Re: An ode to the ARBR Troll ... an insight ful link that someone sent

Discussion in 'Recumbent bicycles' started by Just zis Guy, you know?, Feb 19, 2005.

  1. On 18 Feb 2005 19:19:41 -0800, [email protected] wrote in message
    <[email protected]>:

    >This depicts our resident ARBR troll rather well:

    Which one? There are so many to chose from ;-)

    May contain traces of irony. Contents liable to settle after posting.

    85% of helmet statistics are made up, 69% of them at CHS, Puget Sound

  2. LoGo USA

    LoGo USA Guest

    In response to Jim McNamara's link to the Billy Goat Gruff
    bit on my website [ ],
    Guy asked:

    >Which one?

    I'd like to reply - in the form of a ditty -
    That naming a TROLL is like belling a kitty.
    It's easy to write it, but once the TROLL's read it,
    Stuff may hit the fan. As John Donne might have said it:
    No newsgroup's an island - Survivor or Monkey.
    A dearly departed old TROLL may be spunky
    Enough to return if we call on the devil
    By name; are you sure that his death's on the level?
    We all heard the bells of his funeral ringing,
    But he was the guy on the ropes who was swinging.
    He may have retreated up in the bell tower,
    And may still be lurking, resentful and sour.
    If you 'send to know', and you get a straight answer,
    Like old Quasimodo when he saw that dancer,
    The TROLL may jump out - with a taste for fresh mutton.
    So, guys, I don't think I'll be pushing that button;
    I'd just as soon NOT be the impudent fellow
    Who stirs up that pot, or at whom the TROLLS bellow.

    Keep smiling, PLEASE!
  3. > naming a TROLL is like belling a kitty.

    With apologies to John Donne, Dean of the Cathedral of Saint Paul in 1624:

    "never send to know for whom the bell trolls; it trolls for thee."

    "Bicycling is a healthy and manly pursuit with much
    to recommend it, and, unlike other foolish crazes,
    it has not died out." -- The Daily Telegraph (1877)
  4. LoGo USA

    LoGo USA Guest

    In response to my poetic follow-up to the posting
    about the ARBR TROLL poem, LioNiNoiL wrote:

    >With apologies to John Donne...

    As part of the fun for this topic, I've stirred in
    A rich mix of metaphors: phrases I've heard in
    An internet forum, some Aesop, some Hugo,
    John Donne, Dr. Seuss, an ad slogan from Yugo,
    A bold allegorical style (more like Dante's,
    I hope, than like Hawthorne's), a touch of Cervantes,
    Mad Magazine, vintage TV, Stephen King,
    Song lyrics that date from the era of swing.
    A tapestry, wonderf'ly crafted and woven,
    Inspired by a muse - who has hooves sharp and cloven.
    Oh yes, I confess: when you get right down to it,
    I'M NICE - but the Devil hisself made me do it!

    A Quick Quiz, begininning with a phrase association:

    STIMULUS: For whom the bell tolls
    RESPONSE: Most likely Ernest Hemingway; or given the age
    and perverse predilections of some of our members... uh, I
    mean newsgroup readers, maybe Ingrid Bergman or Gary Cooper,
    depending of course... But yes, in fact the phrase dates back
    at least to the early 17th century and cleric John Donne.

    QUESTION: What do you call a poem that doesn't rhyme?
    ANSWER: Prose - usually containing bad grammar and too many
    line breaks.

    Case in point:

    No man is an island, entire of itself;
    Every man is a piece of the continent,
    A part of the main...
    Any man's death diminishes me,
    Because I am involved in mankind,
    And therefore never send to know
    For whom the bell tolls;
    It tolls for thee.

    Although most folks today think of this as a poem, it is
    actually only a brief excerpt from a distinctly prosaic
    Anglican devotional. Most often now, it's printed, as it
    is above, even with a sentence omitted from the middle -
    perhaps because it's a bit too blatantly Eurocentric for
    contemporary, meticulously politically correct American
    educational doctrine?

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