“This is the fear, this is the dread, these are the contents of my head.” ~ Annie Lennox
I’ve heard a person ones compare publishing poetry to stripping – since both are so bloody revealing, and it’s easier to make a fool of yourself than you’d think (no doubt our friends the Norwegians would agree somewhat). This is precisely the reason why you will never see any original poetry of mine grace this blog, or any of it’s future incarnations (incarnations – if a certain Ms. MK has her way with me, that is).
Oh dear, I’ve said “never.” I am going to get punished for that, and so will the innocent bystanders.
It’s good to know that at this point, the great well of my superiors, the one that’s firmly lodged in my head (between the frontal lobe and that curious “I’MINDEBTI’MINDEBTI’MINDEBT” bit) has not yet run dry.
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.~ Lewis Carroll.
Natalia A. 
Ooh….I LOVE THAT….Future Incarnations of a Pre-Punk Feminist.
Ooh….actually, I have a WHOLE NEW DIRECTION for your websaite. It involves stripping. And a videocamera. we can let Khaled direct if he feels uncomfortable with the finished product. Then you write a book cruelly exposing the director and producers of the website whilst comparing and contrasting your own childhood to the events unfolding on the website, and discuss any relevant feelings and observations. My friend Mysha works for Oprah’s book club, I’m sure he can get your book on her list. Then you go on television, cry, blame religion and the sociological factors that caused you to accept such activity before your therapist said WTF. Then your book will hit #1 and we can throw that party we talked about. I think if we create the drama against which you rail, you are much more likely to get the attention of your target audience. Or any audience for that matter.
Someone once said “fear those who dream during the day, when their eyes are open.” He was right. Open eyes means the drugs have worn off.
Watch out world, I’m off to buy web domains now.
P.S. did I use “whilst” correctly? I’m never sure.
That’s one of the great nonsense poems of all times! I do love Lewis Carroll.
One of my favorite poems ever. 😀
Unfortunately, my children don’t get The Jabberwocky yet (“it’s a bit silly Mummy”), but I love reading it to them, so I do. I love saying “Twas brillig” and “slithy toves” and “all mimsy were the borrogroves” out loud.