It is thanks to the demands of real life that Jabberwockery has been dead. I could tell you about it here but whoever heard of using a blog to provide updates about ones personal life? What it all boils down to is that Jabberwockery lives once again and without any further ado I present my first posting for 2014.
THE ANALYSIS OF:
THE SIX SWANS
OR
HOW I STOPPED
WORRYING AND LEARNED TO LOVE THE SPACES BETWEEN THE NOTES.
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INTRODUCTION:
It's
an undeniable fact that, like so many others, I occasionally wax
nostalgic for the old country. This week for instance it was when I
was looking at the long list of improbable ingredients involved in
creating what I laughingly refer to as a 'simple love spell'.
Aside
from the fact that love itself is never simple I take pains to point
out the spells of today are even less so. Because what many people
don't know is that magic was once very common indeed only instead of
mucking around with crystals, familiars and the phases of the moon
anybody could point, "Alakazam!" and produce a satisfactory
frog from a prince or occasionally vice versa
However
the inner workings of the arcane only make up part of tonight's story
because what it's really all about is forests, royalty, the
importance of family and the great lengths that people will go to to
(A) get one and (B) hold on to same.
It
is, I believe, also worth noting that this particular Grim Brothers
tale wouldn't look out of place under the umbrella of George R R
Martins Game of Thrones series although, because of the whole
'children's story' thing, we would have to turn the dragons into
swans which is only slightly less threatening as not only can a swan
break a mans arm with its wing but will turn vicious pretty quickly
as anyone who's ever tried to feed one at a duck pond will attest [1]