Curiouser and curiouser not long ago pillartopost.org’s travel team fell down the rabbit hole only to resurface in a park inside Madrid, where we shared tea and soap bubbles with the Mad Hatter. |
GUEST BLOG / By Guilliermo Sans-Tete--To escape today’s maelstrom of
political havoc I immersed myself into film director Tim Burton’s 2010 “Alice
in Wonderland” as if it were steaming bathtub (the kind that sits outside a
Cuyamaca Mountain cabin).
That did
the trick.
Down the
rabbit hole.
Of course,
Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter stole the show along with the costume design and
the early real life and animation pairings (ala Roger Rabbit).
I also have
a new appreciation for the tortured Lewis Carroll, a mathematical genius
totally out of place in his era, a soul who should be sharing tea at some New
York hotel lobby with Burton, Depp, Lewis Carroll and Grace Slick.
What a tea
party that would be.
While in my
hot tub, I played 60s rock n’ roll, the kind recorded with a real organ on my
small travel fm radio.
Soon
Pandora delivered “White Rabbit” by Slick and her Jefferson Airplane and later
found on YouTube. Perfect.
White Rabbit
Jefferson
Airplane
One pill makes you larger, and one
pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you,
don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet
tall
And if you go chasing rabbits, and
you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking
caterpillar has given you the call
And call Alice, when she was just
small
When the men on the chessboard get
up & tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of
mushroom, and your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know
When logic and proportion have
fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking
backwards
And the red queen's off with her
head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head
Songwriter: Grace Wing Slick
White Rabbit lyrics © Universal
Music Publishing Group
Next, I
stared up at the afternoon clouds that try too hard to soar over the Laguna
Mountains only to spill into the Borrego desert beyond and dissipate like the
steam rising from my ancient tub.
There I
held one sheet of paper aloft trying to memorize Lewis Carroll’s poem of two
centuries ago:
The Jabberwocky
Lewis
Carroll
’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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