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The Common Collection of Distichs (Excerpts) -- Dionysius Cato

Guest poem sent in by Vijay D'silva
(Poem #1269) The Common Collection of Distichs (Excerpts)
 Libros lege.
 Read books.

 Liber I   18. Cum fueris felix, quae sunt aduersa caueto:
           Non eodem cursu respondent ultima primis.
             When fortune smiles, beware lest some ill strike;
             End and beginning often are unlike.

 Liber II  18. Insipiens esto, cum tempus postulat ipsum:
           Stultitiam simulare ioco, cum tempore laus est.
             To fit th' occasion laughable appear;
             'T is sometimes wisdom folly's mask to wear.


 Liber III 18. Multa legas facito, tum lectis neglege multa;
           Nam miranda canunt, sed non credenda poetae.
             Read much and much of it forget:
             'T is well T' admire but not believe what poets tell.

 Liber IV  18. Cum sapias animo, noli ridere senectam;
           Nam quoicumque seni puerilis sensus inhaeret.
             Flout not old age while thou dost sense possess;
             Age ever brings to all some childishness.
-- Dionysius Cato
The Cato were proverbial couplets popular in teaching Latin. This is a
translation due to Wayland Johnson Chase. We've been through quite a
few parental advisory committee type poems.  Apart from the line in
the Monostich which appears as a prologue to the Distichs, I found
nothing that I particularly liked. I started out by copying down a few
tolerable couplets from each book (Liber) and discovered that I had
copied the 18th from each so decided to restrict it to that. The
entire set can be found at:
[broken link] http://icg.harvard.edu/~chaucer/special/authors/cato/index.html

    Jaggi pointed out in poem #761 that the Desiderata is "not overly
preachy" and Jaggi is an honourable man. Not so for me. The translation of
the Cato is preachy preachy and dripping dripping.  Barring the first line,
I did not like it.

What I did like was Chapter 43 of Don Quixote:

------
"With regard to the mode in which thou shouldst govern thy person and
thy house, Sancho, the first charge I have to give thee is to be
clean, and to cut thy nails, not letting them grow as some do, whose
ignorance makes them fancy that long nails are an ornament to their
hands"

"Go not ungirt and loose, Sancho; for disordered attire is a sign of
an unstable mind, unless indeed the slovenliness and slackness is to
he set down to craft, as was the common opinion in the case of Julius
Caesar."

"Eat not garlic nor onions, lest they find out thy boorish origin by
the smell; walk slowly and speak deliberately, but not in such a way
as to make it seem thou art listening to thyself, for all affectation
is bad."

"Take care, Sancho, not to chew on both sides, and not to eruct in
anybody's presence."

"Eruct!" said Sancho; "I don't know what that means."

"To eruct, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "means to belch, and that is one
of the filthiest words in the Spanish language, though a very
expressive one; and therefore nice folk have had recourse to the
Latin, and instead of belch say eruct, and instead of belches say
eructations; and if some do not understand these terms it matters
little, for custom will bring them into use in the course of time, so
that they will be readily understood; this is the way a language is
enriched; custom and the public are all-powerful there."

"In truth, senor," said Sancho, "one of the counsels and cautions I
mean to bear in mind shall be this, not to belch, for I'm constantly
doing it."

"Eruct, Sancho, not belch," said Don Quixote.
------

   On the 24th of March, I went to watch a production of Hamlet and
returned wanting to send in Polonius' advice to Laertes. The next day
I discovered that it has appeared just two days before and Milligan's
'Hamlet' appeared in my inbox that very day. Synchronicity! While
searching for 'To thine ownself be true' I came across the Don Quixote
excerpt.  Getting it to masquerade as a poem seemed to be a long shot.
The rest if I may say is a guest poem on minstrels.

   And that is one of the most pragmatic pieces of advice that I have
come across. As Mr. Victor J. Menezes so wisely said at the IITB
convocation in 2001
"My first piece of advice is  brush your teeth regularly."

Eruct - what a cool word!

Vijay.

The ABC -- Spike Milligan

Guest poem sent in by Vijay D'silva
(Poem #1196) The ABC
 'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
 And every desk was shut
 When suddenly from the alphabet
 Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"

 Said A to B, "I don't like C;
 His manners are a lack.
 For all I ever see of C
 Is a semi-circular back!"

 "I disagree," said D to B,
 "I've never found C so.
 From where I stand he seems to be
 An uncompleted O."

 C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
 You criticise my shape.
 I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
 And Cow and Cool and Cape."

 "He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
 Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
 "You're dropping me," roared H to G.
 "Don't do it please I pray."

 "Out of my way," LL said to K.
 "I'll make poor I look ILL."
 To stop this stunt J stood in front,
 And presto! ILL was JILL.

 "U know," said V, "that W
 Is twice the age of me.
 For as a Roman V is five
 I'm half as young as he."

 X and Y yawned sleepily,
 "Look at the time!" they said.
 "Let's all get off to beddy byes."
 They did, then "Z-z-z."
-- Spike Milligan
   I wonder if I would be looking at alphabets in a new light if I had
come across this when I was learning to read. Well, it would have made
it a more 'happening' experience.  The poem does have the light hearted
eccentricity found in most of Milligan's works which make them so
enjoyable.
   It is just over a year since Spike Milligan passed away. I was hoping
to find a poem with more of the unabashed bizzareness which I love about
Milligan which often provides a welcome escape from reality but this was
too delightful to save for another day.

Vijay

[Martin adds]

Another of those poems that I'd first seen in a book of children's poetry,
when I was Very Young, and vaguely remembered without ever knowing it had a
famous author. In retrospect, children's poetry books tended to have an
incredible mix of poem by famous, obscure and just plain anonymous poets,
and the good ones made it work really well. And, of course, there were all
the wonderful illustrations accompanying the poems. It's a shame that
children don't seem to be reading as much nowadays (if the media are to be
believed) - nothing catches the imagination quite like the written word.

Not my Best Side -- U A Fanthorpe

Guest poem sent in by "Vijay D'silva"
(Poem #438) Not my Best Side
                I

 Not my best side, I'm afraid.
 The artist didn't give me a chance to
 Pose properly, and as you can see,
 Poor chap, he had this obsession with
 Triangles, so he left off two of my
 Feet. I didn't comment at the time
 (What, after all, are two feet
 To a monster?) but afterwards
 I was sorry for the bad publicity.
 Why, I said to myself, should my conqueror
 Be so ostentatiously beardless, and ride
 A horse with a deformed neck and square hoofs?
 Why should my victim be so
 Unattractive as to be inedible,
 And why should she have me literally
 On a string? I don't mind dying
 Ritually, since I always rise again,
 But I should have liked a little more blood
 To show they were taking me seriously.

                II

 It's hard for a girl to be sure if
 She wants to be rescued. I mean, I quite
 Took to the dragon. It's nice to be
 Liked, if you know what I mean. He was
 So nicely physical, with his claws
 And lovely green skin, and that sexy tail,
 And the way he looked at me,
 He made me feel he was all ready to
 Eat me. And any girl enjoys that.
 So when this boy turned up, wearing machinery,
 On a really dangerous horse, to be honest
 I didn't much fancy him. I mean,
 What was he like underneath the hardware?
 He might have acne, blackheads or even
 Bad breath for all I could tell, but the dragon--
 Well, you could see all his equipment
 At a glance. Still, what could I do?
 The dragon got himself beaten by the boy,
 And a girl's got to think of her future.

                III

 I have diplomas in Dragon
 Management and Virgin Reclamation.
 My horse is the latest model, with
 Automatic transmission and built-in
 Obsolescence. My spear is custom-built,
 And my prototype armour
 Still on the secret list. You can't
 Do better than me at the moment.
 I'm qualified and equipped to the
 Eyebrow. So why be difficult?
 Don't you want to be killed and/or rescued
 In the most contemporary way? Don't
 You want to carry out the roles
 That sociology and myth have designed for you?
 Don't you realize that, by being choosy,
 You are endangering job prospects
 In the spear- and horse-building industries?
 What, in any case, does it matter what
 You want? You're in my way.
-- U A Fanthorpe
  There is a refreshing feel about the whole poem. I suppose when you look
at it, you could say it boils down to the story of a boy and a girl in a
painted world. I feel sorry for the dragon though. Why does it have to be
engulfed in that pathetic microcosm of our world just to enable another two
mentally superior apes to continue with their mundane existence?

Vijay