And Now, for Something Completely Different

My mind wanders now and then. Lately, it's been hanging out where mome raths outgrabe:


(From John Tenniel (1871), via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(John Tenniel's illustration for Carroll's "Jabberwocky.")

"Jabberwocky"
Lewis Carroll

" '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!'...
(From Project Gutenberg (www.gutenberg.org/files/12/12-h/12-h.htm))

Small Town Life: a Poetic Link

Famous in a Small Town is a post on another blog that does a pretty good job of distilling one aspect of life in a small town.

I know: This post has "Poetic" in the title, and "Famous in a Small Town" gives the lyrics of a country song.

That's poetry: some combination of experience, thought, emotion, and awareness; combined with careful attention to what words imply and refer to as well as their "dictionary meaning," as well as the sounds which form the word; sometimes, but not always, in rhyme.