Friday, December 28, 2007

phonegry


I love the english language. Making sentences is like cooking: the page is your pot.

Evolution happens: saying "thee" and "thou" is downright prosaic, and if you flip the coin, getting educated people to say things like "somdiloquent", "shennaverous", and "suresia" eases the passage from nonsense to websters.

Master of phonegry, Lewis Carrol wrote the following brilliant poem. Enjoy.


'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrave.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jujub 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 gree,
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 hast 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 outgrave.

5 comments:

Petraglyph said...

Jonas,

You are a master chef in the culinary expertise of verbal concoctions. Pray, carry on old chap!

Caitlin said...

Callooh! Callay! methinks thou art boondoggling!

But pray tell ;) why dost thou dislike turkeys?

Christy Joy said...

haha, i remember when you told us the turkey story. We were sitting in the cafe, eating falafels I believe!

Kristen Curry said...

Oh my goodness! Where did you LEARN all that stuff? This reminds me of playing innocent little games of boulder-dash in school, but your poem takes an exponential jump to a whole nother world! Way to go!

Jonas said...

Kristin Curry:

I might blithely accept your praise, but credit must be given where credit is due. Lewis Carrol wrote the poem.

Sorry to disappoint.