"Then all of a sudden everything burst, like a
rainbow coloured soap bubble."- The Devils
"Funny, I don't remember being absent minded"- Oscar Wilde
"Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip round the sun."- Oscar Wilde
"Don't be silly! Kings don't hurt babies! Giant pointy swords hurt babies!"- Mr. Burns, The Simpsons (duh)
"The clover under your feet is shooting stars in the night.The people under your feet are shooting stars in the night.The people, all that you meet, they're living in a dreamworld."- Dreamworld, Rilo Kiley
"I read the news today oh, boy
Four thousand holes in blackburn, lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes
it takes to fill the albert hall"
- A Day In The Life, The Beatles
So Today Darlings, I'm Feeling like a bit of nonsense.
So in the spirit for nonsense, here's the most nonsensical poem, chockful of portmaneaus and chortles.
The Jabberwolky Poem
(From Through The Looking Glass)
'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 really love this poem. I think it's the first poem I ever read, its certainly the first poem I ever remember reading. When I was like 4 or 5, a friend of my mom's gave me a cassette tape book of Through The Looking Glass, the sequel (and exponentially better than) Alice's Adventures In Wonderland (all the good stuff in the Disney movie-with I finally snagged my own copy of- was from Through The Looking Glass) read by Christopher Plummer, and I listened to it so many times I actually broke the tape!
The poem is suposed to be all twisted around, and not make any sense, because It's a "Looking Glass" poem, that Alice could only read when held up to the mirror in the looking glass world(the reason, I learned how to read and write backwards writing).
It's actually its' own genre of poetry, called a nonsense poem!
Jabberwolky- I know it's cliche to love it so much, but I really do. It's just so whimsical and planned out-yet it gives the air of being innocent and carefree (Did you Charles Dodgson, AKA. Lewis Carroll was actually a mathematician? Or in my language- Mathamagician, which certainly makes the boring job more exciting. Never mind that he was rumoured to indulge in certain drugs and take suspicious photographs of little girls). The clueless principal in Heathers has seen worse: "Now I've seen a lot of bullshit... angel dust, switchblades, sexually perverse photography involving tennis rackets... "
It also spanned an awesome word: Mimsy! I don't know what it means, but it sounds like whimsy and tipsy, so maybe its a state of whimsy, you get when you're drunk? Still working on it. Yes, Humpty Dumpty said its supposed to mean flimsy and miserable, but I like my meaning better. And this is the guy who repeatedly falls off walls, I'm not taking his word for it (mind you, I'm not much better. I have fallen off walls before...sober.....that's skilled).
In New York, I was transfixed by the Alice statues in Central Park, which had Jabberwolky, and other quotes from the two books, etched around the base. I'm such a Wonderland freak, I guess it spawned my eternal, legendary love of all things Kitsch (the Kitchen, it's where we do our kitsching). Ahh, Kitsch, the reason I will buy anything that looks like something else (chocolate bar mirror, heart shaped headphones, plush electric guitar, bow tie necklace), so tacky you have to love it (Lovett). Kitsch cult, also links up to my love of almost everything cult or camp (Plan Nine or John Waters anyone?). The stuff you love to death, and the stuff you love to laugh at.
Anyway.... the nature of Jabberwolky as a nonsense poem, enabled Lewis Carroll to make-up his own words, some of which, notably Chortle and Galumping, moved into regular vocab.
If I'm ever considered, a real writer, I would love to this! Sometimes I do it even now. My infamous portmaneau (combination of two words), Hilo, has been used by quite a few people.
The only other writer, who I've ever seen get this much leeway to create words is Shakespeare, who apparently made up hundreds or thousands.
Speaking of Shakespeare, apparently (and this is according to a university professor of english), if you don't understand something in Shakespeare, the safe way to interpret it is to assume it refers to sex. Really!
Would I lie to you?
Speaking of childhood, you know what I miss? Count Chocula (the favourite cereal of our friend Dwight-the ignorant slut). Gots to get me some!
So , After a specific incidence at work today (that I heard about, but wasn't invovled in), I'm feeling frazzled and confused. I know I've said this before, but I just cannnot understand why people have to fight about things like religion (which is supposed to be about love and bringing people together)(*see the Crusades), politics, and sexual orientation! I'm all for discussion, and trying to understand other peoples beliefs, but even if you don't agree, you should at least be polite and tolerate them!
I mean, as long as their belief isn't killing or raping people, its ok. Insults ARE NOT OK! Generalizing who classes or groups of people is NOT OK! Why must we be so juvenile? This sounds like elementary school, when We'd all say someone had 'cooties', or something!
We should just make an effort to learn about other peoples beliefs and understand them, because really, most of the hate or intolerance in this world stems from ignorance.
In regards to the topic of sexual orientation, I've never seen why this is such a big issue with some people! I mean, in my world (the world I was raised in), there are just different forms of love and relationships, and none are more normal or acceptable, than any others.
So she likes guys, so she likes girls, so he likes girls, and he likes guys.
Whatever!
Why does everyone in power feel like there's some big difference or some dividing line, or something that makes one kind of marriage okay and not another (and I'm talkng to you California!)
I'm straight, but I just can't stand when people are intolerant, or pretend to be all ok with other peoples' relationships, then turn around and criticize same sex relationships, or hold different standards or reglulations up to them. A while ago, I was with my good friend and her mom, driving somewhere and they start talking about her mom's lesbian co-worker who brought her girlfriend to their christmas party. And they're saying that they think this is inappropriate and are complaining about it. I mean all she did was bring the person that she is in a relationship with to the christmas party, just like all the heterosexual couples there, are apparently this makes it different.
This really bugs me.
Now, my friend is someone who says that she is a tolerant person who believes in equality and fair treatment, but apparently only to a certain degree.
This is just not ok!
It seriously bothers me, that we consider ourselves the tolerant and understanding generation, but even people like my sister, who claim to share my beliefs on this topic, use "That's Gay. "
As an insult, or a synonym for lame.
What the fuck!
Come on! We can't we all get along and love each other?
This is so incredibly true:
"One desperate attempt after another to find something in common with someone else and then cling. “Hey, you have ten fingers, I have ten fingers, let's be friends. We'll make rules and slogans. Then if we find someone with nine fingers, we can beat the crap out of them.” "
—George Lass, Dead Like Me
Somehow, we can't be happy with ourselves without having someone to hate or blame the bad things in our lives, or the things we hate about ourselves on.
We just fail at life.
I really wish there were purple people! That would be so cool! Like Ronald McDonald's old pal Grimace or the old camp (the other kind of camp) standby, Purple People eaters.
I almost bought, Nine Stories, the other day. The only Salinger (that we know of...) that I have yet to read. I really want to read For Esme, With Love And Squalor (namesake of Count Olaf's girlfriend, Esme Squalor), and Seymour Glass' suicide, so I really have to get it soon! Also, Gregory Maguire's Snow White reworking, Mirror Mirror, and my own copy of Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas. Ooh! And more of those starred fake converse!
And I wonder why I don't have any money. I'm going to be so screwed next year!
If your wondering why I'm in such a bad/preachy/quasi political rant mood today,
well, today I was sick and stayed home from school. When I stay home from school, I pretty much sleep the entire day, and my Dad's always on me to try to go to my afternoon classes (...right).
So I'm planning to call my boss and tell them, I'm sick and need to stay home, but I don't wake up until about ten minutes before I have to be there, so I'm rushing to get ready and I leave groggy and without make-up, so my skin looks all red and my hair's all mussed (the drawback to being a girl, you suddenly get all worried about being ugly without make-up).
So, really work wasn't so bad.
Hawaiian pizza (which makes me feel all sixth grade and Jessica Wakefield), sign language, designing logos, borrowed body bags and cake (one of my bosses is leaving. So sad!); its actually a pretty cushy job.
Apparently Coraline is really good, and according to my boss, I would enjoy it. He often says I'll enjoy things, and he's usually right, so I'll take his word for it. I guess we have pretty similar taste, but I have to wonder how he knows what I'll like? Been lurking my Facebook?
Today he made references to Cake's Short Skirt, Long Jacket.
The entire meeting, I'm sitting there laughing and talking alternatedly with the people sitting on either side of me, and for some reason we're all calling everything superstar, and me being so cool (debatable...) I start adding Ingrid, cause it sounds cool to me. Hence the post title, after a post Edie, Warhol Superstar.
So we did another team building exercise today, (since I wrote the agenda, it was refered to as super cool mega awesome team buliding), it was another of those personality discovery quizzes where we liken ourselves to often bizarre things (boats?). And here's my results (if you care):
If you were a, you'd be:
Fruit: Strawberry
Historical Figure: Marie Antoinette (except...you know, without the dying)
Cartoon Character: Harley Quinn
Superhero: Batgirl (yes, I've heavy in my DC loyalty)
Piece Of Furniture: Bed
Plant:Daisy
Drapery: Those gauzy see-through curtains that are basically useless, but let the sun in (remember Sun-In?)
Boat: Canoe (the only kind I really know)
Facial Feature: Eyes
Car: Red Mini
Finger: Pinkie
Nail Polish: Pink Sparkly or Black (someone said clear. BOR-RING!)
Animal: Bird (or Unicorn)
Not really sure the relevance, or exactely what this says about me... That I'm insane, conceited and overly materialistic? Well you already knew that.
Last time we did personality discovery stuff, I found this out: (it was Personality Dimensions/True Colours, and I was Blue, Orange, Green, Gold)
Blue and Orange Blend into the Sunburst:
Just as the name sunburst suggest, this combination loves a bright, passionate life. They are very right-brained, taking in everything at once. Their strong feelings come bubbling out with lots of physical energy. They are irrepressible and their joy of life infectious. This energy can burst forth at just the right time, but sometimes it can come at inappropriate times as well.
They love their work, finding it an ongoing adventure of discovery. Usually, their work is with other people, as people are endlessly fascinating. The combination of the desire for freedom of the Orange and the need for meaning and significance of the Blue gives them the energy to be creative, full of fantasy, with fiery feelings and a desire to experiment. They need to relate to the people they work with or for. They find a lot of personal satisfaction in their encounters even if they are only momentary. They have a lot of physical energy and need to keep on the move, but they do it with sensitivity.
A key emotion for Sunbursts is love. Their love is expressed in all their relationships — clients, coworkers, friends, family, and particularly in their most intimate relationships. They express their love with enthusiasm.
Everyone needs some down time, and if they do not take a break now and then, they can become depressed. Taking some “me” time usually brings them back to their old bubbly self.
Not all of their feelings are bright and sunny. They have negative feelings too, and these tend to be very strong. They can get angriest at the ones they love the most. A cooling off time is very beneficial. Often the anger is based on a misunderstanding. Being able to examine the problem objectively can often bring resolution. Making up can be just as passionate.
Being very creative and needing the freedom to create, neatness is not usually a high priority for Sunbursts. Sometimes it can get a little too “creative” and major organization is needed. They can be quite comfortable living in chaos. They know where everything is. Others colours may not be as tolerant.
The Orange part wants to do it now. The Blue part wants everyone to be happy. Sometimes an action without thought can cause pain to others. This causes their Blue part to feel guilty. On the other hand, when they are always trying to do their best for others, the Orange part can feel resentful of the restrictions it places on them. They need to keep these two parts in balance. High energy and strong feelings are a double-edged sword.
Extraverted Sunbursts are out there for everyone to see and enjoy. The Introverted sunbursts are there as well but working away in the background, impulsively doing good things for people.
It's pretty accurate. Almost scarily, I can be a bit of a submissive doormat, expessily around my Green and Gold friends.
And yes, I do get paid to do this (like 10 bucks an hour). We're hiring in September.
Last night, I was bored so at I like 3:00 in the morning, I started watching this old Rose Mcgowan movie on Youtube, Devil in the Flesh, where she's a high school student, who kills like seven people (her mom, step-dad, grandmother's dog, grandmother, a pervy jock, her social worker, her best friend, and a cop) because she's in love with her teacher, and then tries to kill him because he says he doesn't love her. Basically the same as Poison Ivy (Drew Barrymore with ultra bleach hair) and The Crush (Alicia Silverstone), but with more killing, and some interesting nineties music.
Gotta say, She's really good at playing a bitch (and a do-gooder, she was always the best on Charmed). See Jawbreaker.
Its a christmas miracle, in February! But here's another pathetic poem. This one's inspired by the Drink Me bottle in Alice in Wonderland, and Cathy Ames (a fantastic literary sociopath!) from Steinbeck's East Of Eden (also a Pete Doherty song), where she kills herself with the vial of poison she wears around her neck ansd pretends it was the Drink Me bottle she has, that made her become smaller and smaller until she disapeared.
Drink Me
I see the world rushing by in kaleidoscope rises
Echoing my ever sounding fury
You rush by, but do you see me?
I’m disappearing with the dawn
I’m growing smaller with each stolen sip
Possessed by Drink Me
Until there’s nothing left
Under covers, I’m as small as a Gnat
There’s still a small drop in the bottle
I’ll leave it for another day, for my desperate respite
A final dizzying escape
I’ll be found in the morning my lips cold
Drink Me, fallen from my limpid hands
I wish for electricity, you to drink me in
Steal my gasping kerowing breath, not of this life
As I walked into the room today
I never thought I’d attempt to pacify, mollify my energies in a poem
But the drugs, they don’t work
And I’m screaming from my locked eyelids
Bleeding in, Bleeding Out
Going insane or the only sane on at the tea party?
But still the colouring wind whispers nonsense verses
And Drink Me beckons
I reach out, but still it’s too far away
Its barbed wire, cutting into satisfied, receiving skin
A delight, drinking in with all my senses, going overboard
But what do you expect, from a crazy girl,
Who writes poems for no one to read?
I want to wear wings and blue jeans
Dark curls and baby blues
And Drink Me
On my horizon
If I need it
One day
Someday...
So......
Ketchup or Catsup?
