Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Writer's Diary #24: This Is Just Christmas Day, Jack (A Mashup)

If you've never clicked on the Fearless link on the sidebar, I suggest you do so. One of the highlights of his blog is "Mashup Monday". He scours the web for some of the best (and often zaniest) mashups around. Those unfamiliar with mashups, I refer you to Wikipedia. It refers of course to music, but I thought I'd try it out with poetry. Here's my mashup of Gordon Downie's "Christmas Day", William Carlos Williams's "This Is Just To Say", and the traditional "Little Jack Horner":

This Is Just Christmas Day, Jack

Little Jack Horner
sits in Economy.
The stewardess cracks the
public address system,
“There’s no music
for you today-
forgive me.
I have eaten
the plums-
forgive me.”


Barbara Bruederlin said...

Now that is an example of importing something good from one medium to another. Great idea. You are the DJ of books.

Allison said...

Barb beat are the DJ of books, kudos on the mashup poetry. I love that phrase, and the word mashup itself, can't say I used it before reading Fearless' blog.

Oh, and by the way, making my way through Blindness now, excellent. Truly excellent, thanks again for the recommend.

John Mutford said...

DJ of Books? I need something catchier- suggestions?

Allison, glad to hear you're enjoying Blindness, I hope I didn't offer too many spoilers.

John Mutford said...

I may not leave these up very long (especially if anyone complains!) but I thought maybe reading the originals (if you haven't already) would help put my mashup in perspective:

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

----William Carlos Williams

Christmas Day

My dad always used to say,
just after the presents,
"Well, it's as faraway now
as it'll ever be."

I'm thinking about that as
the stewardess cracks the
public address system:
"For those sitting in Ecomomy
there's no music
for you today."

----Gordon Downie

Little Jack Horner

Little Jack Horner
sat in the corner,
eating a Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb
and pulled out a plum
and said, "what a good boy
am I!"


Anonymous said...

You are the King of Books
There is none higher
Sucker blogophiles
Call you Sire!

Nice work on the poetry mashup. Thanks for the shout. I would really like to see more of these. As for your
Poetry Beatmaster?

John Mutford said...

Hah! Sire or Poetry Beatmaster? Hmmm. I'll have to think on that.

And I think you probably will see more, I had a blast writing(?) this one.

hornblower said...

Hi, thanks for visiting my blog & commenting about WCW.

I loved your mashup. I was going to suggest BJ instead of DJ, but when my brain actually caught up with my typing fingers I remembered that it does have a meaning which might not be entirely appropriate....

John Mutford said...

Hornblower: Ha! Thanks. Your blogger name could also be taken the same way. But I guess we better leave all that alone...