, notwithstanding that they've had a few domestics over the years, while Turkey - a peaceful secular democracy - is widely regarded as beyond the pale. In the spirit of a Yoorpean siblinghood that transcends a blame culture, we will refrain from pointing the finger at the ring-leaders of this view, however German they may be.


Point de Vue is back from sabbatical, hoorah! And it has an article on prinsess Madeleine (hoorah, hoorah!) with the angle that she's grown up and calmed down and it's all down to lurrrrrve, aww. Besides, there's pictures.


In a break from the BBC news site, how about the BBC "Big Read" site? (The Big Read is a BBC organised poll to allow the British public to insist yet again that Lord of the Rings is the greatest book ever written. We'll keep having polls until you give a sensible answer, Public, and don't think we won't!)

Grouching aside, the Lost in Translation bit may amuse our Varied Reader: "See if you can guess the foreign titles of some of the final 21 Big Read books and try not to get lost in translation!"

It is a plug for their online language courselets, but why not?


2003-11-28 early-ish (utc)

Le hype est de retour

The new Harry Potter is out in French on the 3rd of December, and the French media is doing its thing in the build up. From the excellent L'Express article:

Des traductions sauvages circulent: les mmes se rpartissent les chapitres, avant de mettre le tout en ligne. Discrtement... Sinon, on risquerait des ennuis avec Gallimard, reconnat Clarisse, 14 ans, hier mdiocre angliciste. A la stupfaction de ses parents, elle a pass son mois de juillet plancher sur 50 pages pour avoir le plaisir, la mi-aot, de lire avant tout le monde L'Ordre du Phnix en franais. C'est difficile, mais rigolo, cause des expressions inventes par Rowling. Toutefois, je prfre quand mme la traduction de Jean-Franois Mnard, explique cette sage lve de troisime, en hommage aux talents unanimement clbrs de l'homme qui a su imaginer des quivalents franais aux mots muggle (moldu), Hogwarts (Poudlard), howler (beuglante) ou mudblood (sang-de-bourbe).

Bootleg translations are circulating: kids divide up the chapters, and assemble the results online. Discretely... "Otherwise there's a risk of trouble from Gallimard," acknowledges Clarisse, 14, previously an indifferent Englishiste. To her parents' astonishment, she spent the month of July slogging through 50 pages to have the pleasure, in mid-August, of reading the Order of the Phoenix in French before anyone else. In any case, I still prefer Jean-Franois Menard's translation, explains the wise third year student, in tribute to the universally-celebrated talents of the man who has been able to come up with "French" equivalents of the words "muggle" (moldu), "Hogwarts" (Poudlard), "howler" (beuglante) or "mudblood" (sang-de-bourbe).

He's good at the jargon, for sure, but he does strip out flourishes and specks of colour, we have remarked. Still, I'm not paying 20-something euros for the hardback, and the French paperback will be a long time coming, and frankly I'm not sure I can be bothered anyway - the HP sequence was very helpful at bringing my French reading skills to a new level, but these days I think I'd rather read autochthonous French mental junk food.

[via la muselivre, which is as excellent as it is prolific, and it is very prolific.]


2003-11-27 late-ish (utc)

Persons of peculiar peoplehood: procedures and precedents

[Update 2: The Thulepeople lost, but are going to appeal to the Yoorpean Court of Human Rights.

[Update: PF has more stuff on this]

In an update to a previous post, it turns out that a Danish court had already awarded the Thule hunters compensation, but some of them are dissatisfied and are upping the stakes. In particular, they have made the case that they are an individual indigenous people distinct from the Inuit in general and thus entitled to the rights set out in the UN charter on indigenous peoples to which Denmark is a signatory, and that in particular, they have been turfed off their particular indegenous territory, which is a bit of a no-no under the charter, and that relocating them to other bits of Greenland just doesn't cut it.

The state, on the other hand, is having none of it:

Som ventet var det en af Kammeradvokatens hovedpointer at bestride, at Thulefangerne er et srligt oprindeligt folk, der adskiller sig fra den vrige befolkning i Grnland. Det er nemlig et vsentligt argument i sagsfremstillingen fra Christian Harlang. For det frste gr han gldende, at Thulefolkets eksistens er truet, hvis de ikke fr lov til at vende tilbage til deres gamle boplads og fangstomrder. For det andet har Danmark srlige forpligtelser over for Thulefangerne, nr de er et oprindeligt folk. Det flger af Danmarks tilslutning til FNs konvention om oprindelige folk.

As expected one of the state advocates main goals was to dispute that the Thule hunters are a distinct indigenous people, separate from the main population of Greenland. This is in fact an essential argument in the advocacy of Christian Harlang [representing the Thule persons]. Firstly, he submitted that Thulepeople's existence is threatened if they don't get permission to return to their old livingplace and hunting grounds. Secondly, Denmark has special obligations concerning the Thule hunters given that they are an indegenous people. That follows from Denmark's signing of the UN's convention on indigenous peoples.

In particular, Article 14, Paragraph 1:

The rights of ownership and possession of the peoples concerned over the lands which they traditionally occupy shall be recognised. In addition, measures shall be taken in appropriate cases to safeguard the right of the peoples concerned to use lands not exclusively occupied by them, but to which they have traditionally had access for their subsistence and traditional activities. Particular attention shall be paid to the situation of nomadic peoples and shifting cultivators in this respect.

So the question, which is a favourite question with the editorial staff at Desbladet, is: Under what circumstances does a group of persons constitute a people?

Iflge Kammeradvokaten er der dog kun t oprindeligt folk i Grnland, og det er grnlnderne som sdan. Det har Grnlands Hjemmestyre erklret sig enige i i en flleserklring med den danske regering, da Danmark i 1996 tilsluttede sig FNs konvention om oprindelige folk, ppegede Kammeradvokaten. Han sagde samtidig, at Thulefangerne siden flytningen til et omrde ca. 140 kilometer nord for Thule, har valgt at indtrde i det grnlandske Landsrd og i kommuneordningen og dermed har ladet sig integrere i resten af det grnlandske samfund.

According to the State advocate is there only one indigenous people, and that is the Greenlanders as such. Greenland's Home-Rule declared themself unanimous in this in a joint declaration with the Danish government, when Denmark signed the UN convention of indegenous peoples in 1996, the State advocate pointed out.

I am not a lawyer (and these translations are very much for information only, for sure), but I think that point is going to play against them.

Kammeradvokaten pointerede over for de syv hjesteretsdommere, at det kan f alvorlige konomiske konsekvenser for Grnland, hvis fangerne fr medhold. For dermed fr Thuleboerne rettens ord for, at de er et oprindeligt folk, og s kan Grnland eksempelvis ikke lngere njes med t uddannelsessystem. For s skal der afsttes millioner af kroner til at servicere Thulefolket og andre grnlndere, der mtte krve anerkendelse som sregne, med helt egne institutioner.

The State advocate told the seven high court judges that there could be grave economic consequences for Greenland if they found in favour of the hunters. For this would establish a legal precedent that the Thulepeople are an indegenous people, and so Greenland could, for example, no longer make do with a single education system. Thus it would require millions of krone more to service the Thulepeople and other groups of Greenlanders that would require recognition as individual, with their own institutions.

Education is covered by Article 28, paragraph 1:

Children belonging to the peoples concerned shall, wherever practicable, be taught to read and write in their own indigenous language or in the language most commonly used by the group to which they belong. When this is not practicable, the competent authorities shall undertake consultations with these peoples with a view to the adoption of measures to achieve this objective.

and Article 30 has some more stuff:

1. Governments shall adopt measures appropriate to the traditions and cultures of the peoples concerned, to make known to them their rights and duties, especially in regard to labour, economic opportunities, education and health matters, social welfare and their rights deriving from this Convention.

2. If necessary, this shall be done by means of written translations and through the use of mass communications in the languages of these peoples.

So there you have it. Today the thing I would want have grown up to be is a lawyer - I find this wildly entertaining. Tomorrow, you may be relieved to note, I will try to find other things entertaining.


Radio coverage: 1, 2

Berlingske tiden: 1, 1 2 (the one quoted)

Information: 1, 2

[all links via Birgitte, tack s mycket]


2003-11-27 15:10 (utc)

Stockholm, and other frosty receptions

The Grauniad has a thing called Netjetters in which persons of no discernible talent are sponsored to go travelling and write cheap hilarious copy for their online site. One of their 'jetteurs did a brief stint in Stockholm, sleeping on his ex-girlfriend's floor:

I crept out of the flat promising not to be back too soon and went to look around the Royal Palace. Still the official residence of the King and Queen of Sweden, it seemed more like a neglected old museum. Some of the royal coaches hadn't been used in over 150 years. This may be explained by the fact that no Swedish king, including the current one, has actually had a coronation since 1905. "Personal reasons," said the guide. "Like what?" I asked, more than a little confused. "Well they thought it would be too expensive and they didn't want all the fuss and bother." God knows what Princess Madelene [sic] would make of the House of Windsor.

Sigh. It is all of about the same quality, you will exult to hear. Bill Bryson's many chins will no doubt quake with chortling at the lack of danger his bank balance is in, but there's little to amuse anyone else unless you find misspelling the names of Swedish prinsessor funny...


2003-11-27 14:01 (utc)

Rondeau ruminations

My next poetry exercise is meant to be a rondeau, but the examples there look to be pedagogical, and I haven't been able to find a real example in Engleesh of any consequence. (I mention this as a cunning plan to incite my Varied Reader to remark that I have foolishly overlooked Ezra Pounds classic "I farted while eating a sausage, begging your pardon your Ladyship," adapted from the Provenal of Guillome Caboer (n Sauvignon).)

In any case, one can hardly get much of a feel for a form without ever seeing it used well, so let's have a French one, Clemont Marot's "De sa grande amie" ("Of his great woman-friend").

Dedans Paris, ville jolie,
Un jour, passant mlancolie,
Je pris alliance nouvelle
 la plus gaie demoiselle
Qui soit d'ici en Italie.
D'honntet elle est saisie,
Et crois (selon ma fantaisie)
Qu'il n'en est gure de plus belle
            Dedans Paris.
Je ne la vous nommerai mie,
Sinon que c'est ma grande amie ;
Car l'alliance se fit telle
Par un doux baiser que j'eus d'elle,
Sans penser aucune infamie,
            Dedans Paris.

(I'm working up a post on Inuit indigenosity - see the guestbladet for sources if you read Danish, don't already know, and can't wait.)


2003-11-27 10:28 (UTC)

Ooops, je l'ai fait encore une fois

When I actually buy Lib on actual paper I like to get my money's worth by actually reading it.

Last night, then, I had a look at their chess problem du jour, which is essentially the same as "Winning Move" in the times - find the combination that forces an immediate win in a position usually drawn from a real game. I am very bad at chess, but these are usually within reach of my abilities: it is, of course, a lot easier to spot a something if you're told there's a something to spot. It still took an hour to go through the possible variations, about 57 minutes of which is attributable to me losing my place.

So of course I had to get today's paper to check I was right, and I'll have to check out their lines against mine in detail tonight. It's a fiendish hook, and I'm caught on it.


2003-11-26 15:56 (UTC)

Yoorp, Imperialist

It's not just the Roma ("gypsies"), you know! If you're indigenous and ethnique, you too could be brushed aside as an irrelevance!

Tout a commenc en 1941, en pleine Guerre mondiale, quand le Danemark autorisa son alli amricain implanter des bases ariennes au Groenland, Thul notamment. Cet accord de coopration militaire fut renforc dans le cadre de l'Otan en 1951, tant donn la valeur stratgique de la colonie danoise au dbut de la guerre froide. Le Danemark ne prit pas la peine de consulter la population locale, reprsente par un conseil des chasseurs, pour donner son feu vert l'agrandissement de la base arienne, et ordonna en mai 1953 le dplacement des autochtones, une petite communaut inuit vivant de la chasse et de la pche traditionnelles.

It all started in 1941, at the height of the war, when Denmark authorised its ally America to establish airbases on Greenland, notably at Thule. This agreement of military cooperation was strengthened by Nato in 1951, given the strategic value of the Danish colony at the start of the Cold War. Denmark didn't bother to consult the local people, represented by a hunters' council, before giving the green light to the enlargement of the air base, and authorising in 1953 the eviction of the native persons, a small Inuit community living by hunting and fishing in the traditional manner.

These days, of course, even Persons of Ethnicity have recourse to the law:

Un demi-sicle aprs avoir t chasss des terres de leurs anctres, les Inuits du Groenland poursuivent l'Etat danois devant les sept juges de la Cour suprme de Copenhague. Les Inuits rclament le droit de retour sur leurs terres ancestrales ainsi qu'une indemnisation de 234 millions de couronnes danoises (32 millions d'euros), pour le prjudice qu'ils subissent depuis cinquante ans.

Half a century after having been evicted from their ancestral lands, the Inuit of Greenland are bringing a legal action the Danish state before the seven judges of the Supreme Court in Copenhagen ("Shoppingharbour"). The Inuit claim the right of return to their ancestral lands and compensation of 234 million Danish krone ("crowns") for the prejudice they've endured for fifty years.

Prejudice? Denmark? Surely not! As long as you nod and smile when they start going on about the war, they're pretty harmless, isn't it?


2003-11-26 12:35

Prinsess-free Twinkletree ceremony

The traditional Twinkletree truncation is transacted:

The Norwegian Christmas tree which will adorn Trafalgar Square in London this year was felled in the forest outside Oslo on Tuesday. The 100 year old spruce is 22 metres tall and weighs 3,500 kilos. The traditional tree-cutting ceremony was attended by Oslo Mayor Per Ditlev-Simonsen, the Lord Mayor of Westminster, Jan Prendergast and the British Ambassador to Oslo, Mariot Leslie.

Every year for more than 50 years, the City of Oslo has cut five Christmas trees which are sent to London, Rotterdam, Antwerp, Reykjavik and Washington.

What no Mette-Marit? No, sadly, her daddy-in-law (her daddy-in-law is the King!) is a bit poorly. Last year she was in London and did the illuminations, you will recall. (*Wistful sigh*)

Make a note in your diaries for the uplighting:

Det store juletr p Trafalgar Square bliver tndt den 4. december klokken ca. 18.15. Tret er som altid leveret af Norge som tak for briternes indsats under 2. verdenskrig.

The towering Twinkletree in Trafalgar Square will be illuminated on the 4th of December, about 6:15 pm. The Tree is always delivered by Norway in thanks for British help during World War II.

Typical Danes, isn't it, always bringing the war into everything...

[Tack to Anna Louise for the Mette-Marit link]


2003-11-26 10:10 (UTC)

Georgia's always on my mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-muh-mind

In an attempt to reduce the already modest amount of time this blogs devotes to Forren Affairs, we will henceforth assume that anyone who cares about that stuff is reading Cinderella Bloggerfella.

Since we of this 'bladet spell Tblisi "Tblissi" and assume you read yesterday's Le Monde (it was the first time for me, and in many ways reminded me of the pre-Murdoch Times of my childhood, back when you didn't need to dim the lights to mistake it for a newspaper), we will forbear to comment on events there, and instead swipe of an article closer to our abiding preoccupations.

From a quote of a unlinkable review of a book I may never read, then:

The controversy between "Romanists" and "Germanists" gripped public debate from the Renaissance onwards. Under the influence of certain Protestant thinkers, such as Hotman, a powerful current of thought would try to link the French monarchy to its Germanic past. A way for these monarchomaques to fight growing absolutism by affirming that the King of France was descended from the King of the Franks, a simple warrior elected on the pavois [here=shield]. Realising the danger of this Germanist thesis, the monarchy, after a brief period where it entertained a dream of Trojan ancestry, responded by insisting on its Roman past. It was from the Roman Empire that the King of France drew his power. Hadn't the Eastern Emperor Anastasius delegated his power in the West to Clovis in 508?

As Calvin once said, "I cannot divulge that information, as it might compromise our agents in the field."

A nation needs its myths like anyone else, of course, and I remain fascinated by the uneasy interaction (the problematical dialectic, if you like, which I do) of the requirements of such myths as sources of idelogical legitimation with what scholarship at any stage claims to have established actually happened.

The real superiority of the Republic would be to turn its back on this historical debate without rejecting it as such. Because it's a characteristic of our nation to raise itself to the level of the universal. "Germany's vocation, " said Lavisse, "is to claim everything Germanic - What is ours? There is no doubt that we are charged with representing the cause of humanity." So the nation of Vercingetorix, of Caesar and of Clovis, through its very indeterminacy, managed to rise to the level of universal genius as articulated in Enlightenment thought and Revolutionary Messianism.

Which was of course a vast improvement.


2003-11-25 14:43 (UTC)

En julgransng till


Hjt fra trets grnne top
strler juleglansen,
spillemand, spil lystigt op,
nu begynder dansen.
Lg nu smukt din hnd i min,
ikke rr' ved den rosin!
Frst skal tret vises,
siden skal det spises.

From atop the Twinkletree
Twinklelights a-glancing,
Troubadour, play merrily,
As we start the dancing.
Put your pretty hand in mine
Leave the raisins, they'll be fine!
First enjoy the tree-time,
Then it will be tea-time.

There's even a scan of the original with music, for this one, so I've made a special effort to preserve the rhythms of the Danish, although I don't actually know any Danish and I didn't cross-reference with the music so I may have got it completely wrong.

[also via Birgitte, of course.]


2003-11-25 13:44 (UTC)

Is that a German accent, or have you got shrapnel in your head?

You couldn't make it up, could you?

Doctors are still trying to find out exactly why foreign accent syndrome occurs. But Dr Jack Ryalls of the University of Central Florida, said it is a real medical condition, which can occur after a patient has a brain injury.


The first case of foreign accent syndrome was reported in 1941 in Norway, after a young Norwegian woman suffered shrapnel injury to the brain during an air raid. Initially, she had severe language problems from which she eventually recovered. However, she was left with what sounded like a strong German accent and was ostracized by her community.

Now that's neighbourly!

("You're not from round here, are you, our Julie from next door who's lived here all her life?
"Are you a German spy?
"You're fooling no one with that accent which you didn't used to have, you know.")


2003-11-25 10:28 (UTC)

Julgransnger ("Twinkletree songs")

We will be taking liberties with the translations, and then some.


Juletret med sin pynt
venter p, vi fr begyndt.
Aldrig har det vr't s grnt
aldrig har det vr't s knt

Twinkletree, all up-tarted
Waiting till we can get started
Greener than it's ever been,
Prettier than we've ever seen.


Pyntet smukt af en usynlig hnd
str nu tret der med lys og bnd.
Dren bnes, og man strmmer ind,
kredsen sluttes med begejstret sind.
Brnene de hopper rask af sted,
bedstefader han er ogs med,
lad os tage del i deres sang,
brdre, vi var ogs brn engang.
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang,
brdre, vi var ogs brn engang,
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang,
brdre, vi var ogs brn engang.

Secretly bedeck'd at night
The glitt'ring tree now beams with light.
The crowd streams through the open door -
At last they're done with every chore!
The childrens rush around pell mell,
Grandfather is there as well .
Let's join in with their refrain
And feel the joys of youth again.
Again, again, again, again
And feel the joys of youth again

Gamle danske - like Danish only even weirder. (Good grief.)

There's another one to come that I haven't started working on yet - tremble with horror or anticipation according to taste, by all means.

[Linkages via Birgitte, whose fault the translations aren't, of course.]


2003-11-24 16:54


1. Yoorp, Democratic:

You wish. Still, they're trying:

The EU agreed this year to provide funding from next June for any European political party with an appropriate manifesto and members in a certain number of EU states.

The hope is that they will one day become strong enough to fight elections, select candidates and run campaigns independently of their sister parties at national level, which currently call all the shots.

Indeed, the political blocs in the European parliament are currently not parties at all, but simply alliances of national parties (which sometimes bring together unexpected bedfellows).

Bring it on, I say.

2. A King without a winkle is of course a Queen

Sveriges Kungen has been disempramming his toys on a constitutional nicety that may or may not be a proxy for less savoury opinions. In particular, the law that promoted kronprinsess Vickan as heirdom over the head of her leetle brother was implemented with retrospective effect, and that's just not cricket. ("Just not innebandy"? What do they say in Sverige?) Anyway:

- Jag tycker det r enkelt. En grundlag som arbetar retrospektivt, det r lustigt, [sager kungen]

"I think it is simple. A constitutionalamendment that works retrospectively, that's a joke," says the king.

Laws with retrospective effect are odd - the recent decision to apply the disqualification of peers of the (UK) realm who were given constodial sentences for criminal offences was retroapplicative in a gesture of calculated spite to the lamentable Jeffrey Archer.

With such shameless breaches of legal custom, then, you need a compelling cause to outweigh the embarrassment, as was the case in both these cases. So there, kungen! (Kungen r ju inte en prinsess, s bryr jag inte om honom...)

[Tack to Anna Louise for the link]

3. Leave Lofoten Alone!

Can we trust the Norwegian environmentminister to do the right thing, in the face of concerted lobbying from oil companies?

No, we cannot. Oh, well; I've already been. It's a very pretty place, while stocks last.


2003-11-24 13:16

1966 and all that*

I was up early anyway on Saturday, and I put the radio on in time for the kick-off, and listened until the commentators' rapture at the Australian try made me wish I could actually watch the game. So despite the rain I set to find a pub which was showing it, telling myself that I'd pick up Lib and the V'Lobs and maybe a tyska trashbladet at the newsagent by the Arches on Gloucester Road that's the best in town for Forren.

But at the Hogshead it wasn't so much standing room only as a question of getting in the door, so I didn't bother. Up the road all the other pubs where the same, and I was thinking maybe I should give up and go to the supermarket, but that's a long walk and it was still raining, and my nice bladets were getting wet.

But lo! A caff ("caf") has got a little TV propped up on a chair, and plenty of space to sit, and a breakfast of intense righteousness (bacon, sausages, black pudding, fried bread, beans, mushrooms and two fried eggs on toast) for six quid, and I can sit and keep an eye (an ear more like, from where I'm sat) on the second half. And what with one thing and another, I munch my way through the action and at full time the scores are level and my plate is long since empty.

So rather than wait - if you can't win a game of rugby in 80 minutes, then forget it, frankly: I don't care anymore - I go and peruse the Amnesty bookshop (a decent collected verse of Mr A Pope (no relation) at last, hoorah!) and when I come out persons are pumping their heroic fists in pubs, and while I walk home they start to spill out, a bit pissed at 11 am, and there is some chanting of "Engerlund" although not very much, because it is, after all, a wet and dreary day in November, and it's surely hard to get seriously pissed from an 8:30 start, and I can't imagine what it was like trying to get to the bar.

A bit later I went shopping and whiled the afternoon away trying to write a sonnet on Beaujolais Nouveau and reading Mr A Pope (no relation)'s The One About The Lock. (Google and referral logs are a compelling case for self-censorship, is it not, Varied Reader?)

(Douze Lunes has the French perspective, Julie has the Strine.)

* England won the world cup in Proper Football in 1966, and this is so important that even persons like me who weren't born at the time can recite the TV commentary from the closing moments.


2003-11-24 09:30 (UTC)

Le Beaujolais Nouveau est arriv!

("The handsome jolais has arrived!")

Grapes swifly pressed and bottled, immature;
Rush'd shore to shore and just as swiftly glass'd,
Bless'd sentinel with no thought to endure
First hint of future for the harvest past:
In Beaujolais Nouveau are juxtaposed
The youthful grape, ripe red of Nature's loom,
Emblem of summer, now long since depos'd,
And its usurper Winter, in whose gloom
We languish now, and with mixed feelings taste
This jejeune draught sped out before its time:
An aug'ry sacrificed to greedy haste
Of vintages to come, perhaps sublime.
Sweet Beaujolais! remind us, who're now piss'd,
Of summer days already so long miss'd.

So it's a rushed sonnet of, um, indifferent quality. That, you see, is the Clever Bit.


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