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My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like.... Attila the Hun?

- February 18, 2011

Sam聽Zucchi, winner of the Valentine's聽Day sonnet contest聽(Katherine Woller photo)

On February 11, the English Department hosted the annual Valentine鈥檚 Day Sonnet Contest results at the Grawood, recognizing the creative talents of English scholars from both 麻豆传媒 and King鈥檚. The party began at 4 p.m.聽with an introduction by English Chair Christina Luckyj to a substantial crowd of poets, fellow students and friends, and faculty members.

Dr. Luckyj says that the contest, which is open to English majors and English Honours students (including students in the Creative Writing program), 鈥渆ncourages the talents of English students who don鈥檛 usually get the chance to write creatively, while offering further practice for Creative Writing students.鈥 The contest asks for entries in any recognized sonnet form that focus on a theme related to Valentine鈥檚 Day鈥攚hether it be a warm or bitter account of love, or a humorous spoof on the holiday.

Master of ceremonies and fellow undergrad student DJ Rossi welcomed audience members as they enjoyed free pizza, and asked contestants to read their entries on stage. Poets shared sonnets about everything from playground cooties to Attila the Hun. The sonnets employed beautiful language to tackle dark topics, careful metaphor to describe relationships, and clever play-on words to tackle such subjects as the finesse of texting lingo.聽

After the readings, Mr. Rossi announced the winners of monetary prizes with the help of enthusiastic drum-rolls from the crowd.

Honourable mention went to Tessa Eisenberg, who proved that experience in love is not necessary to be a poet in her sonnet 鈥淧oetry for One鈥.

Third place went to fourth-year King鈥檚 student Ella Rowan. Ms. Rowan, who is currently pursuing English Honours, submitted an entertaining piece from a highly creative point of view.

A Valentine鈥檚 Day Sonnet by Attila the Hun

Of course there are those who love pretty things,
Like roses and puppies and sugar sweets,
But as for me, my heart will only sing
For carnage, mayhem, pain, and bloody meat.
The piercing cries of ravished maids arouse
A tenderness that melts my heart of ice;
The acrid scent of burning down a house
My nostril fills with sweetness. To entice
Attila to come curl up at your feet,
Offer not choc鈥檒ates, that just won鈥檛 suffice.
I鈥檇 rather a roasted boar for a treat
Or 鈥榟aps a baby鈥檚 head upon a spike.
Attila hates to love, and loves to hate;
Lady, please: be my dinner and my date!

聽聽聽聽聽聽-- Ella Rowan

Joanna Marsh won second place for her witty critique of the absurd and illogical traditions of Valentine鈥檚 Day, titled 鈥淭he Hard Truths about Valentine鈥檚."

The Hard Truths about Valentine鈥檚

A seed that Chaucer planted in the mind
In honour of his king鈥檚 amorous youth
And Hallmark made a thousand of the kind
And in not even one a grain of truth.
For Valentine was not a saint of love,
His acts, it鈥檚 said, 鈥渁re known only to God.鈥
No crow in February mates, no dove,
So calling his day romantic is odd.
Red candles, red candies, profane treasures,
These things are rife with 鈥榮in鈥 and 鈥楽atan鈥檚 taint鈥.
Think when you enjoy any of these pleasures:
When was excess the province of a saint?
And puppy love? And songs that lovers sing?
As if the Church would approve with no ring.

聽聽聽聽-- Joanna Marsh

First place honours were claimed by fourth-year King鈥檚 student Sam Zucchi for his beautifully crafted contemplation of immortality and love. Mr. Zucchi鈥檚 perseverance has paid off, as his win came after four years of participation in the contest.聽聽

Sonnet VII

I wake, and in waking wince at the light
Cast by the noisome lamp that stands outside.
I close the blinds to restore antique night,
And see you lying still, as though you鈥檇 died.
You鈥檙e sadly silent, now taken as Night鈥檚 own,
Haled far from me鈥攁nd I alone with this tomb
And these words, the lonely mourner鈥檚 drone,
And the slumber that foretells some other doom.
Yet you softly stir, and return to life鈥
Though still asleep, still driven by some hope.
And I, sole witness to this subtle strife,
Wonder at other triumphs beyond my scope.
So I rest, thinking at the close of eye
Not of death, but love, and what else dreams may scry.

聽聽聽聽聽聽-- Sam Zucchi

No contestant left the event empty-handed, as boxes of chocolates were given to all of the other participants.

Dr. Luckyj explains that, not only is the sonnet the quintessential expression of love, it is also 鈥渁 strict poetic structure that challenges students to be creative by varying and modifying a traditional form.鈥

The contest is facilitated through an annual fund of Alumni contributions. More details can be found on the .