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Re: 2 poems [cannibalism]

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Max Richards <[log in to unmask]>

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Poetryetc: poetry and poetics

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Wed, 8 Oct 2008 16:17:28 +1100

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Quoting Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]>:

> Alison Croggon wrote:
> > ...The only white cannibals I can think of are Sawney
> > Bean and his family, and they're considered gruesome freaks, not the
> > emblematic image of the Scots  

coincidentally, I was looking up the word sawney only this morning.
My father used the word of a person to mean rather moronic.
to my surprise it is a diminutive of Alexander and applies to Scots, not morons.

Now an extract from Byron's Don Juan:

'T is thus with people in an open boat,
   They live upon the love of life, and bear
More than can be believed, or even thought,
    And stand like rocks the tempest's wear and tear;
And hardship still has been the sailor's lot,
    Since Noah's ark went cruising here and there; 
She had a curious crew as well as cargo,
Like the first old Greek privateer, the Argo.
But man is a carnivorous production,
    And must have meals, at least one meal a day; 
He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon auction,
    But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey;
Although his anatomical construction
    Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way,
Your labouring people think beyond all question,
Beef, veal, and mutton, better for digestion.

And thus it was with this our hapless crew;
    For on the third day there came on a calm,
And though at first their strength it might renew,
    And lying on their weariness like balm,
Lull'd them like turtles sleeping on the blue,
    Of ocean, when they woke they felt a qualm, 
And fell all ravenously on their provision, 
Instead of hoarding it with due precision.

The consequence was easily foreseen ---
    They ate up all they had, and drank their wine, 
In spite of all remonstrances, and then
    On what, in fact, next day were they to dine? 
They hoped the wind would rise, these foolish men!
    And carry them to shore; these hopes were fine, 
But as they had but one oar, and that brittle,
It would have been more wise to save their victual.

The fourth day came, but not a breath of air,
    And Ocean slumber'd like an unween'd child: 
The fifth day, and their boat lay floating there,
    The sea and sky were blue, and clear, and mild --- 
With their one oar (I wish they had had a pair)
    What could they do? and hunger's rage grew wild:
So Juan's spaniel, spite of his entreating,
Was kill'd and portion'd out for present eating.

On the sixth day they fed upon his hide,
    And Juan, who had still refused, because 
The creature was his father's dog that died,
    Now feeling all the vulture in his jaws,
With some remorse received (though first denied)
    As a great favour one of the fore-paws,
Which he divided with Pedrillo, who 
Devour'd it, longing for the other too.

The seventh day, and no wind --- the burning sun
    Blister'd and scorch'd, and, stagnant on the sea,
They lay like carcasses; and hope was none,
    Save in the breeze that came not; savagely 
They glared upon each other --- all was done,
    Water, and wine, and food, --- and you might see 
The longings of the cannibal arise 
(Although they spoke not) in their wolfish eyes.

At length one whisper'd his companion, who 
   Whisper'd another, and thus it went round, 
And then into a hoarser murmur grew,
    An ominous, and wild, and desperate sound;
And when his comrade's thought each sufferer knew,
    'T was but his own, suppressed till now, he found:
And out they spoke of lots for flesh and blood,
And who should die to be his fellow's food.

But ere they came to this, they that day shared
    Some leathern caps, and what remain'd of shoes;
And then they look'd around them and despair'd,
    And none to be the sacrifice would choose;
At length the lots were torn up, and prepared,
    But of materials that much shock the Muse --- 
Having no paper, for the want of better,
They took by force from Juan Julia's letter.

The lots were made, and mark'd, and mix'd, and handed,
    In silent horror, and their distribution
Lull'd even the savage hunger which demanded,
    Like the Promethean vulture, this pollution; 
None in particular had sought or plann'd it,
    'T was nature gnaw'd them to this resolution,
By which none were permitted to be neuter
And the lot fell on Juan's luckless tutor.

He but requested to be bled to death:
    The surgeon had his instruments, and bled 
Pedrillo, and so gently ebb'd his breath,
    You hardly could perceive when he was dead. 
He died as born, a Catholic in faith,
    Like most in the belief in which they 're bred, 
And first a little crucifix he kiss'd,
And then held out his jugular and wrist.

The surgeon, as there was no other fee,
    Had his first choice of morsels for his pains;
But being thirstiest at the moment, he
    Preferr'd a draught from the fast-flowing veins: 
Part was divided, part thrown in the sea,
    And such things as the entrails and the brains 
Regaled two sharks, who follow'd o'er the billow
The sailors ate the rest of poor Pedrillo.

The sailors ate him, all save three or four,
    Who were not quite so fond of animal food;
To these was added Juan, who, before
    Refusing his own spaniel, hardly could
Feel now his appetite increased much more;
    'T was not to be expected that he should,
Even in extremity of their disaster,
Dine with them on his pastor and his master.

'T was better that he did not; for, in fact,
    The consequence was awful in the extreme;
For they, who were most ravenous in the act,
    Went raging mad --- Lord! how they did blaspheme!
And foam and roll, with strange convulsions rack'd,
    Drinking salt water like a mountain-stream,
Tearing, and grinning, howling, screeching, swearing,
And, with hyŠna-laughter, died despairing.

Their numbers were much thinn'd by this infliction,
    And all the rest were thin enough, Heaven knows; 
And some of them had lost their recollection,
    Happier than they who still perceived their woes;
But others ponder'd on a new dissection,
    As if not warn'd sufficiently by those 
Who had already perish'd, suffering madly,
For having used their appetites so sadly.

And next they thought upon the master's mate,
    As fattest; but he saved himself, because,
Besides being much averse from such a fate,
    There were some other reasons: the first was, 
He had been rather indisposed of late;
    And that which chiefly proved his saving clause 
Was a small present made to him at Cadiz,
By general subscription of the ladies.

 Of poor Pedrillo something still remain'd,
    But was used sparingly, --- some were afraid, 
And others still their appetites constrained,
    Or but at times a little supper made;
All except Juan, who throughout abstain'd,
    Chewing a piece of bamboo and some lead:
At length they caught two boobies and a noddy,
And then they left off eating the dead body.



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