John Keats’ La Belle Dame Sans Merci -The Toast

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SOME GUY, KEATS PROBABLY: my god, sir knight
what has happened to you?
you look like some sort of lake without sedges
a sedgeless lake
if such a thing can even be imagined
no sedges on you
a sedgeless man

A KNIGHT, RUINED FROM SEX: i met a sex monster
it was awful
i got a fever from doing it

KEATS: I don’t think that’s a

A KNIGHT, RUINED FROM SEX: i met her in a seething sex-lawn

KEATS: the forest

A KNIGHT, RUINED FROM SEX: whatever
she sucked the roses right out of my face skin
and now my brow’s got lilies on it
sex is terrible but you have to have it all the time

KEATS: that’s not
you don’t have to have sex
at all
who told you that

SEX KNIGHT: she did me titviolence

KEATS: what is that

SEX KNIGHT: it’s of when you don’t want to have sex because on how it would ruin your life but you have to because sex isnt optional

KEATS: i
that’s not true

SEX KNIGHT: no it is true
even if you hate sex if you want to have it even a little you have to do it, so

KEATS: it sounds like maybe you wanted to sleep with her
even though you didn’t like her
it sounds like maybe that’s what happened

SEX KNIGHT: impossible
she magicked my leg-between parts
with her bitch wizardry
she sucked out my fever dew with her breast-mouths
and now I must die

KEATS: of what?

SEX KNIGHT: of
of
of her
cunt-bitchery

KEATS: I just don’t think I understand what it is you are dying of

SEX KNIGHT: UGH
OK
SO
I saw her in the fuck-garden where the leaf-dicks grow

KEATS: the forest

SEX KNIGHT: WHEREVER
and she had long hair so i gave her some bracelets i made

KEATS: sure

SEX KNIGHT: and then I started following her around because she looked at me like she loved me

KEATS: what does that look like

SEX KNIGHT: just that look
of like
“i can’t talk but i hope you follow me to my house and plow me up from my inside folded parts”
that some women give you

KEATS: did she say anything

SEX KNIGHT: no she just kept riding her horse and moaning a bunch

KEATS: so you gave some bracelets to a silent woman who looked at you and started wailing

SEX KNIGHT: well sometimes she sang

KEATS: what did she sing

SEX KNIGHT: oh definitely not any human words
who knows, honestly
she fed me some roots, idk what she gave me but i ate it for sure
then she said something that i have no idea what it was but it FELT like she was probably saying ‘I love you so much, come to my house and definitely kiss my eyeballs four times at least’

KEATS: so what happened then

SEX KNIGHT: i fell asleep

KEATS: then what happened

SEX KNIGHT: well I dreamed of what would happen if some pale guys were sad
they looked awful

KEATS: then what happened

SEX KNIGHT: I woke up

KEATS: and?

SEX KNIGHT: it was sort of cold out

KEATS: ok

SEX KNIGHT: and I was on the side of a hill

KEATS: right

SEX KNIGHT: the hill….was cold
so now it’s only a matter of time

KEATS: time for what

SEX KNIGHT: until I die

KEATS: okay but die of what though?

SEX KNIGHT: of
not getting it wet-edness
you can die of kissing just eyes and not getting to have sex with them you know

KEATS: you absolutely can’t do that

SEX KNIGHT: well tell that to how much I’m dying

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Oh god Keats,. He should've stuck to only dating urns.
This is literally my favourite poem ever and this is a so wrong and yet so right.
Why didn't the Toast exist when I was in school and had to read this and couldn't actually articulate why it was so annoying.
1 reply · active 475 weeks ago
Titviolence - New band name called it.
2 replies · active 475 weeks ago
How dare you make me almost choke on laughter this early on a Monday. I just got a promotion, I am supposed to be professional now, not dying over the intricacies of cunt wizardry.
4 replies · active 475 weeks ago
Listen to Keats being the voice of reason! Who would have thought he had it in him?
1 reply · active 475 weeks ago
I can't pick a favorite word here. There's just too much.
2 replies · active 475 weeks ago
Life goal: master the art of bitch-wizardry.
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HotDogKnight · 475 weeks ago

Long time reader, first time commenter.

Mallory, you have officially lost your god damn mind.
1 reply · active 475 weeks ago
I remember studying this poem in school, and like 'Keats' in this dialogue, being completely unable to figure what was going on. (This explains a lot, lol)
IT WAS THE SQUIRREL ALL ALONG. Classic Looney Tunes stragety: dress as maid, seduce knight, materialize giant hammer from nowhere, BONK, steal grain.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and pale beneath the oaks,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And that's all folks.
oh my god, oh my GOD, i want to watch this as a skit
I mean it *could* be a metaphor for tuberculosis (or syphilis, I guess) but 'bitch-wizardry' is clearly better.
some text
2 replies · active 475 weeks ago
I very recently JUST used the first four lines ("what pales thee...") from La Belle Blah Blah on my Instagram account "My Dog, My Laundry, Myself. The Dog is looking very pale on my bed with a fleece top and definitely no birds are singing.
more dick witchery! I wonder if Rand thought of herself as la belle dame sans merci
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This seems like a safe place to admit that I spent my Friday night alone at home giggling over this other piece, which rewrites "La Belle Dame" in the language of a cauliflower recipe (& vice versa): http://waste.typepad.com/waste/2014/02/cauliflowe...

My weekend has been bookended by "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" parodies.
5 replies · active 475 weeks ago
AND SHE NEVER EVEN THANKED ME.
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cloverleaf · 475 weeks ago

I've been reading horrible news about Trump and elections and horribleness all morning and on the verge of tears due to hatred and vitriol and racism but now I'm on the verge of tears because LULZ. So thank you, Mallory, for existing and for this and basically everything else you do. You win.
Made my whole Monday worthwhile.
"she sucked the roses right out of my face skin
and now my brow’s got lilies on it
sex is terrible but you have to have it all the time"
Keats, MGTOW.
Also, I have a stomach bug or the flu, and I may or may not have said something semantically equal to " well tell that to how much I’m dying" when my roommate gently told me that my temporary delusion that I had Ebola was a bit dramatic.
1 reply · active 475 weeks ago
Oh my goodness.

"SEX KNIGHT: well I dreamed of what would happen if some pale guys were sad
they looked awful"

That's where I lost it, haaaaaaa! I know this poem so well (from Ian Bostridge singing it) and just, A+, have an honorary degree for scholarly studies or something.
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There's a jokey letter in which Keats explains why he wrote "with kisses four" instead of some other number, and I can't remember but he says something like "well suppose I had written 'kisses seven,' then it would have come out to three and a half kisses per eye instead of two." KEATS. I still love him, after all these years.

Also, I had somehow never thought of this poem as being a metaphor for VD, but I'm pretty sure that knight's picked up a case of syphilis or something. Or else maybe she poisoned him with those roots? He admits he has no idea what she said to him, after all. It could have been "Stop following me around or I'll poison you to death."
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drlemaster · 475 weeks ago

I really want Keats to relate this story to the two monks, so they can try to draw it. But, alas, Mallory is limited to the actual western canon when she makes fun of the western canon. Plus that would probably be anachronistic for Keats and the two monks to know each other.
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Can't be the only one here who in high school was mooning slash moaning about "she looked at me as she did love" about the straight girl I was hopelessly unrequitedly in love with, right?
"Also she stole my kidney."
"she magicked my leg-between parts
with her bitch wizardry"

I may need this as my epitaph.
not getting it wet-edness

Glad to see you got to use this line, after Slate cruelly denied it from Prudence.
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Now, it's been a few years since I studied this poem, but isn't this exactly how it went down?
If you've gone to the trouble of re-reading this Keats, then I hope you will hop over here and read some James Tiptree titled "And I Awoke and Found Me Here on the Cold Hill’s Side."
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Lobsterphone · 475 weeks ago

Mallory, you're reaching Jabberwocky levels of wordiness now...oh man, I just realised I'm moments away from turning into the college student who wrote to Prudie about her tattoos of her professor's quotes.
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how many freaking times do we have to warn people? if a faery offers you food you DO NOT EAT IT.

kids these days, taking enchanted candy from strangers and listening to loud music...
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i expected to enjoy this but for some reason it freaked me out.

"SEX KNIGHT: just that look
of like
'i can’t talk but i hope you follow me to my house and plow me up from my inside folded parts'
that some women give you"

maybe i read it too soon after the link roundup with the RoK thing
bitch wizardry
I CALL BAND NAME

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