Thursday, May 30, 2013

Lyrical Thursdays: Jabberwocky

Happy Thursday, everyone!  I have to apologize for my temporary leave of absence - I have been doing a long-term substitute teaching job and along with my other jobs it's kept me so busy that I've barely had time to sleep, let alone blog!  But I'm back! 

I'm also feeling a little loopy... I hit my head on Monday (when bending down to put a book on the floor, I hit my head on the sharp corner of my dresser) and may have had a mild concussion as a result (who has the time or money to go to a doctor?! I rely on webmd...).  As a result, I've been wiped out all week and a little dizzy, so I thought I'd share a poem with you today that somewhat reflected that loopiness.

I've had a goal for a few years to memorize this poem.  I feel like somewhere, sometime it will come in handy. scare small children?  Or if I have a dream where I'm on stage in the middle of a play and forget my lines, I could pull it out and start reciting it to tumultuous applause for my quick thinking and amazing interpretation of the well-known poem...  Or something like that.  (I told you - loopy.)  

Without further ado, here's Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll:

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Lyrical Thursdays: A Spider Bought a Bicycle

It's SPRING!!  Finally!  FINALLY.  I began to wonder if it would ever happen.  Yesterday I was working outside and I stopped for a while just to look out at the perfection of the day.  Sigh.  I love it!  

I've been trying to ride my bike every day, for several reasons: first, you know, exercise and stuff. Second: it's a great way to run errands and bonus, it's great for the environment.  Third: it feels like being a little kid - cruising around, hopping curbs, seeing how fast I can go - it's the best!!!  

At a stop on the trail I often take

Since I've been riding so much, I thought I'd share a poem about bicycling.  Now, I'm not exactly sure why the spider put an earwig on his back, but maybe it's like having someone ride on your handlebars? Anyway, it's a rather whimsical poem, and I love the 5th & 6th lines especially. 

A Spider Bought a Bicycle

A spider bought a bicycle
And had it painted black
He started off along the road
With an earwig on his back
He sent the pedals round so fast
He travelled all the day
Then he took the earwig off
And put the bike away.

Phyllis Flowerdew (1913-1994)