I don't know how this had escaped my attention until this week - but it had: Robert Burns's incomparable response to a critic who had complained that his poetry contained 'obscure language' and 'imperfect grammar'.
I mean I've felt like this often enough - haven't we all? But I never had quite these words to express my feelings!
Ellisland, 1791.
Dear Sir:
Thou eunuch of language; thou Englishman, who never was south the Tweed; thou servile echo of fashionable barbarisms; thou quack, vending the nostrums of empirical elocution; thou marriage-maker between vowels and consonants, on the Gretna-green of caprice; thou cobler, botching the flimsy socks of bombast oratory; thou blacksmith, hammering the rivets of absurdity; thou butcher, embruing thy hands in the bowels of orthography; thou arch-heretic in pronunciation; thou pitch-pipe of affected emphasis; thou carpenter, mortising the awkward joints of jarring sentences; thou squeaking dissonance of cadence; thou pimp of gender; thou Lyon Herald to silly etymology; thou antipode of grammar; thou executioner of construction; thou brood of the speech-distracting builders of the Tower of Babel; thou lingual confusion worse confounded; thou scape-gallows from the land of syntax; thou scavenger of mood and tense; thou murderous accoucheur of infant learning; thou ignis fatuus, misleading the steps of benighted ignorance; thou pickle-herring in the puppet-show of nonsense; thou faithful recorder of barbarous idiom; thou persecutor of syllabication; thou baleful meteor, foretelling and facilitating the rapid approach of Nox and Erebus.
R.B.
Ellisland |
3 comments:
That, most definitely, told him!!
Did the critic ever try to reply?
I always loved Burns on someone named Andrew Turner.
The devil took clay to make a swine,
And cast it in a corner.
Then after a while he changed his plan,
Shaped it something like a man,
And called it Andrew Turner.
I love that swine-clay 'something like a man.'
Lord knows what the man Turner had done to him - but Burns certainly had a gift for insult!
I don't know, Susan. In fact, nobody seems very sure who the critic was - and I suppose he maintained a low profile after this! Suspect Burns was a much better friend than an enemy.
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