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Showing posts with label pirates. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pirates. Show all posts

Saturday, 22 September 2012

To His Coy (Pirate) Mistress

00:00:00 Posted by Ashley Lister , , 2 comments

 By Ashley Lister

 Because we’re discussing poetry and pirates, I thought I would pirate a poem. This used to be To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell. Now it’s To His Coy (Pirate) Mistress. Please note that the words in brackets need to be read in a strong pirate accent.

Had we but world enough, and time, (me hearties)
This coyness, (matey), were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way (anchor)
To walk (the plank), and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the (Jolly Roger’s) side (ye scallywag)
Shouldst (pieces of eight) find; I by the tide
Of Humber (aaarghhh) would complain (like a scurvy dog). I would
Love you ten years (up the poop deck) before the Flood;
And you should, (hornswaggle) if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews. (And a bottle of rum).
My vegetable love (cock) should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow. (Yo-ho-ho).

I refrained from going any further with this piece for fear of upsetting any delicate landlubbers.

Friday, 21 September 2012

Pirates are bad people mmmmkay?


Arrrrr. The only form of piracy not covered this week I think is internet piracy. I have no desire to get into a debate about that really, that sounds like no fun at all.

Pirates are not as threatening as they used to be are they though? They are comical little characters who shout “Arrr, me hearties” a lot and carry parrots on their shoulders. I’m sure those who have been robbed by genuine pirates in the past few years can vouch for the fact that they are actually scary ruthless criminals. Who will kill you if they need to. They might not make you walk the plank but they might stab you. Or shoot you.
 Like highwaymen they have become romanticised and caricatures of what they once were. They are the stuff of children’s books. Children dress up in pirate costumes. Would you let a 5 year old dress up as Fred West? I probably would for a laugh but most people wouldn’t, it’s a bit weird. But they think nothing of popping an eye patch on them and encouraging them to wield a cutlass. Which is actually a really big sharp knife for cutting people with. And making them dead.

I remember a film from when I was a lot younger called The Fog. I think it was written by Stephen King. It was obviously quite scary. The fog would descend on a seaside village and with it brought death to anyone caught in it. And guess what was in the Fog we find out near the end? Pirates. Scary ones, proper villainous murderous pirates who cut people to bits. Bring back the scary ones please.

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

Patches, Parrots and 'Arrrs'



On Sunday, as I was drawing with my three-year-old nephew, he asked if I could draw him a boat. As I was colouring in the hull, he instructed that I needed to add a sail and a scary flag.
He then put my drawing skills to the test by asking for the inclusion of a pirate, which according to Joshy had to have a hat, a patch and a parrot. As I attempted to draw out his requests in thick Crayola felt tip pens, I asked if he could make up a story about pirates (sneakily thinking I could get Josh to unwittingly write this blog post). I started him off with the classic and culturally ingrained ‘Once upon a time...’

Once upon a time, there were dinosaurs that roared loudly. Scary, roaring dinosaurs. They chased the pirates away. The pirates ran back to their boat and sailed away from the dinosaurs. They went to an island to find treasure, gold treasure. They had a key. When they used the key – ‘POP!’ – because there was a Jack-in-the-box hidden inside. Then the cavemen came and took the pirates underpants and then took them to the dinosaurs. And the dinosaurs wore them and roared because they were happy. The end.

Anyone who regularly reads books to children will be able to see that Josh’s story has been greatly influenced by a specific children’s book, Dinosaurs Love Underpants. This book, along with others, have formed part of Josh’s current knowledge of a world he’s still learning and trying to understand. At the minute, for him, his favourite books (full of imagination) are just as real and valid as concrete objects or authenticated facts.

From both what Josh asked me to draw and from the story he told, it is clear that Josh has managed to acquire the same stereotypical depiction of a pirate as would be held by most adults. However, where we perhaps just accept this stereotyped view of a pirate, Josh is presently in a ‘why?’ phase – questioning everything and looking for answers. And it got me thinking: is this view of pirates derived from reality or has it been constructed overtime by fictional works (such as Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island and J. M. Barrie’s Peter Pan) and subsequently reinforced via the medium of film?

So what was based on reality and what has been made up?

Did pirates really have pet parrots?
Exotic pets were certainly popular amongst sailors, if for no other reason than the high price they could command in the European markets, and parrots were especially popular, perhaps because they could be taught to talk. Several probate inventories of the late seventeenth and early eighteenth centuries list parrots or parrot cages amongst the possessions of seamen, but most importantly perhaps is the description of parrots to be found in William Dampier's journal of his circumnavigation in which he describes the parrots of Campeachy Bay as "yellow and red, very coarsely mixed; and they would prate [talk] very prettily…"

Did pirates really wear eye patches ?
There is one theory that the eye patch was worn over one eye so the pirate could move between the darkness of below-deck to the brightness of topside without waiting for the eyes to adjust.
Another theory: the eye patch stereotype predates the "Golden Age of Piracy" by some 200 years. Up until the 1500s one of the key tools of maritime navigation was the cross staff, which required the navigator to look directly into the sun at high noon. This led to a lot of sailor/navigators who were partially blind in one eye. After significant sight loss, many would likely have taken to wearing an eyepatch over the afflicted eye. By the 1500s other tools like the back staff had been invented which eliminated the need to look directly into the sun, but by then the sailor/eyepatch image had made its way into public consciousness.

Did pirates really say ‘Arrr’?
Most scholars think English-speaking Golden Age pirates spoke exactly the same as English-speaking merchant sailors of the time, since large numbers in both groups tended to be from riverfront neighborhoods around London, he said.
Many of the phrases that most people think of as pirate speech today can actually be traced back to the 1950s Disney movie Treasure Island, starring Robert Newton as fictional pirate Long John Silver (hear Newton as Silver).

Thank you for reading,
Lara

Monday, 17 September 2012

Pirates: A Cautionary Tale

This week on the blog, we'll be looking at the theme of Pirates. Looting, pillaging, drinking, dancing pirates- and I don't just mean the population of Manchester, which has been crowned illegal download capital of the UK. They know how to party there.

Apologies for the slightly late post: I decided to write a poem, based loosely on an experience from childhood. Those family holidays were well spent, let me tell you. Enjoy.


Pirates!

If you should find yourself ashore
an island divided in the Med
Take heed a Traveller's warning
Beware the one eyed head.

From the street, quick split our group was lifted
Set to sail on crowded deck
A land of golden sunrise promised
Free drinks provided until sunset.

Into a galleon bar we swayed
Our glasses over flowing with brew
The children were rounded around an old baise
Topped with the dullest of jewels.

Then in swooped the man with the motive
The ship's mate with swashbuckling pen
Bright pinbadge, sharp brochure, a real Mr Suave
Peddling his wares there and then.

We began to fear this was an ambush
Our captors it seemed, hearing no end
And the captain who steered home the one final push
Was an eyepatched old seaman called Ken.

These days Ken said he preferred finance
No danger, he said, no loose cannons,
Much rather a veranda with such red evening views
Drinking rum with a view to being hammered.

By sundown conversation had petered
Reluctantly, Ken let us go
Said he'd broken the rules he'd knocked so much off
No such offers in all Limassol.

So stand firm should they ever approach you
Selling timeshares and other such scams
I assure you, you'll lose a full day of your trip
Before taxiing home, head in hand.




Thanks for reading,
S