Jabberwocky – When Words Have Power

jabberwocky“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

This is an extract from Jabberwocky a poem by Lewis Carol, written for his daughter as a bed time story. The use of invented words run strong through the poem, regardless and because of this it is a joy to read. I have said it before and am likely to say it again, Words Have Power, even made up ones.

“Words inspire, pages turn and what we
read can influence and inspire us.
When our literary heroes strengthen and shape
our ideas something truly beautiful happens.”

Fergus McCartan

The idea behind this quick post is highlight the importance of how words engage us. For me books provide an engagement that TV or Movies cannot provide. You may watch a TV show for 30mins and then never watch it again, but with a book you can read it over and over again and each time get a feeling of escapism or interrupt a passage differently focusing something that is happening in your life. Books provide me stress relief, a way to shut out the external noise and troubles and explore a new world from inside someone else’s mind.

It’s not important the genre you read, it can be fiction, non-fiction or even comics (“graphic novels”), what’s important is books open worlds of knowledge, happiness and sadness. They can bring people together, even if they are just literary figures.

Take strength from words and go enjoy a book, magazine or even a dirty limerick, it will open a world of possibilities and stay with you longer than any TV show.

JABBERWOCKY, Lewis Carol, from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872.

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.

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6 thoughts on “Jabberwocky – When Words Have Power

  1. Reading not only takes you into a created world where you can feel and think on a new level, but it leaves you with a connection to the writer’s soul. You can’t get that by wasting two hours playing Angry Birds.

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