Uly Does Elizabeth* Does Lewis**: Another...

      * Elizabeth Barrett Browning, influential Victorian poet 

      ** Lewis Carroll, composer of "Snark" 

Whose hope's to hunt thee…? Liste'! I list their trades:

A Bellman with his tinkling bell, his map

whereon where islands (yours!) should sit...? A gap.

A Butcher, one adept with boner’s blades.

A Billiard marker of gynormous skill.

A Broker...and a Barrister to boot.

A Banker and a Beaver follow suit.

A Hood and Bonnet maker ends my bill.

But, wait! A Boots and Baker sail as well.

Required to hunt thee…? Ten plus two, ‘twould seem.

Yea! Five plus five supply an ideal team –

All prompted by that Bellman’s bloody bell.

They’d hunt you, Snark. Your wildwood could run rouge –

Until they'd heard the Baker's fading “...Boo-ooj…”

Uly Does e e* Does Lewis**: Another in a Series...

     * e e cummings, modernist free-form poet

     ** Lewis Carroll, composer of "The Hunting of the Snark"

 tell the bellman 

           who? tinkling his 

                             whatever? bell

{wherefore? beavers at

     tracting (how? butchers as weeee

                                                          ll)}

    matinsmorningnoon (after) dusk 

smorgas nigh(t) dark

                             b-initial'd 10

           when? join'd why?

hunt -- thus -- (a)n...

                                                     ...arC!

Uly Does Emily* Does Lewis**: Another in a Series of Alternate Poetical Takes on "The Hunting of the Snark"

     * Emily Dickinson, the Bard of Amherst 

     ** Lewis Carroll, composer of "The Hunting of the Snark" 

Because the Snark  -- a Boojum -- proves,

Don't Bakers fade away?

Do Bellmen -- as the Beaver does --

Find Nothing left to say?

Indeed! The Baker fades away.

(The Butcher -- with the Boots,

The Banker -- and the Bonnet maker -- 

Chooses diff'ring roots.)

The Billiard marker, Broker --

And the Barrister -- as well --

Fall short of Snark-Hunt Heaven

Whilst dodging Boojum Hell.

My eye, as well, spies Snark-Hunt Heaven --

Even little me!

I'll Bide my Time -- and Slant my Rhyme.

And Snark -- Eternally! 

The Sudbury Anagrammatist* Does Lewis**: Another in a Series of Alternate Poetical Takes on "The Hunting of the Snark"

     *Oulipian poet E. S. LePoussy

     ** Lewis Carroll, author of "The Hunting of the Snark"    

(If the) hunks rant, 

(open) Han's trunk.

('Twill be) Kahn's turn 

(for a) snark hunt.

Gelett* Does Lewis**: Another in a Series of Alternate Poetical Takes on "The Hunting of the Snark"

     * Gelett Burgess, poet famous for penning "The Purple Cow." 

     ** Lewis Carroll, composer of "The Hunting of the Snark."

Though Baker’s never hunted Snarks,

With Snark hunts Ho’s* okay.

When Snarks one day prove Boojums, though,

That’s when Hi* fades away.

     * "Hi" and "Ho" are two of several names 

by which the Baker is known.

Edward* Does Lewis**: One in a Series of Alternate Poetical Takes on "The Hunting of the Snark"

     * Edward Lear, purveyor of the Limerick  

     ** Lewis Carroll, composer of "The Hunting of the Snark."

Said a Bellman from heaven knows where

To his crew (B-initial'd), "Let's dare

To go hunting for Snarks!"

What Carrollian larks

Had that Bellman from heaven knows where!

Ozzy's ABC: an Illuminated Alphabet by Friend of the Blog OCB

 

"Ozzy's ABC"
chemical marker on newsprint,
digitally modified, 18" by 24"
by OCB

Eggcentric Apple

Repost of a Newly Relevant Image

     NYT: Protests against the Thai government 

have gained momentum this summer.

    PlaysWell: Years ago, two friends of the blog

anticipated such goings on and preemptively 

reacted, each in his own way -- one paraphrasing

the American Declaration of Independence in a

Thai abugida (albeit with some unrequested 

redaction), the other electing to remain mum...

for the moment.

"Thai-Tongued...? Tongue-Tied...?"
chemical marker on copy paper
by Ulysses Poe

Four Variations on "Au Reservoir": a Reposting

"Four Variations on 'Au Reservoir':
'Hurray...Surf war!' 'Ol' Ray's sof'ware!'
'Oh! Razor wire!' and 'Haut Reyes Sere Fois'"
chemical marker on copy paper
by Ulysses Poe
 

A.A. Milne Meets E.C. Bentley or Passing the Torch: a Song

On Monday when the sun is hot
I wonder to myself a lot:
Now is it true or is it not
that times are ripe for cleriwhat…?
 
On Tuesday when it’s cooler, then
I find I feel the strangest yen
to take up quill or broad-nibb'd pen
and bang me out a cleriwhen.
 
On Wednesday when the weather’s fair,
I rise at dawn to take the air.
Then, later, in my Bardic chair,
I scribble down a cleriwhere
 
On Thursday when a cloud-chok'd sky
informs me winds and rains are nigh,
I hum an Erben lullaby --
or, maybe, draft a cleriwhy.
 
On Friday, skies are, once more, blue.
I down a pint – no more than two –
and think, my dearest dear, of you,
and write a nonsense cleriwho.
 
On Saturday (I see it now)
it’s time to take a final bow.
But just before I bid you “ciao!”
I craft a coda clerihow.
 
On Sunday, out has run my luck.
Re cler’whate’ers I fear I’m stuck.
Ta-dah! I hereby pass the buck:
YOU write a cleriWTF!