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THE TEXT Le Texte Der Text Cette épenthèse sent le népenthès… et ce texte “se désenténèbre lentement” — de l’enfer! 1 THE MSS. Peter the Exegete remembers… The Ellesmere Ms emerged embedded between bergs; the ‘Leyden en Deventer’ Mss (they spend three weeks here, three there) were wedged between cheeses, where the gentle effervescence (the senescent whey) preserved them. 2 LE TEXTE RÉCEMMENT RECENSÉ. Recensent tres expertes: Greer, Bentley, Greenberg. 4 Egbert the Elder je préfère de le prétendre; en effet les frères descendèrent, entre trente–sept–cent trente–sept décédés et décédées, d’Éthelrède ‘the Redeless’. nec rex est, there’s never been, ‘Egbert the Elder’. Ethelbert de Kent certe rex est, sed egens, ne reges generet. 15 Les mecs de l’Éverdène: Térence déserte les tentes (regrets!); Peter s’emmêle (je répète: regrets!); elle se sert de l’excellent Lechêne. 19 her ewes needed helpmeets Exegetes; she needed ten shepherds Mss; shepherdesses Greer 20 Bergère: shepherdess, the French term. 21 they gentled Bentley; vented (skewered) Mss 25–46 she tests herself 29 reserved verse serves 39 reversed serve swerves! 29 Beckmesser: der Etepetete, den der Lerchenschmetternwettbewerb sehr, sehr ekelte. 30 wheezed/breezed/sneezed spelled went kvetched preened préférèrent les élèves 31 excellent — best Mss; peerless — the best ‘verbessert’ Werther 33 her épées: she’s the best fencer, she’s meddled: her level best resembles the peerless Beth Tweddle’s. These entered the event: sex bene vel septem se selegere merentes, / sed temere, gentes (entre elles les grecs et les ndébélé): deesse necesse gregem. 48 Twelve Regent Street temptresses fleeced Henley crews Mss: nec repetere nec vere credere decet. Westchester temptresses Greenberg; Nettlebed (près de Henley) Bentley; Benenden (ses élèves femelles!) Greer; Tennessee temptresses Dewey; serpent–necked nem. 52 ‘The perfect gent!’ — Ps. –Psell. 53 Bells Yew Green: neben der Grenze des Kent. Where’s Kent, then? Kent’s left leg nestles Essex, / The sweet remembered scene: The Chelmer, yes, the SX Press, / Well–tempered, well serene. The dexter leg: here’s Lewes, / Smeeth, Beckley, Bells Yew Green, The Seven She’s. Yes, Pevensey’s / Where Frenchmen steeled the scene. Well, Kent ferments elevenses, / She brews her beers, between. Ethelbert’s men were Kent men, (Newenden, Benenden, Tenterden, Bethersden): brewed the best beers, left fewest weeds. Yet Sheppey’s shepherds weep! They keep the blest Redeemer’s Beth–El creed, the ‘Feed these sheep’: Bethlehem feeds these men. The reckless, feckless Ethelbert never heeds. The Ebbsfleet sleeper speeds, he needs Sheerness, he gets defencelessness… Where Pegwell’s clement edge respects, reflects, the next recess, where the French vessels, et les belges, precede, rejects the pledge: the lengthened cheerless pebble–yells regress, the fleet creed ebbs, the lessened creed recedes. 59 The eldest texts prefer re–elvered…went eel–less; the newest, re–brent–geesed… went geeseless. Je schwerer der Text, dementsprechend verehrenswerter! These verses were never deleted. 61 the Trent: Le célèbre “Trent” fend le centre de l’Engleterre (bêtement épelée) et démêle nettement les évêchés. Certes ce Trent décéléré de M. Éverdène semble être dementgegen der sehr enge Trent des Westens, dessen Nennen der Mensch der Gegend stets verdreht, stets verpestet! 67 The desert’s extremest depths sheltered the blessed Ténéré Tree, between Fez, Meknès, et Le Bel Erg de l’Est… Elsewhere, the desert tree sees her desert tree brethren. Here, she never sees them! She’s — they’re — deserted. Well, then, yer feckless French feller necked seven treble beers, belched, held the wheel, pressed the self–server, de–clenched, re–belched, reversed well heedless, then WHEEP! the berk felled the defenceless tree. See Credere Rem Velles, Nec Rem Bene Credere Velles (New–Jerseyer Lehrheft Des Sehr Selten Erlebten). 71 fenderless Edsel. Edsel, bzw. Etzel: verwester Feldherr; bemerkter Esel des Verkehrs, Fehler des Werbewesens. hell–bent Mercedes Greenberg; self–centred Bentley Bentley 80 Penney’s: where the lesser spenders went: they spent fewer cents. 80a +Helen Vendler sent sentences, peer–refereed; Her pensées were jewels, the deemsters decreed.+ (Yes, well these presents were never presented.) 83 Everest der hehrste Berg der Welt; Fensterhersteller 92 Elder Dempster: they sent well–keeled, well–crewed vessels wherever the breezes blew. Weren’t the well–heeled well–served — well–stewed, even. Here, Shtewerd!! 92 Bêches the Exegetes; Bêtes Bentley; Belles Ellesmere; Shells Leyden en Deventer 95a degenerem recte rem delevere decentes. 95b +Hell’s bells! Even Ellen Degeneres fled!+ verehrenswerter! 96 Ethelred “regem hebetem et segnem, segetem nec mente ferentem, mel de melle merens flet edens de felle fel heres.” 98 messed yes; skewed x bleeped y speckled z. 100 Menderes: le Mendérès erre et serpente (c’est célèbre: c’est le verbe même, exprès, des hellènes) et se déverse vers l’est de l’Égée, belle mer, près de ces mêmes hellènes. Cette mer Égéenne! — scène des événements de légende! Ces événements embêtèrent l’excellent Énée et le père d’Énée et même l’élève–éphèbe (eh ben, le bébé) né d’Énée. Entendez–le, cet Énée désespéré! — « Mère! Chère mère! Très belle et céleste déesse! Entends, entends! Sèche mes vedettes trempées! Remets les vents, défends les tempêtes! Je cherche les belles terres, les belles femmes et les Mécènes. » “Gegen entgegengesetzte Sterne strebt der edelste Held selbst vergebens.” LE CENTRE BELGE DE RECHERCHES ENTRE LES BELLES–LETTRES, DEMESNE DE SENEFFE. NEC DEBES CREDERE

Translations This appendage smells of the Homeric drug that banishes grief … and this text ‘slowly disentenebrates’ — from hell! (The one–vowel phrase is from a poem of Jean Cassou: my translation in the book 33 Sonnets … runs: ‘From hollow pools of gloom so slow to go’.) 1 ‘Leyden and Deventer’ 2 The text recently redacted. Three experts redacted it. Bentley: the 18th–century scholar. Greer, Clement Greenberg: modern pundits. 4 Egbert the Elder So I prefer to claim; in fact the brothers descended, among 3,737 deceased persons male and female, from Ethelred the Unready. Nor is there such a king as Egbert the Elder. Ethelbert of Kent is certainly a king, but seems to have had few royal descendants. 15 Everdene’s geezers: Terence quits the tent (sadly); Peter gets into a mess (again, sadly); she is well–served by the excellent Oak. Terence Stamp (Sergeant Troy), Peter Finch (Squire Boldwood), Alan Bates (Gabriel Oak). 29 Beckmesser: the fusspot who was deeply irritated by the larks’ warbling contest. From the opera Die Meistersinger. 30 the pupils preferred 32 Werther’s ‘improvement’. Young man in novel by Goethe. 33 A good six or seven peoples came forward, daringly, yet with merit, among them the Greeks and the Ndebele: such a crowd has had to be omitted. (Latin elegiac couplet.) 48 it is not decent to repeat this, nor indeed to believe it. Nettlebed near Henley. Benenden (its female pupils!) nem. = nemo, no–one. 52 Ps.–Psell. Pseudo–Psellus, a commentator who might have been Psellus, but was not. Psellus: an eminent Byzantine. 53 Bells Yew Green, in East Sussex: near the Kent boundary. The poem ‘Ethelbert’s Men’ contrasts the devout shepherds of Sheppey (‘sheep–isle’) with the pagan Ethelbert, whose queen was St Bertha. She supported St Augustine, who landed at Ebbsfleet. Pegwell Bay, famously painted by Dyce, is near the ferry–port of Ramsgate; Dover Beach is where Matthew Arnold noted ‘the melancholy, long, withdrawing roar’ of faith. 59 ‘The harder the text, so much the more worthy of respect.’ The scholars’ principle, when manuscripts disagree: difficilior lectio potior, the more difficult reading should prevail: inferring from the confusion that the original, correct, text must have been something peculiar. This idea has led to some very peculiar conjectures. 61 The famous Trent splits the middle of England (stupidly spelt) and neatly separates the bishoprics. Certainly, this slowed–down Trent of Mr Everdene‘s seems to be, in contrast, the very narrow Trent of the West Country [‘the Piddle’], whose name the local people are forever plaguing and perverting! 67 ‘Ripley’s Believe It Or Not’ tells of the world’s loneliest tree, knocked down by a French truck–driver. Déclencher, to release, let go; débrayer, to de–clutch. ‘You might wish to believe the matter, and you might not’ (Latin hexameter). New Jersey Primer of the Very Rarely Experienced. 71 Edsel variously Etzel: long–dead warlord (Attila); notorious ass of the traffic, marketing blunder. An unsuccessful Ford car named after Henry Ford’s son Edsel. 83 Everest the world’s most exalted mountain; window manufacturer. 95a Something degenerate which decent folk have rightly deleted. (Latin hexameter.) 95b more deserving of honour. 96 Ethelred “A king dull and sluggish, no brain-bran at all, whose heir in despair deserves sugar’s sugars, devours gall of gall.” (Two Latin hexameters.) 100 The Menderes wanders and snakes (it’s famous: it’s the very word of the Greeks, explicitly, the Meander) and pours out on the east of the Aegean, lovely sea, close to those same Greeks. That Aegean Sea! — scene of legendary events! Those events annoyed the excellent Aeneas and the father of Aeneas and even the teenage schoolboy, OK the little son of Aeneas. Hark at him, the despairing Aeneas! — “Mother! dear mother! Most beautiful, heavenly goddess! Hear, o hear! Dry out my waterlogged pinnaces! Put away the winds, prohibit the tempests! I’m searching for lovely lands, lovely women and wealthy patrons!” “Against contrary stars even the noblest hero strives in vain.” ‘Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens’: Against stupidity even gods fight in vain. (Schiller: From ‘Joan of Arc’.) THE BELGIAN CENTRE FOR RESEARCH AMONG BELLES–LETTRES, MANOR OF SENEFFE. (In reality: The European Centre for Literary Translation, at Seneffe, Belgium) AND YOU NEEDN’T BELIEVE IT

How they brought the bad news from John of Gaunt’s birthplace (Ghent) to Charlemagne’s grave (Aix). I sprang to the soapbox, and Boris, and he; I twiddled, he twaddled, we swindled all three… The Bullingdon Races I went to the polling station on the twenty-third of June, Eighteen hundred and sixty-two, on a summer’s afternoon: The Bullingdon Boys have trashed us all, they called a referendum, We’ve made our bed, and Europe’s dead, and so’s the United Kingdom. Oh me lads, ye shud a’ seen us gannin’, Passin’ the foaks upon the road just as they wor stannin’; Lots o’ lads an’ lasses there, all wi’ smiling faces, Gawn alang the Scotswood Road, to see the Blaydon Races. Look at the people of Sunderland, they voted two to one: ‘The Polish squads will take our jobs, it says so in the Sun!’ Howay the canny Japanese in charge of Nissan Motors: The Rising Sun won’t rise for long, to feed the Geordie voters. [Will there be deals for all the wheels, the Hondas and Toyotas?] [The fishermen, unfortunately, won’t escape the quotas.] O utinam sodales hoc vidissent! praeterivimus omnes in via velut stetissent! juvenesque virginesque ore subridenti, omnibus in motoribus, Equiriis intenti! Parts of Cornwall, Pottery Town, the famous Valleys of Wales! They’re all awash with Europe’s cash, it ought to have turned the scales. Own goal! own goal! Take back control! The barmy slogan caught on: Ere set of sun, two brickworks gone, in Accrington and Claughton. Ô les gars! Vous auriez dû nous voir! Les gens comme immobiles, là-bas sur le trottoir: Les gars avec les filles, sourires aux visages, Les potes vont aux votes, gare aux grands carambolages! ‘The harlot’s cry from street to street,’ as William Blake predicted, ‘Shall weave old England’s winding-sheet.’ Bad luck, the self-evicted! What’s black and white and dirty-faced? The gutter press’s pages: The Power that’s irresponsible, the Harlot down the ages. Oh me lads, ye shud a’ seen us gannin’, etc. Austerity, charity food banks, and Bullingdon George’s gambles, Disparity and dishonesty, chancy chancellor’s omnishambles! No funds for the environment, no go the global warming, Kill off the solar industries and blight the country’s farming. Ach, die Burschen! Was war das zu sehen! Wir fahren an die Leut’ vorbei, da scheint’s, als ob sie stehen! So viele Burschen, viele Mädchen, alle Gesichter lachten, Zur Wonnestund’, mit keinem Grund, das Unglück zu verachten! What were the lies, the porky pies, that mesmerised the nation? The hordes of Brussels Bureaucrats, the Turkish Occupation? The billion pounds to heal the sick, disgraceful fabrication, The now-you-see-it-now-you-don't, the prestidigitation! Oh me lads, ye shud a’ seen us gannin’, etc. At first it was the grandest dream and it was so exciting: Half Europe had agreed at last to put an end to fighting. Came years of rubbishing in the Press, the spooks, the faceless funders: Cameron, Anthony Eden, Blair! the grand historic blunders. Oh me lads, ye shud a’ seen us gannin’, etc. Where was the Labour leader? Where was anyone from Labour? Where was the solidarity and where the Love Your Neighbour? Some Britons come with turbans, some with scarves around their faces: ‘No immigrants, no migrants, no agreements!’ cry the racists. Oh me lads, ye shud a’ seen us gannin’, etc. The gaps between the North and South and rich and poor have widened: The pensions and the pounds recede, so take away our Trident!  Unpick the years of careful work, as niceties turn to nasties: The health, the wealth, the Europol, the Stilton and the pasties. Oh me lads, ye shud a’ seen us gannin’, etc. Was it the northern working class? The southern comfort-zoners? The dwellers in the tenements, the pampered private owners? Unpick the years of careful work, replace it with disorder: The work of Hume, Ahern, and Blair: the peaceful Irish border! Oh me lads, ye shud a’ seen us gannin’, etc. Who’s going to pick the English fruit, and leave at end of season? Who’s even going to grow it now, with no commercial reason? Reject the grants, the bursaries, reject the friendly payments, Put lots of people out of work and tyrannise the claimants. ¡Ay, los compadres, que vernos deberían! Pasábamos a la gente como si no se moverían. Los chicos y chiquitas y las caras radiantes, a ver el espectáculo de bravos cabalgantes!

The Olympics! Eunoia! Euphoria! So I’ll Raise three for Seb Coe and three more for Tess Jowell. The Olympics came back! Lay it on with a trowel! Praise our teams past and present, with *only one vowel*. THE ELDERS Mary Peters pentathlon 1972, gold Jim Peters marathon, Empire Games 1954, Helsinki 1952 Remember the Peterses! She’s DBE, HE teetered, fell helpless: we freeze, bend the knee. marathon Yes the Greeks v the Medes: there were helmets, BC. Peters led the event: needs the merest few metres, he enters the end-stretch, he trembles, reels, teeters... legs, knees, feet, bent, went. Peters, Essex, GB. shot put SHE threw the pent sphere, threw her levellest best, perfected her strength, she exceeded the rest. Northern Ireland Where she dwells, the demesnes seem the greenest: the west, where the verses were Erse, ere the gems were recessed. Daley Thompson, decathlon, golds 1980 & 1984 Ten events! Répétés! He’s been deemed the extreme, ‘New Jesse’, the legend, the endless esteem. Coe & Ovett, middle distance 1980-84 Seb v Steve: MD metres, then DCCC: they needed the needle! Neck v neck, knee v knee. Baroness Tanni Grey-Thompson DBE, paralympics 1988-2004: eleven golds She’s the wheel-perfect peeress, she’s Welsh: she herself swept eleven. Resplendent! She’ll strengthen her shelf. Steve Redgrave, Matthew Pinsent, and Chris Hoy knighted... They kneel, feel the steel where the necks meet the pecs. ...by The Queen She herself’s the best ever! Next best, ‘G: Sext: Rex’. Harold Abrahams (gold), Eric Liddell (gold), Paris 1924 cent mètres The pretenders were fleet, even fleeter the Jew; 400 mètres ‘E’ revered the Redeemer: he’s blest. Well, he knew! Lord Burleigh, 400m hurdles 1928, gold He crested the fences, next Exeter peer: ‘Three cheers!’ yelled the brewers. ‘We’ll fetch the best beer!’ THE PRESENT (2012) Tennis: Andy Murray: gold, silver. Laura Robson: silver He served, he deserved, he reversed the regrets, cheeked the Federer gent, swept the needed three sets. Next, he helped the sweet belter. They bettered the bets! Paralympic Tennis: a player unbeaten anywhere since 2003 The wheel-trestled Lenglen, the best we’ll see here, the peerless, the evergreen Esther Vergeer. Heptathlon: Jessica Ennis: gold Jess, the seven-eventer, we’ve seen her excel. Gymnastics Beth Tweddle wheeled steeper, went excellent well; bronze the men get three cheers, they exceed the expected! bronze 1500 metres (not) Steph Twell wrecked her leg: her, they never selected: yet she keeps effervescent, she’s never dejected: she’s better. Keep well, then! Remember Steph Twell. Triathlon: Alistair & Jonny Brownlee (gold & bronze), Helen Jenkins (fifth) They’ve three speeds: the wetness, the wheels, then the street: they bend stretch flex wrestle, fettle legs knees heels feet. they shed the wet ’prene, they’re renewed, they’re well-dressed. Sleek speed, the wee breeks, the revered GB vest! Long jump: Greg Rutherford: gold Seven metres, twelve-tenths were the length he excessed, the extent he exceeded: he flew, legs extended: he stretched! Then they metered the dent where he ended. Red Greg’s Bletchley-bred. Yeeesss! Red Greg led the rest. Long jump: Shara Proctor from Anguilla (many medals, not Olympic) She flew seven metres, then settled her heel. She’s the Elver, she’s dwelled where the emblem’s the Eel. Cycling: Victoria Pendleton: gold, silver Well, the ped’llers were med’llers, we depended, pell-mell: she’s the Empress, she wended! she went! Yes, we’d yell: her heels sped the wheels, let her excellence tell. Were her knee-flexes fevered? Cheers freshened her fever! Canoe: Ed McKeever: gold Ed (the Keel-less) McKeever swept the wet-strength speed-lever! Sailing: Ben Ainslie: gold Ben sets the breeze-wheedlers, lets the vent-vessels swell! Cycling road race: women: Liz Armitstead, silver Three ped’llers were med’llers, three wheelers sped free, (The rest were left helpless!) – they led, then extended, They stretched, the legs vehement, knees ever bended, The feet ever stressed: never rested, the three. Where the Green Belt meets Esher they wrestled, they revelled, They went where the Wey wends, flew fleetest, pressed best: Red deer never fleeter, wet streets never slewed them, They descended the metres, retrenched the green crest. Rowing: fours: gold Pete Reed, MBE: Defence tenners well spent: Three henchmen, the Henley bench-presses event. Eggs, shreds, eggs, beef, eggs: there’s the brekker he gets; Bench presses, leg presses, terse rests between sets. There’s three feller-crewmen. They’ve tested, he blew, men: biggest lungs ever: They’ve checked, they detect MCLX c.c.! 1,168 c.c. He exceeds even me, he’s ten tens percent deeper, They’ve never seen steeper! Pete Reed, MBE. Lawrence Clarke, 110m hurdles: fourth (heir to old baronetcy) The well-heeled leg extended, the chest between the knees: the presence never ended speeds yet the well-descended. Ye spectres! …Where were these? (Respect the gentle breed: less redness, when they bleed.) ...and A... Nicola Adams, boxing, 50kg, gold What a match, what a war, what a lass, what a day! Adams spars fast as Farr and has hands fast as Clay, - and Clay was a champ (wasn’t that at Atlanta? was Adams’s avatar fast Atalanta?) CanCan can’t abash Adams, champ CanCan (Cathay). All stand and clap Adams, call Adams! ya basha! Natasha Jonas Grand standards! (and that was a champ’s match, Natasha!) fourth CanCan’s back whacks that canvas! Cart CanCan away! What a star! Award Adams an astral Class A. Mo Farah 10,000m & 5,000m, two golds Farah ran fast, Farah ran far: at last, a star... coach a man, a plan, A. Salazar! All that gang sang: vast array, at hand, and far, far away: Farah’s fans afar. Luke Campbell, boxing, gold a bantam’s award: a class A star that had drawn Kanat, a Kazakh (Kazakhstan) and had a last hard blast at a Cavan man. Cycling: Bradley Wiggins gold, Mark Cavendish, Ian Stannard, Chris Froome bronze, David Millar What stars! Cav (a Manxman), Stannard and gang, and hard man Brad, hard tarmacadam man, man hard as adamant! – Brad, Mann am Fahrrad, flatpack swagman, man on bike Frank-land’s a grandstand that chants ‘Sans blag, man’, no kidding flat back, calf-stack, fastback hat, all that Mall and that Standard flag: a ragtag gang lags, can’t play tag. ...and Brad rang that sacral clang. he sounded a bell Anthony Joshua boxing, superheavyweight, gold A.J. star, class A, what a dab dab hand, had a jab jab jab at a vast man-mast, a man that had a yardarm spar and a vast hand-span: a manjack vast as Kazakhstan. Jon-Allan Butterworth, paralympic cycling, three silvers J.-Allan, RAF man, a man-at-arms at war, lay at Bagrám, at Afghan, at Afghan lands afar. A blast attack at Basra at Shatt-al-Arab’s strand attacks an RAF man and blasts away a hand. Natasha Baker on Cabral, paralympic equestrian, two golds Natasha, stalwart, calm and small, Natasha sat athwart Cabral, a gallant lass that can sashay avant, aback, aslant: (Cabral, dark bay!) and drank that chant: “Natasha, star! Cabral, stand tall!” and black mascara ran. Ellie Simmonds, paralympic swimming: 400m freestyle, 200m medley, & relay: two golds, silver, bronze A Walsall lass, small, small, swam a grand, grand crawl. Fans swarm and mass, stand and bawl! And swam all ways, fast blast! had a ball. Grand days! Alison Williamson, archery, at her sixth Olympics Alison, an archer, already at an astonishing age anticipated and also attended Atlanta, and attended again at Athens, achieving an award, an ancient amalgam, and Australia, and again, and again! - always advancing an arm and accurately aiming arrows. ... it is I... Tom Daley bronze High Diving British big bird (think: fishing! his instinct, his big skill, sights his fish, flings his bill, wins his fill) brings it, wings it, finishing third with skin-tight timing, thrilling skill, springing in swimming's limpid rill. High fiving! ...on to O... Cycling: Laura Trott, Sir Chris Hoy Trott’s from Bolton, Hoy’s Scots. Two gongs of gold, now, hotshot Trott’s. Hoy got two, too. Hoy’s got lots! Paralympic 100m, 200m wheels: Hannah Cockroft two golds ‘Whooosh! Gold for Cockroft’ – North Yorks Post (not) Cockroft’s from Yorks, from old wool towns, not North Yorks Moors, nor York, nor Wolds. Now, yon’s no robot! Worth two crowns, own motors zoom to scoop two golds. * Rhyme for a day of two golds and two medals in judo New kudos, the new medal-message: intone cante jondo! Two judos, Dujardin wins dressage, Jade Jones wins taekwondo! * JK’s Consonantal Straight Eleven A British Cyclist Defeats Everyone For Gold. Hurrah! It’s Jason Kenny! ...Envoi... So many more names, and wonders, I can’t record: Winning, or taking part, is its own reward… That’s all – I have dared, with too limp an excuse, To scrawl in the hall of Olympian Zeus.