We at the Shit Creek Anti-corruption Monitor, led by fearless Convenor Paul Stevens, are pleased to release the explosive "Shit Creek Files", a sorry tale of allegations, corruption, malfeance, nepotism and general doo-lally
that is unparalleled in our times. These files are published for the very first time in history below this announcement.
To help in our investigations, please donate to the Shit Creek Anti-corruption Monitor via the Shit Creek Bank, Nigeria, at the address below. Cheques payable to Paul Stevens, please.Important!
All bribes to the
Shit Creek Anti-corruption Monitor,
Shit Creek Bank,
P.O. Box 666, Lagos, Nigeria.
The Shit Creek Files
Dear Mr Caratacus,
My secretary, Ms Danna, sent my bribe money to that address in Nigeria you so thoughtfully provided, and she got back a notice in exactly 16 words that they only handle yellow cakes ... some with ganache frosting ... but no poetry submissions.
"Yellow cakes" is code for poems; "ganache frosting" is code for sonnets. Your order has been accepted. Send us details of your bank account number and password so we can finalise the shipment.
Shit Creek Anti-corruption Monitor
Dear Paul Stevens - Monitor;
It is with pure joy, if not happiness, that I read your reply to my reply. I did not realize that my letter constituted an order. Tears well in this poet's eyes in delight.
I would like to submit my poem, first, to see if it is acceptable to your Sh-tty Review.
(I must tell you, in all modesty, that I have been advised by those in-the-know who have read it that I have certainly directed my work to the proper venue.)
Here then, without further ado, my poem:Abandoned at Birth
God sleeps off insobriety
In soft folds of clouds,
His ears numbed to complaints
Of inferiors He has created,
In endless number,
With such wanton abandon.
The hills are dead and deaf;
Mountain streams, long dried out,
The saints one prays to
Decline to get involved.
I await your acceptance notice of publication, upon receipt of which I shall forward the items you requested, along with my father's maiden name.
Yours in Poetry,
We have already transferred all the contents of your bank account into our own. Consequently we are delighted to inform you that your
consignment of yellow cake
poem has been accepted for a future SCR, some time within the next 25 years. How soon it actually appears will depend on your degree of kinship to myself, Paul Stevens, Shit Creek Anticorruption Monitor and Editor-at-Large. If it turns out that you actually are me, it will of course be published immediately on multiple pages.
In the meantime we seek your permission to post
the consignment of yellow cake
poem into the Shit Creek Review Blog
Since we have noticed that your bank account is now empty, no further payment will be necessary for the blog publication.
Dear Paul Stevens, (or Dear Myself, if I turn out to be you),
I am in receipt of your most alarming e mail of the first inst, and I cannot believe you so easily gained access to my account.
You have informed me that you "have already transferred all the contents of [my] bank account into [your] own." Surely you don't mean the entire 39 cents! I was depending on that sum to help defray the cost of the stamp needed to send you my poem "Abandoned at Birth" via snail mail.
Regarding said poem: you further state "How soon it actually appears will depend on your degree of kinship to myself, Paul Stevens, Shit Creek Anticorruption *Convenor and Editor-at-Large. If it turns out that you actually are me, it will of course be published immediately on multiple pages."
In that case, I can only devoutly hope I am you, as I have never had a poem of mine published on multiple pages ... let alone one.
I am delighted to know, however, that if I am me, you will "In the meantime [sick] seek [my] permission to post the
consignment of yellow cake
poem into the Shit Creek Review Blog", which of course you have. Or, if I am you ... I have. If, however, we are both neither, I confess I do not know how to proceed.
As you have now rendered me completely bankrupt, I am glad to know that "No further payment will be necessary for the blog publication."
Yours (or Mine, as the case may be) in equal Poesie,
PS *Regarding your usage of the word *convenor*, I confess the spelling was new to me, (as was the entire word itself).
You mention ("In the meantime [sick]") that you are not well; I am sorry to hear that. As to "Convenor", in Nigeria and Australia we have vigorous committee cultures with many committees, administered by Convenors (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/convenor), formed for the purposes of sleazy poetry self-publication and bribery facilitation. Shit Creek prides itself on the efficiency of its own bribery and sleaze infrastructure.
Your esteemed (and steamy!) poem is published on the blog. 52.5% of all proceeds revert to The Shit Creek Non-Profit Committee (of which I am the Convenor). You will find the poem here:
It just remains to say, in the words of my hero, Doctor Faustus,Consummatum est!
With the utmost probity,
Dear Paul Stevens,
I write to you in a mixture of wondrousness and incredulity! Thanks to you, I am a published poet at last!
You say that your zine gets 52.5%. I trust I shall receive the exact same percentage, which will go far in reinstating my presently defunct bank account.
You cannot imagine with what pride I reported this news to my mentor, Sister Gonzaga! She said from the very little she had heard about you, that she was not surprised you had published me ultra vires
. I don't think anyone can blame me if I myself am moved to utter the joyous Cathargo delenda est
I am eagerly looking forward to seeing the news of my having been published posted in our church bulletin this coming Sunday! No parishioner will ever dare pooh pooh my poetic talents again after they read:
"Our own Lon Cheney's religious poem about God, "Abandoned at Birth", has been published in the prestigious literary zine, The Shit Creek Review
Well of course ultra virile, c'est moi
, as my mentor Asterix the Gaul used to say. I think the percentage you receive after our 52.5% is deducted is even more than we get - minus of course our 72% discretionary surcharge.
Your publication in The Shit Creek Review
is guaranteed to impress your fellow parishioners, to lead to world fame as an acclaimed and admired Important Poet, and to bring personal happiness, total fulfilment and romance a-plenty (though sometimes unfortunately in scenarios involving gerbils).
I am sorry that you have had an unsuccessful experience in our blog's comment section (which is incidentally run by my nephew Wallace). I can only advise that you keep trying when the urge comes upon you to leave that very special message on the blog. Nil desperandum!
Here's hoping we can effect many more harmonious yellow cake transactions together in future times yet to come.
Dear Paul Stevens,
Thank you for your reassuring, tho fraught-with-some-inaccuracies, message.
I am a bit confused by my math ... if I understand yours correctly, The Sh-t Creek Review
52.5% - SCR basic charge + 72.0% - sircharge (I am assuming you are the *sir* charging), which Totals - 124.5%
Is this correct?
If so, I shall be lucky to get my original 39 cents deposited back into my account.
And could you explain that thing about *gerbils*?
(BTW - I'm afraid I am no longer welcome at my church. The parishioners nailed a statement to the church door, accusing me of blasphemy. They claim that my poem inferred (implied? said!) that God was a drunkard with a hangover.http://theshitcreekreview.blogspot.com/2007/02/up-shit-creek-again.html#links
Sister Gonzaga was especially offended by the name of your zine. She said she thought it a
sh-tty name, and not fit for the eyes of miners. (Personally, I don't know what miners have to do with anything.))
I have another poem already waiting to be sent. Are you ready for it? If so, just say the word and I will forward it, along with the 39 cents it seems you find sufficient as a bribe.
In closing, I have sent this correspondence to this SILLINESS thread because I fear the hostility that might eventually arise in that other precinct where only SERIOUS POETS should commune.
*I thought that the Gaul's first name was Charles, not Asterix.
**And does your nephew Wallace have a dog named Gromet?
Yes, we pride ourselves here at Shit Creek High Command on our Quality Inaccuracy
capablitieys- I'm so pleased you noticed.
Your figures regarding percentages are correct, Please note however that a Reassessment Fee (135%), Audit Levy (100%), and Clerical Handling charge (340%) now apply (at 22% per annum compound interest). Luckily we have your credit card numbers to recoup any monies outstanding.
Re: gerbils. We believe the matter was raised by QEDster HP who rumour has it is a gerbil farmer. His allegations regarding N. Holt's fracas with a psychotic transvestite over the victimisation of a gerbil are being rigorously investigated by the Shit Creek Central Intelligence Agency. Rest assured we will get to the bottom of this malodorous matter and Holt will if found culpable be strenuously chastised by a team of riding-crop-wielding equestriennes.
I am appalled by your treatment at the hands of your parishioners and can only suggest that you convert to Satanism. Our Spiritual Counsellor Paul "The Beast" Stevens is available for consultation for a small fee.
Please send any further poems to our email address on the Shit Creek Review Blog site http://theshitcreekreview.blogspot.com/ , along with cheque and proof of kinship to the Editors. Alternatively you could post them here - we will then charge them to your MasterCard.
PS: Asterix de Gaul was formerly President of France. Prophesying the Coming of The Shit Creek Review
, he once famously said "Après moi le deluge", which translates as "From my posterior a great flood". It remains our motto.
: My hero is, was, and will be Obelix.
Oh, sorry...I didn't read this at all.
I wasn't even here, as a matter of fact.
: Par Dieu!
In fact, Depardieu!
A fan of Obélix, hein
? But you need not worry about being here, Claudia. I think the rule is just that you mustn't tell anyone about it.
Dear Paul Stevens,
*I am appalled by your treatment at the hands of your parishioners and can only suggest that you convert to Satanism. Our Spiritual Counsellor Paul "The Beast" Stevens is available for consultation for a small fee.
*Was that a pun on your name "Paul"?
I thank you for the counselling offer and may avail myself of your services. Does your church have any relation or affiliation with The Church Of Latter Day Satans?
"Your figures regarding percentages are correct, Please note however that a Reassessment Fee (135%), Audit Levy (100%), and Clerical Handling charge (340%) now apply (at 22% per annum compound interest). Luckily we have your credit card numbers to recoup any monies outstanding."
Let's see what we have here so far: 135% + 100% + 340% = 575% + 22% per annum confound interest = ?
You'll have to do the math, here. You lost me at 575%. (Are you by any chance a subsidiary of Halliburton? A member of my family, (whose name I cannot divulge, but whose initials are D.I.C.K.), once worked for that company, and he noted that your method of charging looks very familiar.)
I once had a MasterCard, but seeing as I am in trouble with my Master, (Who issued the card), due to that unfortunate reference in my poem, http://theshitcreekreview.blogspot.com/2007/02/up-shit-creek-again.html#links, I have lost all credit-ability with Him.
My defunct bank account, (which was defuncted by you, as you know), is still not in receipt of the 39 cents you owe it, so that won't work, either.
Here is the poem: (You will note I've learned not to refer to the Deity any more in my poems.)YOU
(or Paul (the Beast) Stevens, if it turns out I am you ... or you are me.)
Romeo had his Juliet,
Tristan his Isolde,
Wallace his Gromet,
But what do I have?
I have you.
Who never shares
The chocolates I send,
Not even the cherry ones
Who never lets me
Smell the flowers,
Nor lets me gather rosebuds
While I may.
Who never drinks to me
Only with your eyes.
Who needs you?
If you have the Gaul to publish this in your Sh-t Creek Review, I'll give you 5 bucks American, (which I will have to borrow from you.)
By the way, I think your translation of "Après moi le deluge" was incorrect. It does not translate to "From my posterior a great flood". You would do well to adopt another motto. May I suggest Notre canoë a perdu ses rames
You also said:
Re: gerbils. We believe the matter was raised by QEDster HP who rumour has it is a gerbil farmer.
I knew HP was a Farmer, but I thought he was a mike Farmer, not a gerbil Farmer.
Yours in Querulousity,<---(I suspect that may not be a word.)
(You are quite a gentleman. I just noticed I have been misspelling your SN - Caratacus - and you never once corrected me. Thank you. :)
: Not reading, err, not really here, err, just to say that I like the Druid, Getafix.
Dear Mr Cheney,
I regret to inform you that Mr Paul Stevens has disappeared taking the entire contents of the Bank of Shit Creek Deposits account with him. We are investigating reports that he was last seen heading by canoe up the Creek towards the Central Station. We will send a steam launch in pursuit to bring him to justice.
I am one of his nephews, also called Paul Stevens. If you make substantial deposits into our Nigerian Branch account, we guarantee to deploy the funds towards ensuring the recovery of your previously disbursed monies.
I am trying to restore order to the chaos of Mr Stevens' files and papers. When I have achieved that I will reply to such of your queries as I can reasonably answer. I am waiting on delivery of a potion from Getafix to stimulate a Surge of sufficient energy for this very complex task.
Yours in Sorrow,
Paul Stevens (Shit Creek Recovery Task Force)
PS: I found this amongst Mr Stevens' papers. I include it here in case it may be relevant.To M3
What goods have I that you might rent or hire?
What services for which I might ask charge?
What properties positioned for a buyer?
What differentials might I arbitrage?
My elegant investments show no yield,
My treasures pawned, with no cash to redeem,
My stock has crashed, my bankruptcy revealed,
My wealth the plaything of some bank clerk's scheme.
Into a harsh receivership I fall,
All assets stripped, divided, auctioned; all
Derivatives expired, both put and call.
So, grim accountant, scan my books and tell
Me: What of me remains that I might sell?
Does lack of credit serve but to appall?
: The horror! The horror!
: "Mistah Stevenz — he abscon-Ded!"