The Lost Clerihews of Paul Ingram eBook Paul Ingram Julia AndersonMiller
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Legendary bookseller at Prairie Lights Bookstore in Iowa City, Iowa, Paul Ingram has found what he feared was long lost—his collection of humorous, intelligent, rollicking, and witty clerihews. This clerihew collection will be a big hit with readers (adult) of all sorts fans of poetry, of humor, the literary arts, political cartoons, as well as readers of history and current affairs. These clerihews and the illustrations are positively a match made in heaven. With a foreword by Elizabeth McCracken. Humor to share and spice up all occasions.
The Lost Clerihews of Paul Ingram eBook Paul Ingram Julia AndersonMiller
The clerihews are very clever -- extremely short book, however. It was meant to be a book for my husband. He read it in half an hour and gave it back to me.Product details
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The Lost Clerihews of Paul Ingram eBook Paul Ingram Julia AndersonMiller Reviews
Wonderful and witty. This is a delightful collection of laugh out loud poems made all the more brilliant by the enchanting illustrations. It's a must have for your library!
The Lost Clerihews of Paul Ingram are delightfully accompanied with most humorous illustrations by Julia Anderson-Miller. This funny, compact delight can be found near by my desk, so laughter can be a part of any day. Treat yourself to a giggle or an outright roar!
From the Iowa Source magazine
Clerihews Bite-Size Literature
Exploring the Cerebral Playfulness of The Lost Clerihews of Paul Ingram
by R. Larson
Stumbling off the sidewalk and into Prairie Lights Bookstore in Iowa City, I asked the clerk at the cash register if Paul Ingram was in. “You just missed him!” she said. I could not believe my luck. Clutching a review copy of The Lost Clerihews of Paul Ingram (Ice Cube Press), I had expected to find the author in his familiar haunt, and now the author himself was “lost” in the lunchtime melee of Dubuque Street. I sat myself in the comfy chair of the poetry corner and contemplated my options.
What a strange little book of poems, neither regular recipe nor extra crispy
Colonel Sanders
Often panders
To the tasteless many
Just to make a penny.
These bite-sized poems roam all over the historical landscape, tackling figures as diverse as Euripides, Alice B. Toklas, and George W. Bush
Dubya Bush
Had a brain like mush,
But could fly a plane
With that worthless brain.
Some topics make you itch for an encyclopedia.
Paul Ingram knows a lot, and though his clerihews are simple in form and expression, the cerebral playfulness behind them is anything but. They are crude and smart all at once, kind of like graffiti in a good history or literature department’s lavatory.
To be in Prairie Lights is to be surrounded by the spirit of Paul Ingram. Elizabeth McCracken, in her foreword to Paul’s book, says, “I imagine he has introduced more readers to their favorite books than any other bookseller.”
Having missed the man in person, I decide to summon his spirit from the walls of the bookstore. I cast my burnt chicken bones to a quiet square of carpeting, and suddenly Paul’s disembodied head appears floating in a silvery cloud in front of a volume of GeorgTrakl.
Paul
Georg Trakl
Lived a life of debacle,
Drugs and mania
And schizophrenia.
And clean up those chicken bones, for God’s sake!
Me In a minute! I’m here on an important fact-finding mission. Just what is a clerihew?
Paul A four-line piece of short-form verse, of course. As I say in the book’s intro “The clerihew was first devised by English crime writer E. C. (Edmund Clerihew) Bentley, who felt the limerick had fallen into disfavor with its nearly obligatory naughtiness. . . . The [clerihew’s] somewhat complex rhyme scheme is AABB. The first line must include the name of a well- or ill-known person. The second line must rhyme and mock. The second couplet should mock and further mock.”
Me Did Donald Justice teach you about them?
Paul Disrespectful; they are much too silly for Justice.
Me Where did you learn about them?
Paul Auden published a volume of them called Academic Graffiti. I saw a couple in a lit mag. Here’s one by Opal Nations
Helen Keller
Had only a smeller
But through her teacher’s zeal,
Learned to talk like a seal.
Me Talk about disrespect! Anyway, why do you write them?
Paul I was seized in a kind of clerihew mania. I wrote a few hundred in maybe six weeks. I see them more as neurological rather than artistic. Or at least with a neurological element.
Me Like metrical Tourette syndrome, maybe?
Paul That’s how I see it.
Me I could see much of poetry in that light.
Paul But I’ve been able lately to work them a little more slowly. And they disappear like dreams.
Me So you lost the manuscript and then you found it? Or is the title a metaphor, because they disappear like dreams?
Paul They are hard to get back if you don’t write something down. The title is literal but the metaphor throbs beneath it. Maybe inside it.
Me I mentioned Donald Justice. You say he was too dignified for clerihews. I think of Anthony Hecht’s fooling with double dactyl in Jiggery Pokery, a decidedly light volume of poetry on the surface. But beneath the surface . . .
Paul Hecht is incredible at those. Some were unprintably naughty. Some were bad.
Me I sat through a reading of them.
Paul I will never put anyone through that. I’d rather give a brief talk punctuated by clerihews.
Me So your talk would be like Mark Twain lecturing and punctuating the talk with clerihews?
Paul In a word, yes. Doubt if I’d be much like Mark Twain. I’d talk about the rhyme as the prize in the Cracker Jack box. I’d talk about forced mispronunciation.
Me Mispronunciation as an element of the form?
Paul As something welcome if it shows up
Ralph Abernathy
Was full of empathy,
He used to get weepy
At the NAACP.
Me Pronounced enn double-ay seapy?
Paul Yes. It’s great to make a French speaker mispronounce a French word.
Me So a clerihew must have the name of a notable person and an insult in it? For example, this would not be a clerihew
I was Wisconsin born
And Wisconsin bred
And when I die
I’ll be Wisconsin dead.
Paul Wrong rhyme scheme. And is the mocked name “I” or “Wisconsin?”
Me Wrong syntax for a clerihew?
Paul Think so.
Me Darn. But I like it.
Paul Me, too.
In every ear of every human
Sebaceous glands secrete cerumen.
Me Hmm. I’m formulating a pun using President Johnson and . . . Johnson Wax. Very smart, very scientific . . . sebaceous glands . . . Roz Chast would like that.
Paul Which President Johnson?
Me Lyndon Beans.
Paul Lotta stuff there.
Me Yes, I am amazed by the layers that support these little poems.
Paul
Lyndon Johnson
Carried Wisconsin
And tossed cold water
On Barry Goldwater
Me Pretty good! You just made that one up, didn’t you?
Paul No cerumen, though.
Me That would be a challenge. Unless you take liberties with the rhyme scheme. But the rules of pronunciation sound strict for clerihews.
Paul
Alfred E. Newman
Picked his cerumen . . .
I do a lot of forced mispronunciations Ralph Abernathy, Flaubert. My motto is make ’em say “Prowst.”
Me You could mispronounce the next word if you say “Proost.”
Paul The reader makes the choice.
Me I like that. Who knows what they would say in Scotland?
Paul Who knows. “Baudelaire” rhymes with “scrotal hair.”
Me Okay, that’s way too French for me.
Paul Not if you’re French. When a customer asks for “Prowst,” I treat them extra well. Make them pronounce Virginia “Woof” like a dog noise, or rhyming with “roof”
Quentin Bell
Would never tell
Of a night on the roof
With Virginia Woolf.
Make the snoots mispronounce. The rhyme is the toy in the Cracker Jack box.
Fun book to read. Enjoyed it a lot.
Incisive social commentary in a verse form that's made for it.
The clerihews are very clever -- extremely short book, however. It was meant to be a book for my husband. He read it in half an hour and gave it back to me.
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