View Full Version : Motion out. Duffy in. 400 year 1st - Female Poet Laureate

1st May 2009, 16:56
Below,excerpt from the NY Times (http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/02/world/europe/02poet.html)

LONDON — Carol Ann Duffy was named poet laureate of Britain on Friday, the first time in its 341-year history that the post — held by such poets as Dryden, Tennyson, Wordsworth and Ted Hughes — has gone to a woman.

Ms. Duffy, 53, is known for writing accessible, often witty poems on a wide range of topics, many of them to do with the minutiae of everyday life. She succeeds Andrew Motion, who has just completed his 10-year term.

The culture secretary, Andy Burnham, called Ms. Duffy “a towering figure in English literature today and a superb poet.” Prime Minister Gordon Brown said: “She is a truly brilliant modern poet who has stretched our imaginations by putting the whole range of human experiences into lines that capture the emotions perfectly.”

Poet laureates originally were meant to serve as courtiers, writing odes to significant royal occasions like birthdays and coronations. The post has evolved over time, and Mr. Motion has been credited with bringing a new zest to it, using it to bring poetry into schools and to start the Poetry Archive, a compendium of poets reading their work aloud.

Mr. Motion has complained that he found writing royal poems wearisome. A decade ago, when he got the laureateship, Ms. Duffy was quoted as saying “I will not write a poem for Edward and Sophie. No self-respecting poet should have to” – a reference to the marriage of Prince Edward, the Queen’s youngest son, and Sophie Rhys-Jones, which Mr. Motion had been obliged to commemorate in poetry.

Ms. Duffy said that she hoped “to contribute to people’s understanding of what poetry can do, and where it can be found.”

More on Duffy from the Guardian. (http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/may/01/carol-ann-duffy-poet-laureate)

1st May 2009, 17:07
I did apply for the Post, but my work was thought to be too "Earthy".
Pity, that.

tony draper
1st May 2009, 17:19
These modern buggahs their poems don't even rhyme,not a single word about Gattlings Jammed or charging up valleys at Russian guns,feckin lorra fluffy sissies poets is these days.

Mac the Knife
1st May 2009, 18:33
I think Pam Ayres is much better........


Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.

I wish I'd been that much more willin'
When I had more tooth there than fillin'
To pass up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers
And to buy something else with me shillin'.

When I think of the lollies I licked,
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.

My Mother, she told me no end,
"If you got a tooth, you got a friend"
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.

Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin'
And pokin' and fussin'
Didn't seem worth the time... I could bite!

If I'd known I was paving the way,
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fiIlin's
Injections and drillin's
I'd have thrown all me sherbet away.

So I lay in the old dentist's chair,
And I gaze up his nose in despair,
And his drill it do whine,
In these molars of mine,
"Two amalgum," he'll say, "for in there."

How I laughed at my Mother's false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath,
But now comes the reckonin'
It's me they are beckonin'
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.

1st May 2009, 18:54
Ayres, Motion, Tennyson; they are poetic pygmies, I tell you, beside the towering genius of Britain's greatest overlooked wordsmith, a man who, when cold-shouldered by a jealous Establishment in London, fearful of his mighty intellect, was immediately and rightly rewarded by King Thibaw Min of Burma, who knighted him as Sir Topaz, Knight of the White Elephant of Burmah.
Here, Mr D, you will find the rhyme and metre that you crave; look no further. And down a dram in awed respect for this great man.
Here are but three examples from his massive oeuvre of his brilliance, showing his unique skill at combining narrative with graceful beauty...

God prosper long our noble Queen,
And long may she reign!
Maclean he tried to shoot her,
But it was all in vain.
For God He turned the ball aside
Maclean aimed at her head;
And he felt very angry
Because he didn't shoot her dead.
There's a divinity that hedges a king,
And so it does seem,
And my opinion is, it has hedged
Our most gracious Queen.
Maclean must be a madman,
Which is obvious to be seen,
Or else he wouldn't have tried to shoot
Our most beloved Queen.

In an immense wood in the south of Kent,
There lived a band of robbers which caused the people discontent;
And the place they infested was called the Weald,
Where they robbed wayside travellers and left them dead on the field.
Their leader was called Grif, of the Bloody Hand,
And so well skilled in sword practice there's few could him withstand;
And sometimes they robbed villages when nothing else could be gained,
In the year of 1336, when King Edward the III. reigned.

Sunlight Soap

You can use it with great pleasure and ease
Without wasting any elbow grease;
And when washing the most dirty clothes
The sweat won't be dripping off your nose
You can wash your clothes with little rubbing
And without scarcely any scrubbing;
And I tell you once again without any joke
There's no soap can surpass Sunlight Soap;
And believe me, charwomen one and all,
I remain yours truly, the Poet McGonagall.

tony draper
1st May 2009, 19:54
One has long been a admirer of the Noble McGonagall Mr C,you are preaching to the converted.:ok:
Oh my God ,have you read any of this Duffy persons work? one just googled it,twas as I suspected, can't rhyme worth a fart.

1st May 2009, 20:01
Bridge of the Silvery Tay

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
With your numerous arches and pillars in so grand array,
And your central girders, which seem to the eye
To be almost towering to the sky.
The greatest wonder of the day,
And a great beautification to the River Tay,
Most beautiful to be seen,
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
That has caused the Emperor of Brazil to leave
His home far away, incognito in his dress,
And view thee ere he passed along en route to Inverness.

Ken Wells
1st May 2009, 22:35
Say Bazonka every day
That's what my grandma used to say
It keeps at bay the Asian Flu'
And both your elbows free from glue.
So say Bazonka every day
(That's what my grandma used to say)

Don't say it if your socks are dry!
Or when the sun is in your eye!
Never say it in the dark
(The word you see emits a spark)
Only say it in the day
(That's what my grandma used to say)

Young Tiny Tim took her advice
He said it once, he said it twice
he said it till the day he died
And even after that he tried
To say Bazonka! every day
Just like my grandma used to say.

Now folks around declare it's true
That every night at half past two
If you'll stand upon your head
And shout Bazonka! from your bed
You'll hear the word as clear as day
Just like my grandma used to say!

Spike Milligan


Drake is going west, lads
So Tom is going East
But tiny Fred
Just lies in bed,
The lazy little beast


Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?