The Volokh Conspiracy

Hillarymandias, Queen of Queens:

Bumperstickerist, a commenter at JustOneMinute, writes:

Hillarymandias

I met a pollster from an antique land,
Who said--"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand, one in Texas...., one near Canton,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose brow,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The electorate that mocked them, and the press that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Hillarymandias,
Look on my resume and campaign fundraising, ye fellow Democrats, and despair!
Nothing else remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away....

For the original, see here. Thanks to Megan McArdle (guest-blogging at InstaPundit) for the pointer.

Oscar Wilde:
As far as parodies go, that wasn't very clever.
2.20.2008 4:15pm
Eugene Volokh (www):
More clever than calling yourself Oscar Wilde, buddy.
2.20.2008 4:18pm
Temp Guest (mail):
I always liked the Monty Python version from an episode where ants were the theme:

I met a traveler from an natique land
Who said -- "Six vast and trunkless legs of stone ...
2.20.2008 4:21pm
Sean O'Hara (mail) (www):
"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand, one in Texas...., one near Canton,


I really hope she has on a pant suit.
2.20.2008 4:40pm
SocratesAbroad (mail):

As far as parodies go, that wasn't very clever.


I got a chuckle out of it.
Reminded me of the Hillary bust - "The First Woman President of the United States of America" - which probably needs to be retitled...
2.20.2008 4:47pm
Gary McGath (www):
The scansion needs work.

I once wrote this, which I think is a bit better:

I met a farm girl from a Kansas land
Who said: Two slippers made of ruby stone
Came from the city past the Shifting Sands,
Where once a giant visage stood, whose frown,
And thunderous voice that spoke in cold command,
Tell that its maker well its actions did,
With levers he had just to push and pull,
The engines moved it, and the curtain hid;
And from the megaphone these words she'd hear:
"My name is Oz, the great and powerful;
Look on my works, ye Munchkins, and despair!"
Nothing of that remains. Past the display
Whence he returned to Omaha State Fair,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Copyright 2000 by Gary McGath.
2.20.2008 4:56pm
rarango (mail):
I thought it was quite clever as well--I guess I am just a lousy parodist.
2.20.2008 5:11pm
Displaced Midwesterner (mail):
Not bad. Good concept, but somewhat lacking in the execution I think--a good parody shouldn't leave so many words untouched, especially in something as short as a sonnet.
2.20.2008 5:22pm
Gray Area (mail):
Strictly speaking, it's not a parody, since it's target isn't Shelley or his poem. I'd say it's closer to mock-heroic, since it's trying to ridicule a low subject by borrowing a high style. But not very successfully.
2.20.2008 5:27pm
Arkady:
I'm kinda disappointed that you felt the need to supply a pointer to Ozymandias.
2.20.2008 6:41pm
Gray Area (mail):
Hm. It didn't occur to me that I wasn't supposed to name the poet to make a (somewhat pedantic) point about literary terminology. The bigger problem with my post was the incorrect apostrophe in my second "it's."
2.20.2008 7:44pm
Arkady:
Wasn't aimed at you, Gray Area.
2.20.2008 7:50pm
Eugene Volokh (www):
Arkady: Yes, I was kind of disappointed by that, too.
2.20.2008 7:55pm