Monday, January 28, 2013
Escape from the CU-Thole Mythos (For Brian Rodgers)
Perhaps it is some strange fate
That draws you to the opposite end of the world,
Reversing the journey of your ancestors,
To take a wee course.
Thirteen years later,
You wake up: You are going grey,
Have a PhD and a family.
What has happened?
It’s the terrible power
Of the CU-Thole Mythos
Maybe you thought I said Cthulu:
Invention of the American weird
Fiction writer HP Lovecraft:
Incomprehensible, ancient, alien god,
Sleeping under the South Pacific,
not far from New Zealand.
No. That’s the other one.
This one’s worse:
It’s “C-U”, for “Counselling Unit”, pronounced “Cuh”;
Plus thole, the Scots word for “endure” or “tolerate”,
As in Rabbie Burns’ poem, To a mouse:
“To thole the winter's sleety dribble”:
So that gives us: CU-thole Mythos,
The power that's kept you here,
Year after year,
The power that makes you not just willing
But eager to endure:
Everyone’s IT needs,
And "winter's sleety dribble"
... All year round.
But now you've got your chance
To escape to a paradoxical place:
Queensland, far to the south,
In the Deep North;
Australia's Day is Scotland's night.
Will you be able to make it out
Of the gravity well
Of the CU-thole Mythos,
Finally reaching escape velocity?
Or will you escape
Only to find that you've brought
The whole CU-Thole Mythos
Along with you
In your head?
-Robert Elliott, 26 Jan 2013