Written for
nightdog_barks and
bironic who did it first, and better, with Wilson and SGA's Rodney. 255 words. Concrit very welcome.
Thirteen Ways House Looks at the World
A reimagining of Thirteen Ways of Looking At A Blackbird, by the American poet Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955).
I
Among twenty fledgling med students,
The only moving thing
Was Cuddy's... mouth.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a differential
In which there are three in altercation.
III
Thick eyebrows lifted above eyes of brown.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and his symptoms
Are one.
A man and his symptoms and the deceptions that obfuscate them
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The power of inflections
Or the power of innuendoes,
The moment of my whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of my companion
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O gullible patients of Clinic,
Why do you imagine grand illnesses?
Do you not see how the sniffliest of children
Linger around the feet
Of the parents about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That my begetter is involved
In what I know.
IX
When Stacy flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of fellows
Striding in an orange light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over New Jersey
On a so-called deathtrap.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his Honda
For a hell-bent flatfoot.
XII
Her mouth is moving.
The patient must be lying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
House sat
Behind a wall of slow-moving glass.
Thirteen Ways House Looks at the World
A reimagining of Thirteen Ways of Looking At A Blackbird, by the American poet Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955).
I
Among twenty fledgling med students,
The only moving thing
Was Cuddy's... mouth.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a differential
In which there are three in altercation.
III
Thick eyebrows lifted above eyes of brown.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and his symptoms
Are one.
A man and his symptoms and the deceptions that obfuscate them
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The power of inflections
Or the power of innuendoes,
The moment of my whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of my companion
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O gullible patients of Clinic,
Why do you imagine grand illnesses?
Do you not see how the sniffliest of children
Linger around the feet
Of the parents about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That my begetter is involved
In what I know.
IX
When Stacy flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of fellows
Striding in an orange light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over New Jersey
On a so-called deathtrap.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his Honda
For a hell-bent flatfoot.
XII
Her mouth is moving.
The patient must be lying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
House sat
Behind a wall of slow-moving glass.
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Date: 2008-04-03 02:27 pm (UTC)I think my favorites here are I, IV, XII and XIII--the last because it invoked the image of House hiding behind one of those water-sculpture things.
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Date: 2008-04-03 04:06 pm (UTC)XII is an old joke but it just fit so well with the original XII and with House. : ) It's maybe too close to IV in theme, but then again it's House's world view, so maybe not surprising that it came up more than once.
I also couldn't resist the dig on the horrible lighting schema of the pilot episode in X. Heh.
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Date: 2008-04-03 04:15 pm (UTC)Tell me what you think VIII and XIII are about. Nightdog's already provided a different interpretation than what I'd first had.
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Date: 2008-04-03 05:39 pm (UTC)VIII – House's facility for language or articulate/incisive speech ("noble accents"), and his facility with musical instruments and/or his post-infarction limp ("rhythms"), are due in part to (or in the case of the limp, a source of contention with), no matter how much he'd prefer to ignore it, his father.
XIII - the "wall of slow-moving glass" separates House from the world around him while he can still observe it (because the wall is transparent), just the way he'd like it. There's probably something else to unpack in the fact that glass does flow, so slowly, with time – perhaps that House is changing, imperceptibly, year by year, though he might not notice?
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Date: 2008-04-04 01:28 am (UTC)For XIII, Perspi thought of the water sculptures around PPTH, which are cool. I meant it as you said it -- that House observes but still feels separate, and he knows obscure things like the fact that glass actually moves. As you said, it can also be a symbol of how House is changing slowly.
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Date: 2008-04-03 03:45 pm (UTC)I'm not quite sure who the "begetter" of VIII is, but I still like it. :-)
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Date: 2008-04-03 04:00 pm (UTC)"Begetter" is an odd synonym for father. There weren't that many to choose from that show the distance House feels from the man, so I went with that. My thinking was that segment could be House looking back on all the travels of his childhood, how exciting the different languages and cultures were, and that it wouldn't have happened without his father, which leads to a strange, conflicted gratitude.
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Date: 2008-04-03 04:03 pm (UTC)After a bit that's who I thought you meant. At first I thought you might have been being meta and were referring to David Shore.
*g*
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Date: 2008-04-03 08:49 pm (UTC)*encourages MOAR*
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Date: 2008-04-04 08:26 am (UTC)I love XIII; it's so very atmospheric.
These 13 things are wonderful!
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Date: 2008-04-08 12:49 am (UTC)This is so inspiring. Now I want to dig out my favorite poems and try something. William Carlos Williams, maybe?
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Date: 2008-04-08 07:04 pm (UTC)The beauty and flow of your language continually astonishes.
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Date: 2008-04-08 08:56 pm (UTC)I just spent a day and a half trying and failing to write haiku. D: It's no easy task to alter a base.
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