And back to Linguistic Gimmicks. Today's post definitely fits with the blog's title. It's also a new style of work: a monologue! Other than saying it's an homage with a sprinkling of meta-ness, I really can't explain it more, so you'll just have to read on.
“Welcome
to the Wax Poets Museum. My name
is Tony, and I’ll be your tour guide today for our wonderful exhibits. Now, there are so many effigies of
poets in our museum, but we’ll only have time to view the highlights. Not that you would really want to see
the unimportant poets anyway.
First
up is one of the museum’s proudest wax statues: Robert Frost.
You can either go to the left or right to view it, though most people
prefer to take the first route.
Make sure you read some of his most famous poems that are showcased
around him. Everyone good? OK, let’s move on.
Now
we’ll take a turn from the natural to the supernatural. On your left you will see our wax Edgar
Allen Poe. Some say this statue is
haunted. It’s probably true. This is one of our oldest wax figures;
we’ve had it for nevermore.
Let’s
move on to a prettier sight. Emily
Dickinson will be coming up on your right, with Louisa May Alcott right past
her. Yes sir, do you have a
question? Oh, you write
poetry? No, you can’t be recreated
out of wax. Why? You have to be dead. Making wax statues resembling the
living is just plain creepy.
Moving on.
Ah,
here we have wax John Donne. This
area always has lots of fleas covering his body. They’re attracted to him for some reason. Don’t ask me why.
next
is one of my favorites, e.e. cummings.
any questions about the tour thus far? yes, ma’am? i’m
sorry, you have to ask again, this time without capitalization. thank you, that’s much better. who are we seeing next, you ask? let's see. oh, it’s walt, sorry, Walt Whitman. You can’t have a complete wax poet
museum without a Walt Whitman.
The
penultimate stop on our tour is Sylvia Plath. No matter what we try, her wax always ends up melting. We end up resetting the figure every
day. Looks like it’ll need some
touch up soon. What a pain. Makes you want to kill yourself.
Finally,
we come to one of our most prized pieces of wax: Shel Silverstein.
One of our newest additions and already one of our favorites. I could speak about Mr. Silverstein for
ages, but I’ll spare you the rhymes.
Well,
that concludes our tour. I hope I
haven’t waxed poetic about our wax poets for too long. If you enjoyed your time at the Wax
Poets Museum, please come back and visit soon!”
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