[1081] The Dilettante: A Modern Type

He scribbles some in prose and verse,
    And now and then he prints it;
He paints a little,--gathers some
    Of Nature's gold and mints it.

He plays a little, sings a song,
    Acts tragic roles or funny;
He does, because his love is strong,
    But not, oh, not for money!

He studies almost everything
    From social art to science;
A thirsty mind, a flowing spring,
    Demand and swift compliance.

He looms above the sordid crowd,
    At least through friendly lenses;
While his mama looks pleased and proud,
    And kindly pays expenses.

	-- Paul Laurence Dunbar

If poets are observers of the human condition, it is unsurprising that they
often turn a critical eye upon some of its more pretentious specimens.
Indeed, setting up a figure for the sole purpose of puncturing it seems to be
a popular pastime among the more acid sort of poet - and a welcome one,
having given us gems like Parker's "Epitaph for a Darling Lady" and Bierce's
"Rimer".

Today's poem is a fine example of the genre. While Dunbar doesn't exhibit the
sparkling acid wit of Bierce or Parker, his gentler style nonetheless leaves
room for sly asides like "but not, of course, for money", and, of course, the
well-timed and delivered punchline. In the end, we get the familiar thrill of
seeing a poet address a common annoyance, and say the things we'd like to in a
way we cannot.

martin

Links:

There's a biography of Dunbar at
  http://scriptorium.lib.duke.edu/sgo/texts/dunbar2.html

Dunbar has been sadly unrepresented on Minstrels (something that shall
definitely change), but there's a collection of his works up at
  http://www.libraries.wright.edu/dunbar/

[this poem is archived, accessible and awaiting your comments at]
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1081.html