Love Randie’s PJ’s, would happily wear a pair just like them! I’m sad to say that I don’t think I’ve ever read anything by RLS. Perhaps I should look up some titles and give it a go.
Pashakitty,
You probably have read some RLS work but don’t realize it – for instance, the post by The Auld Grump contains a two stanza poem by Stevenson.
AG,
While I agre that Stevenson’s poem is one of the best epitaphs, I find Shakespeare’s more impressive:
“Good friend, for Jesus’ sake forbear,
To dig the dust enclosèd here.
Blest be the man that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.”
Grump… Oh, that IS beauteous. And I have liked Stevenson from the get go. I love Treasure Island… and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. That guy could write!
Pash & Grey…. yah… they have a lightness of spring to them, don’t they?
Pete…. Indeed!
Beetles… That Shakespeare guy… He could write! But it always takes me a real long time to decipher… that which you posted… not so much… but usually.
The last writer I really connected with was John Kennedy Toole, author of A Confederacy Of Dunces. It’s a shame this book didn’t become popular in his lifetime.
If Randie is troubled by frequent insomnia, I know the perfect cure. She should go to a used bookstore and buy (as cheaply as possible, it doesn’t have to be current) a textbook on Intermediate Financial Accounting. Trying to read a few pages of one will put her out like a light. I know this fact from personal experience.
Something to bear in mind about Mr. Wm. Shakespeare’s epitaph is that the vault that he was placed in was supposed to be temporary, that when his fame ended it was likely that he would be removed from his place below the floor.
Back in school I played Hamlet’s father’s ghost and MacBeth. (Our teacher always capitalized the ‘B’, and started the play with an introduction – ‘Writ by s British playwright, to please a British Crown, the story that we tell is a lie….’ He claimed that was why we never had any mishaps during the play. 😛
Stevenson is more accessible, but I like both. (I can, and have sing the entirety of Derelict –
Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest—
Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike,
The bos’n brained with a marlin spike,
And Cookey’s throat was marked belike
It had been gripped
By fingers ten;
And there they lay,
All good dead men
Like break-o’-day in a boozing-ken—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of the whole ship’s list—
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!—
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion’s axe his cheek had shore—
And the scullion he was stabbed times four.
And there they lay,
And the soggy skies
Dripped all day long
In upstaring eyes—
In murk sunset and at foul sunrise—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of ’em stiff and stark—
Ten of the crew had the Murder mark—
‘Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead,
Or a yawing hole in a battered head—
And the scuppers glut with a rotting red
And there they lay—
Aye, damn my eyes—
All lookouts clapped
On paradise—
All souls bound just contrariwise—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of ’em good and true—
Every man jack could ha’ sailed with Old Pew—
There was chest on chest full of Spanish gold,
With a ton of plate in the middle hold,
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there,
That had took the plum,
With sightless glare
And their lips struck dumb,
While we shared all by the rule of thumb—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through the stern light screen—
Chartings no doubt where a woman had been!—
A flimsy shift on a bunker cot,
With a thin dirk slot through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot.
Oh was she wench…
Or some shuddering maid…?
That dared the knife—
And took the blade!
By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest—
Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
We wrapped ’em all in a mains’l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser’s bight
And we heaved ’em over and out of sight—
With a Yo-Heave-Ho!
And a fare-you-well!
And a sullen plunge
In the sullen swell,
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell!
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
By Robert Louis Stevenson and Young Ewing Allison. 🙂
as we are in an rls mood, especially focused on treasure island, there were 26 episodes of a television series shot in 1955 based on the character “long john silver”. it was one of my favorite shows growing up in the late ’50’s and early ’60’s and was one of those rare shows produced in color ( the cisco kid was the other aimed at a juvenile audience during that time also shot in color-superman wasn’t shot in color until after ljs was first shown). Robert newton reprised his role, as the pirate captain with a heart of gold, and a second season was planned, but newton passed away before shooting so the project was shelved.
here’s the opening of the show. http://youtu.be/5GKneSp069g
I remember that show… despite the short life of the series it was still syndicated… I want to say that it showed just after the Mouseketeers finished their credits….
Dada… I think that’d be awesome… I have done some Jekyll humor before… but it is the story that keeps on giving.
Yat… seems to me that is a familiar title… hmmm…
Michael… THAT WOULD PUT ME TO SLEEP fer sure!
firedome… ah ha ha. I never got into the comic “Bone.” It is wildly highly acclaimed but it just never did anything for me. I do, however, appreciate the toon… Well done! Moby Dick puts me in a coma also.
Grump & firedome… whoa! there is some serious RLS Treasure Island love going on there! I must agree… I LOVE ME some pirate lore! I do… and Dizney’s version is my favorite…. I was unawares of the tv series… but I imagine that it was fun. I went thru a pirate faze (before it was “cool”) and it was spurred by the ride at Dizneyland… good stuff! But RLS’ ditty there… CLASSIC!
Did anyone catch the Eddie Izzard futuristic BBC version of Treasure Island with Izzard at Long John?
As for the Scottish play, in the late 18th (and early 9th) century, it was the one script every actor knew. When a troupe tuning a new play on tour found they had a flop, switching to that play was the best option; so if a troupe came back into London performing it, that meant they had had a bad run.
And he has the best epitaph ever written.
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave, and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse that you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Stevenson is one of the writers that I come back to, time and time again – whether the adventures of Hawkins or those of Balfour.
The Auld Grump
Love Randie’s PJ’s, would happily wear a pair just like them! I’m sad to say that I don’t think I’ve ever read anything by RLS. Perhaps I should look up some titles and give it a go.
Agreed. I don’t normally use PJ’s but I’m kinda diggin Randie’s myself. They look comfy. 🙂
One man’s interest is another artist’s dis-interest/sleep-aid, huh?
Pashakitty,
You probably have read some RLS work but don’t realize it – for instance, the post by The Auld Grump contains a two stanza poem by Stevenson.
AG,
While I agre that Stevenson’s poem is one of the best epitaphs, I find Shakespeare’s more impressive:
“Good friend, for Jesus’ sake forbear,
To dig the dust enclosèd here.
Blest be the man that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.”
Listening to someone tell a story, even an interesting one, tends to me sleepy, too. I guess it’s relaxing.
Grump – I think that’s my new favorite poem. Beautiful.
Grump… Oh, that IS beauteous. And I have liked Stevenson from the get go. I love Treasure Island… and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. That guy could write!
Pash & Grey…. yah… they have a lightness of spring to them, don’t they?
Pete…. Indeed!
Beetles… That Shakespeare guy… He could write! But it always takes me a real long time to decipher… that which you posted… not so much… but usually.
Chug… Then you GET today’s toon fer sure.
Robert Louis Stevenson, eh? Is Randie going to have a dream tale about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Ryan?
The last writer I really connected with was John Kennedy Toole, author of A Confederacy Of Dunces. It’s a shame this book didn’t become popular in his lifetime.
If Randie is troubled by frequent insomnia, I know the perfect cure. She should go to a used bookstore and buy (as cheaply as possible, it doesn’t have to be current) a textbook on Intermediate Financial Accounting. Trying to read a few pages of one will put her out like a light. I know this fact from personal experience.
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back when jeff smith was creating his magnum opus, this situation frequently came up…
Something to bear in mind about Mr. Wm. Shakespeare’s epitaph is that the vault that he was placed in was supposed to be temporary, that when his fame ended it was likely that he would be removed from his place below the floor.
Back in school I played Hamlet’s father’s ghost and MacBeth. (Our teacher always capitalized the ‘B’, and started the play with an introduction – ‘Writ by s British playwright, to please a British Crown, the story that we tell is a lie….’ He claimed that was why we never had any mishaps during the play. 😛
Stevenson is more accessible, but I like both. (I can, and have sing the entirety of Derelict –
Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest—
Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike,
The bos’n brained with a marlin spike,
And Cookey’s throat was marked belike
It had been gripped
By fingers ten;
And there they lay,
All good dead men
Like break-o’-day in a boozing-ken—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of the whole ship’s list—
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!—
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion’s axe his cheek had shore—
And the scullion he was stabbed times four.
And there they lay,
And the soggy skies
Dripped all day long
In upstaring eyes—
In murk sunset and at foul sunrise—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of ’em stiff and stark—
Ten of the crew had the Murder mark—
‘Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead,
Or a yawing hole in a battered head—
And the scuppers glut with a rotting red
And there they lay—
Aye, damn my eyes—
All lookouts clapped
On paradise—
All souls bound just contrariwise—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of ’em good and true—
Every man jack could ha’ sailed with Old Pew—
There was chest on chest full of Spanish gold,
With a ton of plate in the middle hold,
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there,
That had took the plum,
With sightless glare
And their lips struck dumb,
While we shared all by the rule of thumb—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through the stern light screen—
Chartings no doubt where a woman had been!—
A flimsy shift on a bunker cot,
With a thin dirk slot through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot.
Oh was she wench…
Or some shuddering maid…?
That dared the knife—
And took the blade!
By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade—
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest—
Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
We wrapped ’em all in a mains’l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser’s bight
And we heaved ’em over and out of sight—
With a Yo-Heave-Ho!
And a fare-you-well!
And a sullen plunge
In the sullen swell,
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell!
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
By Robert Louis Stevenson and Young Ewing Allison. 🙂
Both the traditional version and that by Abney Park http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F14L7piSUGk
The Auld Grump
as we are in an rls mood, especially focused on treasure island, there were 26 episodes of a television series shot in 1955 based on the character “long john silver”. it was one of my favorite shows growing up in the late ’50’s and early ’60’s and was one of those rare shows produced in color ( the cisco kid was the other aimed at a juvenile audience during that time also shot in color-superman wasn’t shot in color until after ljs was first shown). Robert newton reprised his role, as the pirate captain with a heart of gold, and a second season was planned, but newton passed away before shooting so the project was shelved.
here’s the opening of the show.
http://youtu.be/5GKneSp069g
I remember that show… despite the short life of the series it was still syndicated… I want to say that it showed just after the Mouseketeers finished their credits….
The Auld Grump – Channel 56 in Boston
Dada… I think that’d be awesome… I have done some Jekyll humor before… but it is the story that keeps on giving.
Yat… seems to me that is a familiar title… hmmm…
Michael… THAT WOULD PUT ME TO SLEEP fer sure!
firedome… ah ha ha. I never got into the comic “Bone.” It is wildly highly acclaimed but it just never did anything for me. I do, however, appreciate the toon… Well done! Moby Dick puts me in a coma also.
Grump & firedome… whoa! there is some serious RLS Treasure Island love going on there! I must agree… I LOVE ME some pirate lore! I do… and Dizney’s version is my favorite…. I was unawares of the tv series… but I imagine that it was fun. I went thru a pirate faze (before it was “cool”) and it was spurred by the ride at Dizneyland… good stuff! But RLS’ ditty there… CLASSIC!
Did anyone catch the Eddie Izzard futuristic BBC version of Treasure Island with Izzard at Long John?
As for the Scottish play, in the late 18th (and early 9th) century, it was the one script every actor knew. When a troupe tuning a new play on tour found they had a flop, switching to that play was the best option; so if a troupe came back into London performing it, that meant they had had a bad run.