Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
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Icon Plottage: my household icon

One of my away messages on AIM is an extract from "The Housewife's Lament" (one of the songs that Mama had a bit of a fondness for, seeing as it was so true):

"O life is a toil,
And love is a trouble,
Beauty will fade
And riches will flee,
Wages will dwindle
And prices will double
And nothing is as I
Would wish it to be."

I'm thinking that this is the exact text that I would want for my householdery icon. I can split it up either into three or four parts, depending. Four parts would have two lines per picture, but three parts would split it like so:

Life is a toil,
and love is a trouble
Beauty will fade

and riches will flee
Wages will dwindle
and prices will double

and nothing is as I
would wish it to be


I think that makes perfect sense. If I can get a head shot of a harrassed-looking silver pencilled wyandotte hen for the first three lines, then something financially-oriented (maybe a supply/demand chart, with demand at low prices and supply at high prices) for the second three lines, and then a split shot of some Sorceror's Apprentice broom mojo and some magical dishwashing for the other half on "and nothing is as I would wish it to be"... that could work.

Silver pencilled wyandotte hens always do look like someone's mother.


"The Housewife's Lament"

1. One day I was walking,
I heard a complaining,
I saw a poor woman
The picture of gloom.
She gazed at the mud
On her doorstep ('twas raining),
And this was her song
As she wielded her broom:

Chorus:
"O life is a toil,
And love is a trouble,
Beauty will fade
And riches will flee,
Wages will dwindle
And prices will double
And nothing is as I
Would wish it to be."



2. "There's too much of worriment
Goes to a bonnet,
There's too much of ironing
Goes to a shirt.
There's nothing that pays for
The time you waste on it,
There's nothing that lasts us
But trouble and dirt.

Chorus:

3. "In March it is mud,
It's slush in December,
The midsummer breezes
Are loaded with dust.
In fall the leaves litter,
In muddy September
The wallpaper rots
And the candlesticks rust.

Chorus:

4. "There are worms on the cherries
And slugs on the roses,
And ants in the sugar
And mice in the pies.
The rubbish of spiders
No mortal supposes,
And ravaging roaches
And damaging flies.

Chorus:

5. "It's sweeping at six
And it's dusting at seven,
It's victuals at eight
And it's dishes at nine.
It's potting and panning
From ten to eleven.
We scarce break our fast
'Till we plan how to dine.

Chorus:

6. "With grease and with grime
From corner to centre,
Forever at war
And forever alert.
No rest for a day
Lest the enemy enter,
I spend my whole life
In the struggle with dirt.

Chorus:

7. "Last night in my dreams
I was stationed forever,
On a far distant rock
In the midst of the sea.
My one task of life
Was a ceaseless endeavor,
To brush off the waves
As they swept over me.

Chorus:

8. "Alas! 'Twas no dream -
Ahead I behold it,
I see I am helpless
My fate to avert!"
She lay down her broom,
Her apron she folded.
She lay down and died
And was buried in dirt.

Chorus:



Or maybe verse 7 would do nicely, on a background image of sea:
Last night in my dreams
I was stationed forever,
On a far distant rock
In the midst of the sea.
My one task of life
Was a ceaseless endeavor,
To brush off the waves
As they swept over me.
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