"And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and slithtoves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-Lewis Carroll 1872
(Through the Looking-Glass and
What Alice Found There)
J'adore Alice in Wonderland! And, The Jabberwocky is one of the earliest memories of poems from my childhood, -for some inexplicable reason, these two particular stanzas above, have remained, deep-rooted in the darkest recesses of my grey matter. I don't know why, they just like, reside there... It could be the words, say them aloud - they roll off your tongue and make you want to recite them, over and over, and...well you know what I mean.
As children, we love nonsensical words, they are fun to hear and learn, - alas, as adults, we forget how wonderful new words can be. I have a plan though! We should strive to recapture the joy of discovering ridiculously sounding made-up words, methinks! After all, a little madness in one's day, keeps the doctor away...isn't that how things should be? What say you? And, yes I really wish I lived in Wonderland, -I often wander through the woods, searching for rabbit holes large enough to fall down...
Poem and photo credits via Jabberwocky