On the BBC's famous and perennial
radio programme, each 'castaway' is
(willy-nilly) given 'The Bible and Shakespeare'
to help fill in the time on Svalbard, Diego Garcia,
Quemoy, Bikini or the Falklands...Skellig Michael
or, more verdantly, the Isle of Man.
I would want neither. Shakespeare seems to me
impenetrable with his mostly-insane characters
and their intoxicating mix of words,
while the Bible (a rather less luscious verbal pile)
is so crudely comic-strip and unpoetic
(except for Psalms and some fine short stories
here and there) that most of it would be most suitable
to light the fire or wipe my diarrhœic
arse if there were no foliage available.
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