Satire

Satire

It’s for the laughs, you see.

This painting can’t be a reflection of me!

I won’t read anymore,

‘Cuz I know what I’ll find:

A piece that’s so funny it’ll blow my mind.

It starts with ‘Once Upon A Time’.

A story of fiction,

Outrageous scenes and impressive diction,

Foolish heroes on a foolish mission.

This author is mad!

These guys have ideas

I would never have had.

I’ve heard of a mirror.

It shows what is real.

But this image is too distorted

To show what I feel.

Comical, even.

Proportions are torn.

If it wasn’t supposed to be funny,

I’d look at it with scorn.

It’s just so outrageous

It couldn’t have been meant

For anything else;

My laughter was its intent.

How dare you get offended

At a work of art?

Shut up and laugh at it,

You old fart.

There’s no need to go on a protest

With banners.

It’s just comedy, darling.

Where are your ‘manners’?

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Academic Literature experiences have made me rather weary of what people can do to the art of words when the author is not around to confirm or deny any statements. Some analyses are pretty out of this world, and I’ve wished on multiple occasions that I could just resurrect authors so they can give me – and a few of my teachers – the truth. (Watch out for a story along these lines.)

I’m sure Archibald MacLeish, author of the poem ‘Ars Poetica,’ which I am not exactly a fan of, would disagree with me in my views that words are SUPPOSED to mean something and serve a purpose. No matter what the world thinks, I believe artists have the right to, as much as possible, ensure that the work they create is used for its intended purpose, but more importantly, NOT misused. I’m trying to avoid misinterpretation here. Times have changed. People are different. Leave me alone.

This is a satirical poem about satire called ‘Satire.’ It’s all about the ironic intent, you see. The persona is a person who looks at satire which is meant for the mockery of the society to which he belongs, with blind eyes and denial. It’s about a person who misses the criticizing point of satire entirely and doesn’t understand people who get offended because they don’t know they are part of the society the satire is trying to mock.

The obvious thought here is that this was inspired by the recent Charlie Hebdo shootings. Well, not exactly. It was inspired mostly by Oscar Wilde and his many comedies of manners – hence the pun in the last line. The Charlie case is a different one entirely. I may, however, get into trouble if I give my views on that, though, so maybe a story will be forthcoming. Maybe.

-Akotowaa

My Thoughts: A Woman of No Importance

This is actually a play. Playwright: Oscar Wilde.

I need to say – I really need to say – that Oscar Wilde is KING. King of satire, king of irony, king of comedy, king of playwrights! (Before you ask, I do think Shakespeare is overrated. His plays never got me excited like Oscar Wilde.)

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From reading A Woman of No Importance, I concluded basically the same thing I concluded after reading Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby”, which is that, if I were to ever exist in this era (ignoring the fact that I’d be a black slave, of course), I’d either hate everybody to an unhealthily high degree, or I’d be so amused they’d have to fabricate a new delirium to diagnose me with.

What stuns me is how Wilde’s characters each have such striking personalities. Lady Caroline, yeah that girl is messed up. All those marriages have made her start treating her helpless husband, Sir John, like a misbehaving dog. Lady Stutfield, that follow-the-leader lady with a very, very (that’s a joke you’ll get if you’ve read the play) limited arsenal of adverbs. Lady Hustanton, the host, is almost sensible. ALMOST. Hester, the only American in the play, is by far the most intelligent woman. How anti-patriotic of Wilde.

As for the guys in the play, absolutely none of them are relevant to me except Gerald, who’s headstrong and slightly foolish, and Lord Illingworth. Lord Illingworth just kept on cracking me up because the guy’s an immoral idiot, but he’s a hilarious immoral idiot, even worse than Algernon from “The Importance of Being Earnest.” Most of my favourite quotes come from him. And Wilde, this King of Irony, makes him stab himself in the back, for all his foolish talk is worth.

I don’t know if anybody still reads these classic books for the sake of reading, and not just school, but I am ENCOURAGING PEOPLE to read this play. That’s why this post is spoiler-free and not analytical. As a matter of fact, I don’t believe Oscar Wilde deserves to be studied. Studying people’s writings demeans them, in my opinion, and turns some of the greatest writers into “have to but don’t wanna” authors instead of “don’t have to, but can’t stay away from you” authors – in terms of readers’ reaction.

Is it legitimate that Wilde’s surprises always…well, astound me? At some point of revelation in the play, I was literally going, “Oh my gosh! So wait, that was – oh my gosh!’ out loud, which really isn’t healthy when you’d like people to think you’re sane.

Conclusion: fantastic story. Read it and laugh.

Favourite quotes:

The one advantage of playing with fire, Lady Caroline, is that one never even gets singed. It is the people who don’t know how to play with it who get burned up.

Well, can I get some matches, please?

It is perfectly monstrous the way people go about, now-a-days, saying things against one behind one’s back that are absolutely and entirely true.

How scandalous! TRUE rumours?! What is the world coming to?!

Vulgar habit that is people have now-a-days, of asking one, after one has given them an idea, whether one is serious or not.

Can I give a shout-out to all my Ghanaians for this one?

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly rational being?

I mean come on. We know we’re crazy. You know we’re crazy. Why pretend otherwise?

When a man is old enough to do wrong, he should be old enough to do right also.

Disputable, but funny.

Oh, duty is what one expects from others, it is not what one does one’s self.

Exactly!

Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.

There’s a shred of sensibility in this, you know.

My dear Gerald, examinations are of no value whatsoever. If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.

Spoken like a well-bred idiot. I, however, completely agree with the first part.

To win back my youth, Gerald, there is nothing I wouldn’t do – except take exercise, get up early, or be a useful member of the community.

The mind state of every lazy adult, right there!

-Akotowaa