friday feast: tea for two and three

“Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage.” ~ Catherine Douzel

Sip and stay awhile.

Happy Poetry Friday!

We’re serving tea and treats today to celebrate National Hot Tea Month. Please help yourself to a cup of PG Tips, Twinings Darjeeling, or Republic of Tea’s Green Rooibos, along with a fruit tart or cupcake. (If you say, “I love poetry” three times, you may have both.)

 

Nothing like a good cup of tea to restore calm and tranquility, to enhance a moment of solitude and sweeten reflection. When shared, this wondrous beverage can engender the most “civilized” of conversations, a call to best behavior even when ennui or disaffection is brewing beneath the surface.

For your sipping pleasure, two poems steeped in the drama of relationships. Each cup a world unto its own with universal truth and the delicious wonderment of “what happens next?”stirred in.

 

IN A BATH TEASHOP
by John Betjeman

“Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another — 
Let us hold hands and look.”
She, such a very ordinary little woman;
He, such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop’s ingle-nook. 

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“Five O’Clock Tea” by Mary Cassatt (oil on canvas, 1880)

AT TEA
by Thomas Hardy 

The kettle descants in a cosy drone,
And the young wife looks in her husband’s face,
And then at her guest’s, and shows in her own
Her sense that she fills an envied place;
And the visiting lady is all abloom,
And says there was never so sweet a room.

And the happy young housewife does not know
That the woman beside her was first his choice,
Till the fates ordained it could not be so. …
Betraying nothing in look or voice
The guest sits smiling and sips her tea,
And he throws her a stray glance yearningly.

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Oh, what tangled webs we weave . . .

These poetic vignettes contain the seeds for full length novels. Tidy and unobtrusive, these interesting studies in compression invite us to delve and deliberate, teasing our senses. As Henry Fielding once wrote, “Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.” Poetry seems the ideal vessel for such titillating refreshment.

What drama will unfold with your next cup of tea?

♥ Jim is hosting today’s Poetry Friday Roundup at Hey, Jim Hill! Please take him an extra fruit tart and enjoy all the poetic goodies being shared in the blogosphere this week.

This post is also being linked to Beth Fish Read’s Weekend Cooking, which is open to anyone who has a food-related post to share (novel, nonfiction, cookbook, movie reviews, recipes, quotes, random thoughts, etc.).

 

 

“The mere chink of cups and saucers tunes the mind to happy repose.” ~ George Gissing (The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft)

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Copyright © 2012 Jama Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights reserved.


			

friday feast: upper crust picnic


Anthony Andrews as Lord Sebastian Flyte, Jeremy Irons as Charles Ryder, and Aloysius

I’m simply over the moon that you could join me today, the last Poetry Friday of the July-August Teddy Bear and Friends Picnic. It’s the perfect time to salute Aloysius, the bear who appeared in the 1981 BBC television series, Brideshead Revisited, based on the novel by Evelyn Waugh.

As I mentioned in this post, seeing Aloysius prompted me to start collecting bears. I think it was the first time I realized that many adults still have their childhood teddies, and it’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of!

Waugh based Aloysius on Archibald Ormsby-Gore (Archie), the real-life bear of poet, writer, and broadcaster, Sir John Betjeman, a friend at Oxford. Betjeman (tutored by C.S. Lewis), took Archie along to Oxford in the 1920’s, and died with him in his arms in 1984.

Archie has been described as being decidedly Protestant or Baptist, with strict moral codes, opposed to drinking and smoking. It’s a good thing somebear was of a responsible ilk, since Betjeman, apparently, was somewhat of a bounder.

The bear used in the series belonged to famous British teddy bear enthusiast and actor, Peter Bull, who initially named him Delicatessen. Seems Delicatessen spent his first 50 years on a grocery store shelf in Maine before its owner sent him to Bull for safekeeping. So the famous bear who starred in this very British series was an American, a 1907 Ideal Novelty & Toy Co. bear, to be precise, who changed his name to Aloysius, garnered international fame, and now resides in a museum near Oxford.

All this talk of England makes me want to watch the series, one of my all-time favorites, once again. I remember visiting Oxford in the late 70’s; the dreamy spires were magnificent, and just breathing the air made me feel smarter. In the world of Brideshead Revisited, the idle rich seem unhappily thwarted by Catholic guilt, and there is Aloysius, a symbol of Lord Sebastian Flyte’s refusal to grow up.

In the opening scene, Sebastian invites Charles Ryder to lunch in his rooms at Christ Church College (YouTube version here). There is lots of champagne, plover eggs in a mossy nest, and lobster thermidor. At one point, one of Sebastian’s guests, Anthony Blanche, recites from T.S.Eliot’s The Waste Land (thought to be shocking at the time) through a megaphone. This is based on a true incident enacted by future art critic Harold Acton, who wished to “excite rage in the hearts of Philistines.”

Exploring hands encounter no defence;
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)

*Fans self*

Today, let’s celebrate innocence in the midst of decadence. Just for you, I’m pulling out all the stops — lobster rolls, champagne, and John Betjeman’s poem about his beloved Archie.


Here’s to poetry, friends, good health and good writing!


Doesn’t this look scrumptious? Great recipe here.

Nothing left to do now, but close your eyes and think of England. Pip pip!

(Sorry, my plover wouldn’t lay for me.)

 

ARCHIBALD
by John Betjeman

The bear that sits above my bed
A doleful bear he is to see;
From out his drooping pear-shaped head
His woollen eyes look into me.
He has no mouth, but seems to say:
‘They’ll burn you on the Judgement Day.’

Those woollen eyes, the things they’ve seen
Those flannel ears, the things they’ve heard —
Among horse-chestnut fans of green,
The fluting of an April bird,
And quarrelling downstairs until
Doors slammed at Thirty One West Hill.

(Rest is here, scroll down for poem.)


Let’s hear it for teddies!!        

Bearly believable Poetry Friday Roundup can be found at Big A little a.

**Bonus video: Sebastian and Charles here, with great shots of Aloysius. How wonderful to drift down the river with a picnic lunch and champagne!

Lobster Roll photo posted in accordance with Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 License.