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J is for … Junk (and the Jabberwocky)

JAfter my last post on Imagination, a strange thing happened. I saw a clip of The Voice UK in which Will.I.Am performed ‘Pure Imagination’ from the Willy Wonka movie – one of my favourites for absolute escapism. So, as I sat down to prepare this post, I decide to take a slight detour. Originally, I was going to write about junk – in all its forms. (the first draft of every ‘novel’, the clutter in my kitchen drawers and the solarium at the top of my house that is filled to the rafters with ‘stuff’ that I will never need again.)

But, now I’m taking positive steps to de-junk my mind instead. Spurred on by the creative nonsense of the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory, I couldn’t resist including in that same category – and also beginning with J – the Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll.

It makes no sense, the creatures are simply the results of a vivid imagination, and yet the story is so appealing and amusing. It’s like the prequel to all those fantasy adventure stories, set in strange lands and inhabited by weird and wonderful beings.

’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.
I’m not even going to attempt a spell-check on this post, life it too short.
But, now I feel ‘cleansed’ and ready to continue with the challenge.
The letter ‘K’ awaits me, so on I must go.
See you there 🙂
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Dreams can come true and mine was to live in Spain forever and ever ....  Well, after studying languages many years ago I became totally enamoured with all things Spanish, I finally made the big move for a more 'relaxed' lifestyle in 2003.  Since then, I have been teaching Spanish to Ex-pats and translating. Also, I trained as a Community Manager (Social Media) so that I have a genuine excuse to be on Facebook, Twitter and the Internet for hours on end, but then I started to write. My first attempt was for NaNo 2012 with 'The Nasrid Charm' (a story set in Spain and the Afterlife.) Like most first drafts, this is in need of serious revision and has been placed on the backburner, while I pursue my mystery stories. I'll get back to it - one day :) 

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