Comments on: Late evening poetry reading – seven selected pieces http://nourishingobscurity.com/2009/11/21/late-evening-listening-a-poetry-reading/ Tue, 22 May 2012 17:51:08 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.2 By: James Higham http://nourishingobscurity.com/2009/11/21/late-evening-listening-a-poetry-reading/comment-page-1/#comment-2384 James Higham Sat, 21 Nov 2009 22:50:06 +0000 http://nourishingobscurity.com/2009/11/21/late-evening-listening-a-poetry-reading/#comment-2384 Cherie - yes, the classic of all time. MTG - :) Indeed. Cherie – yes, the classic of all time.

MTG – :) Indeed.

]]> By: MTG http://nourishingobscurity.com/2009/11/21/late-evening-listening-a-poetry-reading/comment-page-1/#comment-2381 MTG Sat, 21 Nov 2009 22:18:06 +0000 http://nourishingobscurity.com/2009/11/21/late-evening-listening-a-poetry-reading/#comment-2381 Mention McTeagle and you immediately think of Hemingway. Unlike Ernest, Ewan reached his zenith during the shed period. Ewan had all of Ernest's simplicity with none of his greatness and Ernest had all of Ewan's vulgarity with none of his brevity. Mention McTeagle and you immediately think of Hemingway. Unlike Ernest, Ewan reached his zenith during the shed period. Ewan had all of Ernest’s simplicity with none of his greatness and Ernest had all of Ewan’s vulgarity with none of his brevity.

]]> By: CherryPie http://nourishingobscurity.com/2009/11/21/late-evening-listening-a-poetry-reading/comment-page-1/#comment-2379 CherryPie Sat, 21 Nov 2009 22:07:07 +0000 http://nourishingobscurity.com/2009/11/21/late-evening-listening-a-poetry-reading/#comment-2379 Or maybe... <b>Jabberwocky</b> '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. Or maybe…

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.

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