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"Thus we are zealous in Matters of small Moment, while we neglect those those of highest Importance."
- Jonathan Swift, "An Examination of Certain Abuses, Corruptions, and Enormities"
Vol 8 of my Penguin Little Black Classics Box Set. It contains a couple small tracts, as well as a poem and a couple larger satirical essays:
1. Meditation on a Broomstick - 1711/Satire
2. A Description of a City-Shower - 1710/Poem
3. A Short View of the State of Ireland - 1727/Pamphlet
4. A Modest Proposal - 1729/Satire
5. An Examination of Certain Abuses, Corruptions, and Enormities - 1732/Satire
It is hard to not think of Swift when I read the Onion, or McSweeney's, or variations and complications of political satire. He was the master we all look towards, even if we don't know it. I remember being surprised to find myself accidentally in front of his grave inside St. Patrick's Cathedral in Dublin. Felt ropes keep the dirty masses from tramping over the Godfather of Satire, marked with this poem:
'Here is laid the body of
Jonathan Swift, Doctor of Divinity,
Dean of this cathedral Church,
Where fierce indignation can no longer
Rend his heart.
Go, traveller, and imitate if you can
This earnest and dedicated
Champion of Liberty'
He gave the little wealth he had,
To build a house for fools and mad:
And show'd by one satiric touch,
No nation wanted it so much:
That kingdom he hath left his debtor,
I wish it soon may have a better.
- From Verses On The Death of Dr Swift
- Jonathan Swift, "An Examination of Certain Abuses, Corruptions, and Enormities"
Vol 8 of my Penguin Little Black Classics Box Set. It contains a couple small tracts, as well as a poem and a couple larger satirical essays:
1. Meditation on a Broomstick - 1711/Satire
2. A Description of a City-Shower - 1710/Poem
3. A Short View of the State of Ireland - 1727/Pamphlet
4. A Modest Proposal - 1729/Satire
5. An Examination of Certain Abuses, Corruptions, and Enormities - 1732/Satire
It is hard to not think of Swift when I read the Onion, or McSweeney's, or variations and complications of political satire. He was the master we all look towards, even if we don't know it. I remember being surprised to find myself accidentally in front of his grave inside St. Patrick's Cathedral in Dublin. Felt ropes keep the dirty masses from tramping over the Godfather of Satire, marked with this poem:
'Here is laid the body of
Jonathan Swift, Doctor of Divinity,
Dean of this cathedral Church,
Where fierce indignation can no longer
Rend his heart.
Go, traveller, and imitate if you can
This earnest and dedicated
Champion of Liberty'
He gave the little wealth he had,
To build a house for fools and mad:
And show'd by one satiric touch,
No nation wanted it so much:
That kingdom he hath left his debtor,
I wish it soon may have a better.
- From Verses On The Death of Dr Swift