This would be my third-favorite show

Geoffrey Chaucer is back on his blog after a hiatus almost as long as Lost‘s, with a comment on the television writers’ strike. He proposes some shows of his own which sound a tad familiar, perhaps – but in literature, what is wholly new? And the first proposal in particular is oh so tempting:

Sectes in the Borough: This hot and explicit showe wil handle religious dissent yn a more free and open way than evere bifor. Carrie Baxter is an underground writer of Lollard tractes in Norwich and the oonly thynge she loveth moore than questioning the validitie of the institucional church is her III best freendes: sexie Samantha, who seduceth many a preeste, intellectuale Charlotte, who speketh out ayeinst women being unable to preche, and Miranda Kempe, who receiveth visiouns from God. Thei meet every week to rede of the Bible in Ynglisshe and talke smacke about pilgrymage sites. Carrie is alwey resistinge the temptaciouns to submit to the orthodoxie of the Church, personifyed by Archbishop Thomas Arundel, whom she clepeth “Mr. Big.” (Paraventure for a cabel network, by cause main-streme audiences aren not redi for frank depicciouns of heretical practice?)

Cashmere Mafia begone! What could a heretical city girl enjoy more, than talking smack about pilgrimage sites? (If “pilgrimage sites” means “happy hour venues,” and I think it must, I did that every day last week!)

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2 Responses to This would be my third-favorite show

  1. mdvlist says:

    That made me laugh aloud, which I haven’t done in a long time– and I’ve never even seen an episode “Sex and the City!”

  2. Pedro Castillo says:

    Dear Jessica Frivolity,
    I found it very funny, style and tone were convincing, it is an admirable paragraph, well blending archaisms and the predictable way american tv is published. Anyhow, among the last laughs it caused a certain question reached my mind: Is there any guilt in heart of the person who made this vile personification of the medevial taleteller? though I did not understand the Sex and the City joke, for I barely have seen one episode of it, it seems to me that they would not be the type of characters Mr. Chaucer would be willing to impersonate. Every human in her humour, if you fancy. Your artwork is lovely, Jessica, if I did see your mail anywhere in this blog I would like to write and be less generic. Unlickily, this is not the space for that. Anyway, the suggestive bond you trace between art and biology is indeed healthy for both sides, no sleeve-sneezing I hope. Though I still cannot decide which is greater, if my love for Art or my love for Nature; I thought your work would perhaps clear me something but it left more undecided. Please forgive my English, it is not my tongue.

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