Friday, November 17, 2006

The Jabberwocky



'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 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 outgrabe.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

On the grass oft the way



I've lost track, lately. Sucked under by various insidious seductions and stresses, I feel as if I've gone off course. Determination, drive, focus seem almost like foreign concepts, unknown yet tantalizingly within reach.

But me, I'm not reaching out.

I'm lazy, you might say. But no, not in a slothful, lethargic sort of way. Its more akin to leaving the well-trodden jogging path in a park to take a whimsical stroll through its byways, just to enjoy grass underfoot instead of gravel, to smell flowers instead of blood, sweat and toil.

Possibly its not the most opportune time to feel like that, with tests all around and responsiblities needing copious amounts of attention.

Right now, though, I'm just enjoying my quiet relaxation too much to care.

So, if you happen to leave the beaten path, and spot me lying in a verdant field, eyes closed and a beatific smile on my face, just leave me be. Or better yet, why not join me? The grass is fine.