Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Juss Fine

I suddenly can't think of anything to say that I really feel like saying to all of ya'll, so I'm just going to give you a favorite poem of mine that I recite at all occasions of moment, at least when those around me don't stifle my words, The Jabberwocky,

Twas Brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the Momewraths outgrabe

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

He took his vorpal sword in hand,
Long time the manxim foe he sought,
Then rested he by the tum tum tree
And stood awhile in thought

And as in uffish thought he stood
The Jabberwock with eyes of flame
Came wiffling through the tulgy wood
And burbled as it came

One two, one two,
The vorpal blade went snickersnack
He left it dead and with its head
He went gallumphing back

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms o beamish boy,
O fraptious 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 momewraths outgrabe

By Lewis Carrol

Anyhow, ask me to recite that next time you see me and I will do so with great pleasure and delight, I haven't done it enough of late. Its weird, I wrote out this vera long, deep and mysterious thang, and then I suddenly decided that I didn't want to say it, the sadness is, those deep thoughts are lost to human kind forever. The future has fallen into shadow. Oh well thats allright, I've never worried to much about the future, thats its own problem,
taTa

16 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Evan,
Just read your Jan 18 blog. Since I don't get to talk to you as much any more, just wanted to say "Oh brother!". The later note was sweet though.
Papa

1:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

For all of you blogger friends out there, you would just not believe what cruel heartless parents Evan has.

Papa Yerkes

1:06 AM  
Blogger Leighanne said...

I like the poem. The only time I ever heard you recite it was at the Skatarama, together with Spiffy Texan. Do you remember? We were waiting in the limbo line.

Anyways, I do not agree with you that the future has fallen into shadow. Indeed, the opposite is true. The past fades away every day, leaving only old people who remember it, and dusty books that no one likes to read. The future is bright, so bright. For every day we are coming nearer to the Second Coming and the Tribulation. Do you realize, Dearest Evan, that the chances of us being alive when the Rapture happens is extremely high! We could be alive. Wouldn't that be amazing, to be here on earth when everything shines brighter than lightning and EVERYONE will know that Jesus is Lord. Plus, you wouldn't have to experience physical death (not that I'm afraid of that in the least). Me personally, I'm dearly hoping that the Tribulation will come after the Rapture...dearly hoping. Anyways, just though I would share these thoughts.

"Change is the law of life. Those who look only to the past or present are sure to miss the future"
--John F. Kennedy

10:53 AM  
Blogger Feanor said...

Duude. I don't have to post deep thoughts on my blog anymore, everbody else does it for me. On the subject of the rapture, I'm hoping, and expecting, that it will come after the Tribulation. I would really hate to be caught up to Heaven with out having to do anything or suffer, after so many saints have suffered everything for God. I also have a vastly different view concerning that whole rapture thing then most of the rest of the Christian world, but we won't get into that now. By the way that comment about the future falling into a shadow was a small joke, I had deleted a post of deep thoughts, which supposedly would have been a light to posterity. So umhm anyway,
taTa

11:05 AM  
Blogger Feanor said...

btw, thanks for commenting Papa

11:06 AM  
Blogger Leighanne said...

Well, I am considered to have eep thoughts by the master of deep thoughts himself. That is a major compliment.

I understand the joke, thank you. I still hope the Tribulation comes before the Rapture, as a reward to the true believers, though I see where you're coming from. Actually, I see the logic behing both. Hmmmm. I will see if I can't do a little research. I will post about it when it's been thoroughly looked upped.

~JC

12:23 PM  
Blogger Leighanne said...

It's supposed to be pronounced "LOOK-ed UPP-ed" btw

~JC

12:25 PM  
Blogger Bree said...

That poem is from Alice in Wonderland isn't it? Or is it? I get confused. But yeah I like it too.

Oh way to go Evan!
Just so all you folks know, Evan has decided to set a record and is out for another week from the computer.

As far as having cruel and heartless parents....nawww.(course you aren't MY parents either giggle giggle)

Sometimes things that are percieved as cruelty are really just mercy for the future.

Y'all have fin tomorrow, I don't know if we'll be able to come.

C ya!

6:17 PM  
Blogger Bree said...

*ahem* yes I can spell F.U.N.

6:18 PM  
Blogger Suzanne said...

Horray for eccentric British poets!

5:20 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Evan that Poem brings back many memories of us walking up the 4-C trail and being inspired by you voice"your loving voice"

8:42 AM  
Blogger quirky said...

i love that poem too. and in light of the fact that it's one of my favorites, i must offer a few corrections. in the fifth stanza, after "one two, one two," it says, "through and through, the vorpal blade..." he also says "my" beamish boy, and fraBjous. hehehe. is it sad that i know such details? here's hoping we're about to go bowling...

12:48 PM  
Blogger Bree said...

Have fun being put under and spliced open.

4:18 AM  
Blogger Leighanne said...

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1:37 PM  
Blogger Leighanne said...

Hey, talked to your dad last night...he said the surgery went fine...that's good, I guess....

~JC

8:16 AM  
Blogger Leighanne said...

Ha! Ditto Cada.

feenor yoo nede a lyfe.

~JC

1:12 PM  

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