#there’s probably some spelling mistakes in the jabberwocky but damn if you ever forget a poem you memorized in 4th grade

[devilsskettle]

tagged by @ofthelostandfound (thank you <3) to list 3-5 snippets of literature/media that live in your head rent-free to the point where you have them memorized; write them down from memory, no cheating allowed*:

(i have no idea about grammar and punctuation for any of these lol)

- What a piece of work is man. How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and movement how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals. And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. No, nor women neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so (Hamlet, Shakespeare)

- Of comfort no man speak. Let us talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes write sorrows on the bosom of the earth. Let us talk of wills and choose executors - and yet not so, for what may we bequeath save our deposéd bodies to the ground? Our land, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke’s, and nothing may we call our own but death and that small model of barren earth which serves as paste and cover to our bones (Richard II, Shakespeare)

- Of course she wakes the dragon. Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere. I can tell already you think I’m the dragon, that would be so like me, but I’m not. I’m not the dragon. I’m not the princess either. What am I? I’m just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure I sink the boat of love but that comes later. And yes I swallow glass but that comes later. And the part where I push you flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks, shut up, I’m getting to it. For a while I thought I was the dragon. I guess I can tell you that now. And for a while I thought I was the princess cotton candy pink sitting in my room young and beautiful and in love waiting for you with confidence but the princess looks in the mirror and only sees the princess while I’m out here slogging through the mud, breathing fire, and getting stabbed to death. Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero (Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken)

- ‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe, all mimsy were the borogroves and mome wraths outgrabe. Beware the jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite and claws that catch, beware the jubjub bird and shun the frumious bandersnatch. He took his vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxim foe he sought, then rested he by the tumtum tree and stood a while 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 sword went snicker-snack. He left it dead and with its head he went gallumphing back. And hast thou slain the jabberwock? Come to my arms my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day, calloo, callay! He chortled in his joy. ‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe, all mimsy were the borogroves and mome wraths outgrabe. (The Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll)

- Give me blood and rage and a heart for horror; teach me to be tough enough to face this world still standing. Make a Fury of me. (Finding Ariadne, Elizabeth Hewer)

tagging anyone who feels so inclined <3