“Conservative, n. A statesman who is enamored of existing evils, as
distinguished from the Liberal, who wishes to replace them with
others”.
(Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”, https://www.gutenberg.org/files/972/972-h/972-h.htm
“Conservative, n. A statesman who is enamored of existing evils, as
distinguished from the Liberal, who wishes to replace them with
others”.
(Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”, https://www.gutenberg.org/files/972/972-h/972-h.htm
I know a young lady called Yvette
Who is a natural brunette.
When she dyed her hair blonde
In my local duck pond
The ducks did very much regret.
When I Die
Where will
All these dreams go?
And will I
Be dreaming still?
I do not know.
I know a pretty young brunette
Who goes by the name of Yvette.
Her real name is Kate
And the police just can’t wait
To interview me and Yvette …
I know a petite blonde
Of whom I’m rather fond.
Being in search of romance
I asked her to dance
And we waltzed in her garden pond …
I know a petite blond
Of whom I’m rather fond.
Being in search of romance
I asked her to dance
But she pushed me into the pond!
An elderly Brexiteer called Mia
Said “I have no fear
Of leaving the EU
For the sky tis deep blue!”.
A Remainer named Sue
Made reply
“The sky
Tis turning black
Best take your mack!”.
I sat back
And thought
Ought I
To say “one of you
Does lie
For it can not be true
That the sky
Is both black and blue.
A gossamer belt
I felt
Long ago.
Oh how thin
Is the divide twixt virtue and sin!
A dress it was
Because she called it so.
Her name I do not know
Although I remember the gas fire,
The carpet rough and my desire.
There was a young lady of Harwich
Who entered into marriage
With a sailor called Lee.
And when he went to sea
I comforted that young lady of Harwich …
There was a young lady of Harwich
Who entered into marriage
With a man called Hope,
But being unable to cope
She escaped with me in my carriage …
The kiss without love.
The glove
Full
Of a dull
Release
Will bring no peace
Yesterday (20 July) I came across “Disabled” by Wilfred Owen, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57285/disabled. As someone who is himself disabled (I am registered blind), I was interested to see how one of the great poets of World War I portrays disability.
In “Disabled, Owen describes a young man who enlists in the army while underage, is terribly wounded (he loses both legs and its implied his arms also). Returning to the UK he is institutionilised and (the poem implies) his former joys, including any prospect of a woman’s love are at an end:
“Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls’ waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,
All of them touch him like some queer disease”.
In the above lines, Owen falls into the trap of assuming that disabled people are sexless, an idea which still persists to this day amongst some people (including the so-called educated sections of the population). Throughout history disabled people have (to state the obvious) had sexual relations both within marriage and outside of that institution. Here Owen is projecting his own view of disability onto an unnamed and depersonalised individual who has been horribly injured in war.
Having said the above, it remains as true today (as it did in Owen’s time) that many people will not entertain the idea of entering into a relationship with a person who has a disability. However it is by no means unusual for someone who is disabled to have a non-disabled partner (as a visually impaired man most of my relationships have been with sighted women).
The poem ends on the same sad note, that of a man who has lost all joy in living, including the possibility of finding love:
“Tonight he noticed how the women’s eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
How cold and late it is! Why don’t they come
And put him into bed? Why don’t they come?”.
(For an interesting article on the poem please see this piece on Disability Arts Online, http://disabilityarts.online/magazine/opinion/war-poem-disabled-wilfred-owen/).