Subject: Tragedies . . .
From: Cecilia Baader (ceciliaann@hotmail.com)
Date: Wed Jun 07 2000 - 18:13:27 GMT
Good Evening, all.
Perhaps it's because Paul has sent me another message abounding with worries
about a Branch-Davidian plot with the bananafish, or
Perhaps it's because messages from the bananafish help me to get through the
slow spots in my day, or
Perhaps it's because I feel that it would be a tragedy of titanic
proportions (and gas prices these days are tragic enough) were the members
of this list to stop communicating altogether, or
Perhaps it's just because I cannot stand it any longer, but I'm going to
break the sound of silence that like a cancer grows over the last week or
so.
And now, I'm going to take a page from my own book and add something that I
think might make one or two of you laugh...
It's the first draft of a play by a rather well known fellow. However, he
discarded what was obviously a plot of great genius in favor of another.
Imagine what the world could have known...
____________
BANANAFISHIO Here comes Silencio, here comes Silencio.
MERCUTIO Without his post, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
how art thou fishified! Signior
Silencio, bon jour! there's a French salutation
to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
fairly last week.
SILENCIO Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
MERCUTIO The slip, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
SILENCIO Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
MERCUTIO Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
worn out thy foot, that when the single sole of it
is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
SILENCIO O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
singleness.
MERCUTIO Come between us, good Bananafishio; my wits faint.
SILENCIO Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
MERCUTIO Nay, if thy wits run the wild-fish chase, I have
done, for thou hast more of the wild-fish in one of
thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
was I with you there for the fish?
SILENCIO Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
not there for the fish.
MERCUTIO O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
inch narrow to an full banana!
SILENCIO I stretch it out for that word 'banana;' which added
to the fish, proves thee far and wide a banana fish.
BANANAFISHIO Thou wouldst else have made thy post large.
MERCUTIO O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
for I was come to the whole depth of my post; and
meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
Hmm. Interesting. But I'd have to say that I would not have cried for the
early death of young Silencio. Methinks he hath lasted long enough. Anon,
I must away. I await posts from the fish another day.
Regards,
Cecilia.
_________
Purgatory
And suppose the darlings get to Mantua,
suppose they cheat the crypt, what next? Begin
with him, unshaven. Though not, I grant you, a
displeasing cockerel, there's egg yolk on his chin.
His seedy robe's aflap, he's got the rheum.
Poor dear, the cooking lard has smoked her eye.
Another Montague is in the womb
although the first babe's bottom's not yet dry.
She scrolls a weekly letter to her Nurse
who dares to send a smock through Balthasar,
and once a month, his father posts a purse.
News from Verona? Always news of war.
Such sour years it takes to right this wrong!
The fifth act runs unconscionably long.
--Maxine Kumin
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