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02-26-2011, 08:04 AM
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The Staggers Competition: Asceticism
THE NS COMPETITION
N04165
Set by Leonora Casement
We asked you to send in verses glorifying asceticism.
This week's winners
We were amused by Robert Schechter's "I do not laugh, I do not speak. ..I urinate but once a week." The dictates of rhyming here mean early death. We were also amused by Gerard Benson’s description of his situation in a covering email which was clearly a play for the sympathy vote: '"[This comp was] pretty much a naturalf or me as I live on carrot scrapings and apricot kernels, with a little whey." All on the yellow-orange spectrum. We were also rather taken by DrDavid Silverleaf's idea of what asceticism entailed— "When watching telly I'll not slouch potato-like upon the couch"— essentially a straight back! £25 to the winners, £15 to Lisbeth Rake, with the Tesco vouchers going, in addition, to John Whitworth.
Nothing like a hairshlrt
There's nothing quite like a hairshirt
When one's feeling a little too cheerful;
It scratches and keeps one alert,
Contrite, and quite decently tearful.
There's nothing like nursing a welt
Or wearing soft mitts when one's itching
There's nothing like tightening one's belt
Or subsisting on scraps from the kitchen.
And nothing beats flogging oneself,
Then bursting one's blisters like bubbles;
Or taking the Book from the shelf
And reading of Job and his troubles,
For such an ascetic as I
I hope to reach Heaven thereby.
GerardBenson
Farewell to sex
Farewell to sex and drugs and rock'n'roll.
Farewell to every measure of excess.
Austerity is now my happiness,
An unrelenting abstinence my goal.
No more the epicurean who swans
Around the fleshpots of the super-rich,
I disavow the life of sumptuous kitsch,
The epic stellar balls at Elton John's.
The man I used to be was gross and crass.
Now, drinking water from a humble mug,
Resting my carcase on a palliasse,
No longer avid, opulent and smug,
I value self-denial with every breath
And wait with shrinking appetites for death.
Basil Ransome-Davjes
Leave that cash alone
You don't need no flashy motors
You don't need no mobile phones
No plasma TV in the bathroom
Bankers, leave that cash alone
Hey! Bankers! Leave that cash alone!
All that money's just another pain in the arse,
All that money's just another pain in the arse.
You don’t need to claim your bonus -
You don't need to fiddle tax,
You don't need to spit at beggars
Bankers etc
You don't need no Château d'Yquem,
You're too thick to know the taste,
Cheap wine gets you just as plastered
Bankers etc
Ian Birchall
So starveling
Now the desert's growing chiller and I'm freezing on a pillar, an
Address a hundred feet above the ground.
I'm so starveling and ascetic that I'm damn near diabetic.
As a saint I'm just the saintliest around.
When a youth, alas, I lusted after prominently busted,
Shady ladies in diaphanous attire.
But as Simeon Stylites I reject such flighty nighties.
They are passports to the everlasting fire.
My belief burns like a laser; I'm a stranger to the razor
I'm so hairy that I'm scary and I smell.
But my visa says FOR JESUS, and you lewd, licentious geezers,
Mark my words, are on the primrose path to Hell.
John Whitworth
Mortification of the flesh
I'm proud and glad to mortify
My flesh; it helps to fortify
My sense that I'm more virtuous than most.
I gave up sex and alcohol.
I don't do any drugs at all.
You do, so your immortal soul is toast.
I never let my lips touch meat.
I shun both salty treats and sweet,
For pleasure tolls a sinful world's death knell.
I've conquered every appetite.
lam a happy anchorite.
I'll see you (though not join you there) in Hell.
Chris O'Carroll
Trust not lust
Forswear
Gluttony, cupidity,
Frivolity, celebrity
Vanity, profanity
And lust
Embrace
Clarity, simplicity,
Sobriety humility
Charity, austerity
And trust
Lisbeth Rake
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02-26-2011, 09:12 AM
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Congrats to Bazza, John and Chris! And to me, since this was (I think) the first time I have soared to the HM level at Staggers, and it feels good to know that I could have been a winner if Bazza, John or Chris had practiced what they preached and denied themselves the pleasure of entering just this once.
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02-26-2011, 09:23 AM
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Congrats to all the winners and HMs!
Is Ms. Casement saying that Bob's entry didn't rhyme well for her ear? (I must, as usual, be misunderstanding something.)
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02-26-2011, 09:37 AM
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Good point, Max. I didn't notice that. I can't tell what she meant by that comment. My entry, which was certainly not nearly good enough to win on numerous grounds, used only perfect rhymes and did not employ inversions or strained syntax to accomplish those rhymes. It was a bit boring and lacking in overall wit, I'll acknowledge, but the rhymes were not the culprit.
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02-26-2011, 09:44 AM
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Congratulations to the rogue's gallery -- John, I trust the diet lemonade is on you, this week?
Frank
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02-26-2011, 10:23 AM
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Hurray, I thought John had a winner there.
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02-26-2011, 04:45 PM
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Good skimping, John and Chris. I thought George's shrinking piece would win.
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03-01-2011, 08:47 AM
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When I read John's entry, I assumed that mine was a goner. Surely there wouldn't be two winners with that more-salvation-bound-than-thou attitude. And if there was to be just one, the obvious choice was the poem with the longer lines and juicy internal rhyming. There's a voluptuous aural pleasure there that's fun for its own sake, and even more fun for its contrast with the joyless life the poem describes. (Comparable to the contrast in Pirates of Penzance between the loud bombast of the "catlike tread" song and the lyrics about stealthy silence.) I trust those vouchers will buy some taste treats that Simeon Stylites would abominate.
The judge's "early death" quip is baffling. Maybe the point is that somebody who pees just once a week is courting death by renal failure?
In any event, congratulations all around.
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03-01-2011, 10:59 AM
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Chris, I think you figured out "early death" -- at least it's as plausible as any other explanation they can expect their readers to infer.
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03-01-2011, 12:06 PM
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Clever Staggers
John, you posted the Staggers 'Asceticism' result on 26 February and it was Comp No 4165. 'Lonelyhearts' was Comp No 4166 and we haven't had the result yet, presumably due this week. However the tweaked book titles one which you referred to as 'Clever Staggers' seems to have the number 4167 and I haven't seen a result posted here, but would presume if the numbering is right it will be next week. However, you replied to Orwn's query about 'Clever Staggers' with something like 'nothing for any of us there' suggesting you had seen a result. Has the Staggers got the numbering wrong or something?
I ask because I received an email from 'Vicky' the the comps editor at the NS this afternoon asking for my address via a 'Reply' to my book titles entry of the 19th January. (Although my address was actually on the entry in the usual manner.)
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