Popcorn Review: Rhyme? and Reason? by Lewis Carroll

 I noticed this book at the college library [mostly because Carroll's section is right above Conan Doyle's]. And I thought I'd give it a go since I've love Carroll's poems in his Alice series.

I will have to say my favorite is probably the first. Phantasmagoria is a lot of fun and hilarious. A ghost appears to the owner of the house the ghost has been assigned to haunt. The poem is the long conversation the two have. Most of it is the ghost telling the owner all about being a ghost and his life history. [So I *might* have written a short story inspired by this Phantasmagoria, and if you want to read it, email me.]

Some of the poems were done in parodies. Like Hiawatha's Photographing was done to the meter of The Song of Hiawatha. I'm sure that would've been amusing if I remembered what I read of the original in high school. But I don't. The poem itself was amusing though.

The Lang Coortin' is hilarious, most especially for it's dialect. It took me a bit to understand some of it, but after awhile I could hear it.

One of my other favorites would definitely be A Valentine! It's not what you think, and it's shorter than half of the other poems. Just go read it! It's hilarious and so true. 

This collection also contains The Hunting of the Snark, which I've read before. It's really good and hardly makes any sense [but what would you expect?]. I rather love it's preface. Especially the bit when Carroll complains that many people mispronounce the words to his Jabberwocky ["Such is Human Perversity."]. As a fantasy writer, I definitely relate. He also has a lovely paragraph in there about portmanteaus.

A Game of Fives is funny and makes me think of what must've been going through Mrs. Bennet's mind in Jane Austen's P&P. 

I also loved Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur. Someone tells a younger person how to write poems properly. Quite good advice in there.  

"Next, when you are describing 

A shape, or sound, or tint;

Don't state the matter plainly,

But put it in a hint;

And learn to look at all things

With a sort of mental squint."

Have you read any of Carroll's work outside of Alice in Wonderland?

Oh, hey, bad poetry // and unrelated pinterest junk

So hi. I actually commented to all your precious comments! 

And here's a post! 

I am soooo productive today! That is a complete lie.
Believe what you will.

One day, I don't know what did it, but I was in a poetry mood. You know, I bet it was reading The Dream Thieves. That did. *nods* 

Anyhow, I was thinking about packing for university, not that I actually packed anything that day. So here's what came of:

 

packing for university

fear, excitement, anxiety

folded together

like a sushi roll

here's to life

eat it whole

Don't ask where the sushi came from. I probably had a sushi craving (seriously though, one never refuses sushi, craving or no). Also, the sushi was something tangible to play with visually. My dad always tells me to eat a sushi in one bite. . . so there's your last line.

I have no idea what to title it as. I was poking fun at myself (as I regularly do, I'm good-natured like that) and I would come up with all these weird variations like Sushi of Emotions, or Emotional Sushi. 

The funniest was Emotions, the Sushi of Life. 

Which is wholly absurd because we all want sushi, but emotions? Why, emotions? Do you have to be so weird and demanding?

So the next day, I was driving. I kinda love/hate driving. I really enjoy driving alone, especially long drives with the windows down and the music up. But sometimes driving scares me, like keeps-me-up-at-night kind of scared. *cough*

That's all completely irrelevant to the poem I thought up while driving. 

Spacing out

Awake at night

Thoughts ongoing

Changing gears

Ideas, what if, humanity

Keep me driving, driving

Down this road

With the moon hung low

And the music loud

That keeps me thinking

Thoughts ongoing

Spacing out 

Awake at night

I guess, I could call it Thoughts Ongoing. 

It's *supposed* to make a correlation with a restless mind and driving and how both may happen when you're supposed to be sleeping.  Or something like that. . . 

Although the music part is a vague reference to how I like to listen to music that makes me think. 

Anyhow, that's all I have for you today. Sorry. 

Do you write poetry? Do you love long drives? Or SUSHI?! Because sushi is life.

Another Try: poem

So I found some poems while rummaging through my journal. Here's one. In all it's non-poetic imperfection. 

I lay here

Wide awake

With all the fear

I always have

The deeds of today

Flash through my mind

What was said and done

What wasn't

 Did I do it right

Could it've been different

Should I speak up more

What will they think now

Did I do it right

This thing called life

Can I ever get it straight

But you tell me

I have nothing left

That needs doing

In the past

That's done and over

Who cares about it

Who cares what they'll think

They'll think what they will

It's the future

That holds doing

To be done,

It's the new day dawning

It's where we live

In now and later

Not way back then

Those are yesterday's hymns

Today is a new melody

That newness, that song

That's my redemption

My chance for another try

The Storm Clouds

Sorry I haven't been around much. I'm trying to keep up, but. . . it's been a socially busy weekend. So last night I locked myself away in my room and shamelessly watched about six or seven episodes of The Mentalist.

Today I ran across an old poem and decided it could use some slight revising. And a title.

Actually I don't like the title I gave it. But I couldn't think of anything else.

The Storm Clouds

I’m waiting

Thunder rumbles rumor overhead

The air, hot and weary

The sky, gray and wandering

It’s melancholy, like me

I’m waiting

The rumbles pass and don’t return

Oh, please don’t shudder over some other land

Darken the sky

Let it weigh heavy until-

I’m waiting

For the rain to come pouring down

To satisfy this thirsty ground

To drench me deep from head to toe

And breathe life into the tired air

I’m waiting

Revision of 5-18-2015 from the original of 6-19-2013 

Another Poem

I wrote this ages ago. . . okay it was around 2012. But I've been wanting to share it with you guys and I have nothing to post. (Correction: when I said I have nothing to post, you may relate that to a girl who has nothing to wear though she has a closet full of clothes. . . I have a ton of half finished posts on back file.)

Love



Frivolous mush
Coveted treasure
Too many meanings
For just one word

Fairytale defying
Time and space
Principle turning
Stiff and cold

A myth and lie
Grasping for mist
A desire and longing
Just to feel something

A wish for one day
It will happen
One day, it is real,
Real like a dream

A precious thing
Rarely noticed, ever true
Said in a deed or presence
A sacrifice of self

Chivalrous oddity
Beautiful choice
Too many meanings
For just one word

Vlog- Some Poems

           I did another video. This time I recited some poems for you guys. I'm not quite as satisfied with this one as with the other one. There were some lighting issues and I realize that I talk rather fast. But I'll just remember that for next time. ;)  Hope you guys like it.

A Day of Being

           Sorry I haven't been around in a while. And I really mean that: I'm sorry. I know bloggers say it a lot and I used to say it a lot. But today I say it differently. I say it because I feel like I owe you guys a post or two a week. 

           Maybe it's a writer thing. 

           Actually I feel like I owe the world an apology. I've been busy with school, work, and trying to become a better musician/writer/clogger, that I've become tunnel visioned. I don't stop and just wonder about things. I don't take time to enjoy the things around me. To spend time with the people around me, to get to know them. 

           And I used to do that. I'd get lost in the wonder of life. Maybe I owe myself an apology. I feel like I am so far behind everybody else that I have to catch up. But when I hurry to do so, I miss so much.

         Does that sound like romanticism or what? I don't know. 

          But I'm going to slow down. I'm going to treasure these days, for I know they will not last. 

        I've been thinking about poetry. But I haven't read any recently. It's weird to think about a thing and not have a chance to actually be involved in it. So I tired writing some. It needs heavy editing but, eh, that's okay. 

The Impact of Being

     Barely a moment in time,

     A rare moment, not much explored

     Vague ambiguous moment, that was our meeting

     We spoke little but wondered much,

     At least I did, but I always do,

     People are fascinating, strange, but fascinating

     If we had risked befriending one another,

     We would've each learned much from the other,

     Even if it was a mere moment, almost chance

     I can't say I won't miss you because I do everyday

     I wonder how you are, what you do, if you're okay

     It's all right if you don't wonder back

     High chances are we won't ever meet again

     If we did, I'd think we should not know each other

     With the things I will live, and wherever it is you will take life

     So I'll say good-bye, though we never would've even if we had the chance

     But the memory hurts to think about, though I don't understand why

     I say that, but I can't and won't forget you, you will always be remembered

     Poetry always makes me melancholy. I don't know why. 

 

 

     I've been thinking about doing another vlog for you guys. It was a lot of fun. I'm just trying to figure out what to do it on. 

     What's going on in your world? Do you like poetry? What poets or poems are your favorites?

Semi- launched!

          The first post! *does a dance* Okay, well, this is sort of a test post. You know, nobody's around yet, so it's just me. And I need to see what it looks, so I can make changes. And do I need to make changes! I kind of need to go to history class also. :P Later. Since this is the semi-launch of [insert title here], it must be commemorated in some way. Honestly I tried to find a photo to go with this post, but, no, the computer wants to be slow and I'm short on time. But- I do have a poem. Not a semi-launching sort of poem, but, hey, it something. What do you expect on such short notice? A full comedy routine?

                                                                        Growing
                
                                                             I feel as if I am growing
                                                                     Not physically
                                                                   -But differently-
                                                  
                                                                      And it hurts
                                                                    Not physically
                                                                  -But differently-

                                                         Because it's happening too fast