Monthly Archives: June 2013

A Little Lewis Carroll

‘”It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,
“To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“The butter’s spread too thick!”

“I weep for you,” the Walrus said:
“I deeply sympathize.”
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

“O Oysters,” said the Carpenter,
“You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?”
But answer came there none-
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.’

-Lewis Carroll


The Walrus and the Carpenter is one of my favorites of Lewis Carroll’s.  It is recited by Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum in Through the Looking Glass, the sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Both are, of course, amazing.  This is only the very end of the poem, but I’m sure you get the gist.  It’s about how two schmoozing guys get the guard of a group of naive oysters to unknowingly skip to their own demise.

I love all of the non-chalant deception and how charming and slick the characters are made out to be.

I love his rhyming scheme of ABCBDB- it’s so simple, but it’s still nice and interesting.

I didn’t mean for this to be such a short rambling, but I feel I’ve said all that need be- without being redundant.


Selfies with a Cat

“Everybody needs to sleep at night, everybody needs a crutch
but couldn’t good be good enough?
’cause nothing ever doesn’t change, but nothin’ changes much.”



Ironically, in the music video that the quote above originates, dogs are involved.

My OLDER sister is trying to get my cat to partake in a selfie with her. Needless to say, Betty is not all too compliant.  She keeps trying to pick her up (and she is large) with one hand and take the picture with her phone in the other.  I’m just watching this folly and Betty just looks so annoyed and off-put by my sister’s advances..

She got all squirmy and left to sprawl out on the floor, but my sister just went and laid down, using her as a pillow.  Betty’s face was that of looking at someone who can’t catch a hint.  Just a ‘really?’ sort of glare.

All of the pictures, Betty looks so unwilling and perturbed- it’s pretty great.

.. I would have included evidence of all this nonsense, but I couldn’t get it off my sister..

Edgar Allan Poe (a cooing analysis)

“Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling

by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore

though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou, I said, ‘art sure no craven’

ghastly, grim, and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore.

‘Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night’s plutonian shore!’

quoth the raven, ‘Nevermore.'”

-Edgar Allan Poe


His rhyming scheme!

The structure!

His everything! ok, well maybe not so much his marrying a close relative, but he was indeed a brilliant writer, through incredibly poor circumstances.

The Raven is arguably my favorite of his works (yes, even above Tell Tale Heart and Cask of Amontillado).  He basically has a couplet for the first and third lines, which don’t rhyme with each other and then lines 2, 4, and 5 do.  all with strong alliteration.  He’s brilliant in such a brilliant and somewhat delicate way.

The verse I quoted I have memorized, by the way. I keep being pulled towards redundancy to call him and his work brilliant. It truly is though.

A while back, I posted this quote on facebook and a lot of people didn’t catch the rhyming scheme.  He doesn’t just have it rhyme so Seussian as so many people are accustomed to.  He also applies much rhythm to his pieces, making them indefinitely more profound in the way of how the reader receives it.  He makes such cruel and harsh subjects sound so romantic.

On a less analytic note, I have a Poe tattoo: “darkness there and nothing more” accompanied by a black feather.  I was tempted to get ‘Quoth the raven, ‘Nevermore,” but I felt that was, in a way, too easy.  Everyone still catches the Poe reference and they get some major brownie points for it.  I love this line because it’s a simple, somewhat elegant, way of expressing a sort of paranoid reassurance and that is something Poe and I have in common.


Sad Songs and Waltzes

“I’d like to get even with you ’cause you’re leaving, but sad songs and waltzes aren’t selling this year.”



I’m moving!

In 12 days, I will be wholly independent.

It has yet to sink in,but oh well!

I am beyond ecstatic to be leaving my nuclear family and live with complete strangers.  That has somehow managed to not be a concern to me. The only thing I am truly nervous of is grocery shopping.. Not whether I’ll have the funds to, but the very act of grocery shopping.  I’m such a laid-back lady- I genuinely don’t care which way decisions go so I leave it up to those around me.  This has left me to be a very non-committal and indecisive person.  Once on my own, I’ll be forced to choose- choose things that are generally not a huge deal but decisions nonetheless.  Am I actually going to cook? Or do I just want something quick?  How much money should i put towards x amount of food?  How much food should I get for x amount of time? Did I get anything of actually nutritional value? What am I even making??

so many questions that need to be answered by me alone..

so many loose ends to be gathered.

oh well.

If Only I Could Quote an Instrumental Band

Instrumental bands are brilliant.

That sentence could be this entire post and I would be completely content.

There’s just something about listening to music without a voice or meaning so plainly put.  It’s so liberating.  I can’t even begin to describe how amazing it is! Though, I think i’ll manage:

A band without a voice is so much more powerful; it’s pure emotion.. or that could just be my synesthesia coming into play.  Though, I can’t image everyone else not also associating certain colors or visuals with certain sounds.. not that it quite holds association to emotion.  I believe it does.  Happy is yellow; it’s a smile.  Passion is red; it’s a raised fist.  Anger, also red is a furrowed brow and a scowl.  Content is blue and it’s an undisturbed sea.  Every thought, feeling, or other brain transmission, incoming or out-going is interconnected.  They all pertain to one another in a wordless symphony.  Words muck everything up.  They state the obvious in an unromantic way and just leave it out to be weathered further.

A band without a voice has dimension; it has so many layers to be enveloped by and immersed in.  It’s the best to listen to when you don’t want to think.  It’s also the best to listen to when you’re trying to focus.  Contradictory, I know, but it’s true.  All I know is that whenever i need to buckle down and be productive, instrumental music clears up some brain space to have room to review the matter at hand.  You could also say it’s prime ear candy for veggin’ out without thought, rhyme, or reason.

There are plenty of calm music with lyrics, don’t get me wrong, but you cannot deny that instrumentals have a power and prowess that vocals can’t approach.

S O S (tangent within a rant)

“I can hear the car
as it rumbles up the driveway
but I’m too scared to look
so I curl up beneath the window
and I pray they won’t find me
and I pray that I’ll keep still

I think we’re haunted.”

-Radical Face


So, it’s my first legitimate blog and I have no reason to have started one- just more of an urge to write, to just let my thoughts become linear and be a bit more comprehensive.

I need to find a current of thought

something with a direction

a destination, perhaps?

I’m already over-thinking it.

I have so much to get straight.  Writing is the perfect solution.  The ultimate way to get all my metaphorical ducks in a row and be able to properly review them.

and it shall be so!

..yup- nothing like being that person- he who unloads all troubles and concerns.  I don’t know what i’ll rant about actively on this site, but I can assure you this is my journal.

Maybe I can finally collect myself.

Due to the assumed fact that I’ll be the only person to care for this page, I’ll label it like this:

I’ll rant on piecing things together to myself, quoting entirely too many songs, thinking over entirely too much, all for the sake of clearing out some attic space

time to ease a troubled mind