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it calls me on


it calls me mad

in swift passing

gives me pleasure

yet sad

more sad

than missing

the little things

that to others

bring happy tears

are the many

misspent years


while striving 

to be remembered


altogether too much

such is time

and time is such

a bitter — yet

in the living of it

sweet — pill

swallowed up whole

in guilt

and mad raving


that i cry

no not i





© 1983




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A vocal interpretation of the famous Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll) poem Jabberwocky first featured in Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872. 


250px-TheJabberwocky‘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.


Performance © 2009 Archangel Media Inc.
Poem by Lewis Carroll 
Illustration by Sir John Tenniel 

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We dare to hope that war abates

And men cast off their precious hates.

Compassion whispers at the door,

But who can hear above the roar?

The world can’t stand another round

Of breaking up and breaking down,

So silent go, and do your chore,

Let whispers of compassion soar.


– November, 2008


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