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At the beginning of a book most dreary,
Before it becomes so weak and weary,
A mariner from Nantucket bleary
Joins a tribal tattooed cannibal most scary
And an insane monoped who quite probably has scurvy
To sail the seven seas in search of their great white whale quarry.
So they sail
And they sail
And they sail
And they sail
And they sail
And they sail
And they sail
And they sail
And they sail
And they sail
And they sail
And they sail,
Until Melville decides that it's time to talk whales.
Now the point of this part
Is to explain without reason,
Every fact about whales
That you'll never be needin'.
It goes on and goes on and goes on and goes on
And goes on and goes on and goes on and goes on.
Now they're sailing
They're sailing
They're sailing
They're sailing
They're sailing
They're sailing
They're sailing
They're sailing
And since nothing noteworthy
Is happening onboar’,
Melville decides to give you
A harpooning tour.
The hist'ry of harpoons,
The shape of harpoons,
The throw of harpoons,
And every other possible factoid that ANYONE would want to know about harpoons,
And then even more,
As if Melville was being sponsored by
"Ye Olde Time Harpooning Emporium".
So they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And they sail and talk whales
And the tedium sieges the reader's strong will,
And the tediousness of the repeat does finally prevail,
And the reader is left feeling really quite ill,
And a sudden strong urge to hurt Herman Melville.
And in the final few pages
Of this whale tale from Hell,
The captain and crew meet
The whale of the tales.
The leviathan white,
With a fire in eye,
Attacks the small ship
And leaves one man alive.
Thus ends this great tale
Of a male and his whale,
All brought to you courtesy
Of Herman Melville.
- by Tranzendental Trumpet Man |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/26/2009 |
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- Title: "Moby Dick"
- Artist: Tranzendental Trumpet Man
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This is a poem that I wrote for an English class in my senior year of high school. My teacher got it published in the school's lit mag, and now I've decided to share it with the Gaia community. I believe this edition is circa 03/09.
I quite like it, but I'm biased. I would love to hear what you readers think of my poem. And if any of you have advice for me on how to improve the piece, I would love to hear it! Just try to keep the criticism constructive, eh? Thank you very much in advance! - Date: 08/26/2009
- Tags: moby whale ahab melville literature
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Tranzendental Trumpet Man - 08/26/2009
- That's kinda the point though. Moby d**k is a painfully long book, and the poem was supposed to try to capture the essence of the work.
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- sweetfrenchy - 08/26/2009
- i think it is good but quite long
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