On a dead bloke’s birthday

The tyranny of biology
Leads to asinine hagiography:
Gallileo brighter; Einstein quicker;
Copernicus smarter; Newton slicker.
Bright stars all, their ideas distinguished;
Blazing lights not to be extinguished.
None could deny that Darwin’s gift
Rightly is termed a paradigm shift
But after all is done and said
Concentrating on a bloke who’s dead
Seems a strange and futile ambition
While we struggle for recognition:
What’s spinning Darwin in his grave
Is the adulation that you crave.

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18 Responses to On a dead bloke’s birthday

  1. Ed Rybicki says:

    Good one!
    Which leads me to think that Mac Davis’ little ditty (modified) should be compulsory for all Nobel seekers:
    Oh, Lord, it’s hard to humble
    When you’re perfect in every way
    I can’t wait to look in the journal
    My work, it gets better each day
    To know me is to rate me
    I must be one hell of a man
    Oh, Lord, it’s hard to humble
    But I’m doing the best that I can
    I used to have a postdoc
    I guess he just couldn’t compete
    With all the honours and money
    That keep falling at my feet
    I can’t seem to find me another
    I guess they’re just in awe of me
    Who cares, I’ve never been lonesome
    For I cherish my own company….

  2. Richard P. Grant says:

    HA HA!
    I don’t know if I should be worried that I remember the original (I blame my father for my poor taste in music).

  3. Henry Gee says:

    A CLERIHEW ON RICHARD P GRANT
    RICHARD P GRANT
    Let no-one say that he can’t
    Write poetry. he lives in Australia
    And has painted his arse like a dahlia.

  4. Stephen Curry says:

    A fine work of poetic non-fiction,
    With just a touch of self-contradiction?

  5. Richard P. Grant says:

    It is no more than a satirical perspective
    (the poet, always, is introspective)

  6. Karen James says:

    Mainly, I crave a new Beagle.

  7. Henry Gee says:

    Sorry, I got carried away by the following meme that burrowed into my brain, just at that very moment.
    There once was a man from Australia
    Who painted his arse as a dahlia
    It went very well
    At tuppence a smell
    But fourpence a lick was a failure.

  8. Richard Wintle says:

    asinine hagiography
    You know, I’m guessing RPG is one hell of a Scrabble player.
    _Richard Grant
    when he don’t rant
    writes with vocabulary
    quite exemplary._

  9. Eva Amsen says:

    It’s not the long words that count in Scrabble – it’s knowing all the two and three letter short ones, like “xi” and “qat” so that you can place words parallel to each other and score more points. (I spent a lot of time with competitive Scrabble players a few years ago.)

  10. Richard P. Grant says:

    That’s why I could never do well in a Scrabble tournament—I prefer the interesting words.

  11. Eva Amsen says:

    Oh, me too. I was going out with a Scrabble player at the time, and he was horrified at this. I would prefer to put down “effigy” even though I could get at least twice as many points by putting “fig” in a strategic position. But I would never win anyway, so why not go down in style?

  12. Richard P. Grant says:

    bq. by putting “fig” in a strategic position
    That’s a lovely mental image. Thanks.

  13. Eva Amsen says:

    I should have seen that coming.

  14. Richard P. Grant says:

    I’m nothing if not consistent.

  15. Henry Gee says:

    That should be ‘leaf’ rather than ‘fig’.

  16. Richard P. Grant says:

    Um… no.

  17. J A Exton says:

    Chuffed to know that erudition
    Is not in danger of extinction
    Its writing the prose
    Which gets up ones nose
    That gives it a smell of distinction

  18. Richard P. Grant says:

    Ha ha ha!!
    Hello stranger!

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