Fustilarian
by wjw on October 11, 2015
Over on another Social Network, I was rejoicing that I’d written a sentence containing the phrase “fustilarian bellygods.”
This occasioned a deal of speculation about what my sentence actually was. I declined to answer, because I didn’t want to interrupt the flow of imagination that was going on.
And I thought I’d stimulate imagination here, by initiating another contest.
Write a sentence— or more than one, if you like— containing the phrase “fustilarian bellygods.” And of the various entries, I will pick a winner, who will receive the StoryBundle Philip K Dick Award collection, featuring eleven complete ebooks, including my own Knight Moves.
My decision concerning the winner will be arbitrary, prejudiced, and final.
Have fun!
And for those of you needing inspiration, I offer the following:
“Hudibras becomes the puritan bellygod par excellence:
Our knight did bear no less a pack
Of his own buttocks on his back.”
(And Urban, if you’re out there, send me your email so I can send your prize for winning the last contest.)
How oft the hero who smiles and nods
in youth, who lets young beauties stroke his pecs
and roars and shakes the blades and rods
at unpopular rogues and twists their necks
will, with age, retire from the honor squads
and replace the fight with strut and flex
and share table with these same fustilarian bellygods.
I honour and applaud the elegance of rushmc’s offering, but I think that for “fustilarian bellygods”, something more Falstaffian is in order. He who would worship at the altar of the fustilarian bellygods ought to call a few belches from the vasty deep.
Tardy with the tongue’s retort
Slow to follow swifter feet
Last to join in labour’s cause
But first at board, the fustilarian bellygods.
Anyway, when it comes to fustilarian, what I really like is Shakespeare’s continuation: “I’ll tickle your catastrophe!” (Yes, I know he means “rear end.” It still sounds great!)
Both excellent, and I feel that vasty deep belches were indeed called forth!
The winner, by a whisker, is rushmc.
And thanks for playing! May the fustilarian bellygods never find you on the road!
rushmc, please send me your email address so I can send you your codes!
The sale of the bundle only runs through Thursday, so time is of the essence.
I like it, Phil!
I have to confess that I was a little one-dimensional. I would have liked to capture more of the comic as well as the crude. And some of the fusty as well as the belly.
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