The Raven

[wertoi]

 The Raven

[rotta]

rett og slett fabelaktig.

[M_Stuff]

Fantastisk, mitt favorittdikt fra den første gangen jeg leste det.

Edgar Allen Poe levde fra 1809 til 1849, og det er vel dette diktet han er mest kjent for. Han var vel en av dem som førte ravnen inn i fantasy-sjangeren som mystikkens vesen og ofte også mørkets og sorgens budbringer...

[Eyden]

Jepp, hadde deler av The Raven som signatur her på forumet en god stund. Et kjempebra dikt med en helt spesiell atmosfære. Har hørt det lest av James Earl Jones en gang(stemmen til Darth Vader), og det ble utrolig tøft!

[Karete]

Ã…hh, som jeg elsker Edgar Allan Poe

[Corvus]

*elske* siden nicket mitt faktisk betyr ''The Raven'' måtte jeg bare svare her! Edgar Allan Poe er genial!!

[Asfrith]

Engelsk er og blir genialt... "quoth" er et hyperartig ord!

Meg like dette dikt!

[Asfrith]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pron surfed, weak and weary
Over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'.
While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour,
" 'Tis not possible!", i muttered, " give me back my free hardcore!".....
Quoth the server, 404.

[Zylfia]

[mathianus]

[wertoi]

Christopher Walken har lest dette diktet for en eller annen lydbok. Kan lastes ned på Limewire e.l, anbefales

[Zatharee]

En til The Raven-parodi de fleste burde kunne kjenne seg igjen i:

Abort, Retry, Ignore

Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave not token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And there I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will be one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

[Zatharee]

Det finnes visst mange av disse:


Once upon a Google query, while my browser, sleek yet bleary,
Over many a faint or furious website I have stole and stored --
While I plundered, neatly stacking, suddenly a beep for tracking,
As of some one rudely cracking, cracking through my cyber door!
"So they found them," this I muttered, "hacking through my cyber door --
Raven Parodies galore."

Oh, that weak link, I remember, thought I fixed it in November!
Now each verse, each darling member, sought and hosted here before,
Will be vanquished on the morrow -- plainly I just bought my sorrow,
Wasting time on rhymes to "borrow" -- borrow, yes, forevermore! --
For these wry and whimsical poems, stocked and stored within my hoard --
Countless here, or maybe more!

http://www.joot.com/dave/writings/raven/

[Zatharee]

Er det noen her som i likhet med meg leste Dragonlance-bokene i sin ungdom?

I så fall bør denne the Raven-parodien om et typisk møte mellom Raistlin og Tasslehoff falle i smak!

THE KENDER

Once upon a morning Lightful
While I pondered, mildly spiteful,
Over what had happened in the darkness of the night before.
While I wondered, still in grieving,
If I really was perceiving,
This small being who wasn't leaving! Wasn't budging from my door!
This small man who said he'd come here,
Come to me from Kendermore!

Ah, (the thought of it runs sour!)
It was in the midnight hour,
And my books of Immortal power lay in order on the floor.
Suddenly a panic took me
Something deep inside me shook me
As I raced to find the book -- Where was Spellbook Volume 4???
Of that mage, Fistandantilus, whom this world will see no more!?!!
Where was his forgotten lore!?!!

Suddenly the chaos ended.
Logic anarchy amended.
Reasoning my soul befriended, and I knew its place once more!
'Neath my desk, I found my "guest."
A frightful figure was this pest.
All draped in pouches waist to chest -- a top knot on his head he wore!
"'Tis a Kender here!" I stuttered, eyeing all my books of lore.
Here he smiled and did no more.

In his hand, he held the tome --
Holding it as if his own.
Peering through its contents though he could not read the runes it bore.
Runes that drove the sanest mad!!!
Icy binds to burn the hand!!!
Yet he held it calmly and with out a tinge of fear or pain or more.
Sitting, smiling with this book no mortal could behold before.
Save for me, but I am more....

Then suddenly the creature spoke,
Not meaning to harm or provoke,
"Hi Raistlin!" said this Kender as he got up off my chamber floor.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE MY BOOK!" I cried!
"I found it here!" He then replied,
"You must have lost it!" (then with pride) "I was going to put in your
drawer!"
How many things have I possessed that he has "found" I am not sure,
Possibly, a hundred score!

"Kender!" I cried! "Leave this dwelling!"
I could feel my temper swelling.
"Take thy hand from out my pouch, and lead thyself out yonder door."
Never budging and yet smiling!
Face so innocent yet beguiling!!
INSULT UPON INJURY PILING!!! COULD NOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!
"Leave by foot or leave by spell! I do not care which anymore!"
(But he ne'er heard a word I swore!)

So I began to chant the spell
To bid our friend a fond farewell,
And banish him to the Abyss or someplace filled with more terror.
His ears perked up as did his heart
I realized with half a start,
Where e'er I sent him -- what dark part -- would be a treat to this
traveller.
This Kender who feared not the spell would find a treat in Hades' shore.
Back was I where I was before!

I realized that he was fond
Of "whooshing" into my duck pond.
And even fiery mountains sent no shivers through his Kender core.
But treasures.... hmmm there was a plan!
And so I, for this little man,
Produced a bauble in my hand to give to Tas. Thus to insure
That he would never journey back to waltz across my chamber door.
He'd return nevermore!

What I gave, I could not say
'T'was something I had thrown away.
But that small bauble made his day! He promised my he even swore!


Still...


I have trouble to no ends
I have to deel with ALL his friends
So Kenders will be haunting me, and Kenders haunt
FOREVERMORE!

Meh. Beklager at jeg spammer forumet, men det er fantastisk mange gode og elendige The Raven-parodier der ute!

[Zatharee]

okay. Denne er den siste. Kunne ikke dy meg.

Noen som husker de herlige loony tunes tegnefilmene med Buggs Bunny og Elmer J. Fudd? Her er en The Raven-parodi basert på dem!

The Wabbit

Once when I was hunting wabbits, whiwe I wandewed, twowwing cawwots,
Chasing onwy a fast and fuwious wabbit wif a wotten cowe
Whiwe I pwodded, neawwy cwapping, suddenwy thewe came a yapping,
Must be that un-godwy wabbit, yapping 'cwoss the fowest fwoow.
"It's the wa..wa...wa... I stuttewed, yapping 'cwoss the fowest fwoow

"What's up doc?"...and nothing mowe

Ah, instinctwy I wemembewed, how I pwanned his bweak dismembew,
As the thought of fwying wabbit made my taste buds dwoow some mowe.
Eagewwy I stawt the fiwe, cooking him's my gweat desiwe,
Ah, the dwipping gwease of wabbit, wabbit that I've chased befowe.
Fow some wawe and succuwent wabbit, though the chase has been a chowe...

Dinking this, the fiwe woaws

Dat the wabbit's mad I'm cewtain, when I bwast him he'ww be huwting,
Fiww me...fiww me wif fantastic wabbit nevew cooked befowe.
Soon now his heawt won't be beating, on the spit he wiww be heating,
'Tis some wabbit I'ww be eating soon upon the fowest fwoow.
Just some tasty wabbit eating wight hewe on the fowest fwoow.

Just some wabbit...nothing mowe

Pwesentwy my pwan gwew stwongew, sawivating wif such hungew,
"Siw", said I, "Ow wabbit", wouwd you wike some dinnew?" I impwowe.
But the fact is I was twapping, oh so sneaky I was twapping,
Den I faintwy heawd his yapping, yapping thwough the fowest fwoow
Dough I wasn't suwe I heawd him, toss the cawwots on the fwoow

Hewe's some cawwots. (Oh, dat scwewy wabbit! )..yes, they'we youws

Out into the fowest peewing, wong I stood thewe, dwoowing, stawing
Hoping, hatching schemes no fweaking wabbit evew dweamed befowe.
But the cawwots sat untaken, did the wabbit know I'm fakin'?
And the onwy wowds now spoken wewe the wowds that I depwowe.
Just a whispew, but the echo echoed back what I depwowe.

"What's up Doc?"...and nothing mowe

I bwast into the fowest bwindwy, to his taunts I don't take kindwy,
Maybe I just need some bait that's somewhat diffewent than befowe
Suwewy, said I, if I show up, wif a wabbit doww I bwow up,
Dwess hew up in sexy make up, this the wabbit wiww expwowe.

He's a wabbit...say no mowe

Dewe, just hanging in my cwoset, wike a wabbit-y Fawwah Fawcett,
In thewe was a shapewy wabbit, just a pwastic bwow up whowe
Fwiends have asked me why I bought it, cause it's cweaw that I have pawed it
"What's a sexy wabbit wady doing on youw bedwoom fwoow?"
"Seawching fow a wascawwy wabbit, wight hewe on my bedwoom fwoow.

Hoping that he twies to scowe

Den just suddenwy I heawd knocking, then my fancy doow unwocking,
In she dwifts so bwonde and shocking, in the wow-cut dwess she wowe.
Dough hew cweft is shown and shaven, "WOW" I said, stawt misbehavin',
Shapewy twim, I ain't just wavin', swobbewing ovew statewy whowe.
Teww me, what is Twacy Wowds now doing on my bedwoom fwoow?

Qwof the wabbit..."She's a whowe"

AAAUGH! I stawtwed, puww my pants up, hadn't heawd the wabbit pwance up,
Den my antsy wittwe weenie, caught in zippew, it now towe.
And the wabbit stood thewe smiwking, wif a camewa he'd been wuwking,
Wascawwy wabbit set a camewa wight above my bedwoom doow.
Bwasted wabbit had insuwance...pictuwes of me and the whowe

Now I chase him ....Nevewmowe