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[aid] => mick
[title] => conversation, madness, and truth in Wonderland
[time] => 2004-01-11 02:00:29
[hometext] => this is, in my opinion, the best thing i've ever written. alice observes a round table discussion between the caterpillar, the cheshire cat, and the mad hatter. then things get ugly. a bit of a cryptic message, but not too hard to figure out.
[bodytext] => said the chesire cat
to the hatter, mad:
"why do you wear
that silly hat?"
to this the hatter
replied quite fast:
"can you think of no better
question than that?"
said the chesire cat
through his eternal grin:
"my riddles are many
but i've none for mad men"
the hatter taunted the cat
with a large grin meant to mock:
"who says i'm a man?
perhaps i'm a fox
or a bird or a lion
or an ordinary stone.
now tea time has arrived
so please leave me alone"
but the cat chided on
his grin bloody with glee:
"but, my dear hatter
who says it is tea?
perhaps you drink slime
and your eyes lie to you.
they tell you it's tea,
but who's to say what is true?"
the caterpillar drew deep
from his hookah, so blue
and quietly mused:
"you fools, nothing is true.
perception is diverse
your truths may be my lies
whose to say your reality
is better than mine?"
the hatter cursed wildly
his spittle staining the air
then he stopped and he grinned
and said to the caterpillar:
"well, if truths can be lies
and slime can be tea
how do you know that you're you
and you're not really me?
who's to say i'm not the sky
and that you aren't a field of grain?
who's to say if i stab myself
that you wouldn't feel the pain?"
alice sat quite quietly
on a cushiony mushroom
observing the discussion
eyes wide with unspoken doom
caterpillar said, "i could be you
that much is true
but then hatter, who would be me?
i suppose cheshire could
but then who would be he?
it's best if we all just stay ourselves
and leave such matters to someone else."
he puffed three times and blew smoke rings
into the lazy key-lime sky
alice watched without a blink
as all three faces flickered
normal faces to match their silence
monstrous guises when they bickered
"and what say you, dear alice?
who are you today?
and if you are someone else
then who has taken your place?"
the cat's face became quite bestial
as his clenched grin dripped the words
alice knew he was asking a question
but noise was all she heard
said (m)alice, "you're all quite mad"
and stabbed each in their turn
cheshire and pillar fell easily
but hatter dodged the blade
spilling his tea as he turned to flee
then screaming, "see the mess you've made"
his back bubbled quite queerly
his legs grew long like stalks
his fingers were scissors
his eyes grew together
and his teeth were a fistful of rocks
his upper lip sizzled and burnt away
his skin faded a greyish-green
his hat was a bastard jack-in-the-box
it was really quite obscene
alice fled into the forest
her knife no match for the beast
and his stomping gait lay trees to waste
as her pursued the meat
his words were watery
like a boiling gruel
"the carpenter and the walrus
one, your god
one, mine.
yet the oysters are the masters.
they created, they are the divine fathers.
inbred masochistic design
demanded role reversal.
this is what they are up there.
you must understand this.
there is always a lesson to be learned."
then his scissors were on her
stripping flesh and dress alike
fallen, on her back
as he loomed over her
leering or smiling or staring at her?
his dark saliva spattering on her body
like the fruit of a sick passion, sated
his breath reeked of fire and herb
as he stooped low to whisper
"the oysters are the power.
but they are to aloof too see
they bent their lies to pose as truth
they live in dead realities."
the bastard jack-in-the box sang:
("you are my own reflection
you are my image robbed of thought
you are my mistake
you are the best that i can do")
the hatter drew alice up
holding her above the trees
shaking her back and forth
and she could feel
every thing breaking inside
the hatter screamed as she went limp
"WHICH ONE IS THE OYSTER?"
alice woke by the looking glass
her skin, bruised and scarred and bleeding
then she ran to get dressed
had to look her best
it was sunday, the carpenter's feeding
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conversation, madness, and truth in Wonderland
Contributed by
Cancer
on
Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 02:00:29 AM in AEST
Topic:
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said the chesire cat
to the hatter, mad:
"why do you wear
that silly hat?"
to this the hatter
replied quite fast:
"can you think of no better
question than that?"
said the chesire cat
through his eternal grin:
"my riddles are many
but i've none for mad men"
the hatter taunted the cat
with a large grin meant to mock:
"who says i'm a man?
perhaps i'm a fox
or a bird or a lion
or an ordinary stone.
now tea time has arrived
so please leave me alone"
but the cat chided on
his grin bloody with glee:
"but, my dear hatter
who says it is tea?
perhaps you drink slime
and your eyes lie to you.
they tell you it's tea,
but who's to say what is true?"
the caterpillar drew deep
from his hookah, so blue
and quietly mused:
"you fools, nothing is true.
perception is diverse
your truths may be my lies
whose to say your reality
is better than mine?"
the hatter cursed wildly
his spittle staining the air
then he stopped and he grinned
and said to the caterpillar:
"well, if truths can be lies
and slime can be tea
how do you know that you're you
and you're not really me?
who's to say i'm not the sky
and that you aren't a field of grain?
who's to say if i stab myself
that you wouldn't feel the pain?"
alice sat quite quietly
on a cushiony mushroom
observing the discussion
eyes wide with unspoken doom
caterpillar said, "i could be you
that much is true
but then hatter, who would be me?
i suppose cheshire could
but then who would be he?
it's best if we all just stay ourselves
and leave such matters to someone else."
he puffed three times and blew smoke rings
into the lazy key-lime sky
alice watched without a blink
as all three faces flickered
normal faces to match their silence
monstrous guises when they bickered
"and what say you, dear alice?
who are you today?
and if you are someone else
then who has taken your place?"
the cat's face became quite bestial
as his clenched grin dripped the words
alice knew he was asking a question
but noise was all she heard
said (m)alice, "you're all quite mad"
and stabbed each in their turn
cheshire and pillar fell easily
but hatter dodged the blade
spilling his tea as he turned to flee
then screaming, "see the mess you've made"
his back bubbled quite queerly
his legs grew long like stalks
his fingers were scissors
his eyes grew together
and his teeth were a fistful of rocks
his upper lip sizzled and burnt away
his skin faded a greyish-green
his hat was a bastard jack-in-the-box
it was really quite obscene
alice fled into the forest
her knife no match for the beast
and his stomping gait lay trees to waste
as her pursued the meat
his words were watery
like a boiling gruel
"the carpenter and the walrus
one, your god
one, mine.
yet the oysters are the masters.
they created, they are the divine fathers.
inbred masochistic design
demanded role reversal.
this is what they are up there.
you must understand this.
there is always a lesson to be learned."
then his scissors were on her
stripping flesh and dress alike
fallen, on her back
as he loomed over her
leering or smiling or staring at her?
his dark saliva spattering on her body
like the fruit of a sick passion, sated
his breath reeked of fire and herb
as he stooped low to whisper
"the oysters are the power.
but they are to aloof too see
they bent their lies to pose as truth
they live in dead realities."
the bastard jack-in-the box sang:
("you are my own reflection
you are my image robbed of thought
you are my mistake
you are the best that i can do")
the hatter drew alice up
holding her above the trees
shaking her back and forth
and she could feel
every thing breaking inside
the hatter screamed as she went limp
"WHICH ONE IS THE OYSTER?"
alice woke by the looking glass
her skin, bruised and scarred and bleeding
then she ran to get dressed
had to look her best
it was sunday, the carpenter's feeding
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Re: conversation, madness, and truth in Wonderland
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by MissTea on
Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 02:28:16 AM AEST
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very very interesting! if all fairy tales ended like like I think we'd have a very disturbed world-but who says it isn't already?
very very good write! very creative and full of imagery!!
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by full_blur on
Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 02:29:23 AM AEST
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| crazy dude, freaking awesome. i gotta take a pull from the hookah and read this one again =). I feel like I just wondered into a demented wonderland! |
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Re: conversation, madness, and truth in Wonderland
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by jaeann on
Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 06:05:14 AM AEST
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a quote from a friend......"I won't tell you that you can write.....you already know that........but i'll tell you this..........
it was sunday, the carpenter's feeding.....omg
you give a girl goose bumps.......... |
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Re: conversation, madness, and truth in Wonderland
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by Vitreous_Soul on
Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 07:20:47 AM AEST
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Jesus! Genius of this magnitude comes along once in a blue moon. I can't get over this! I think I may have to agree with you, this may be the best thing you've ever written. If not, then damn close. Wow, this is great.
Truly,
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Re: conversation, madness, and truth in Wonderland
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by Necromant on
Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 08:59:37 AM AEST
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Holy Hell!!! THIs poem is by far the most thrilling of all!! You're a genious!! The imagery is amazing! And the wording perfect!!!!!
I really liked the
'"you fools, nothing is true.
perception is diverse
your truths may be my lies
whose to say your reality
is better than mine?"
part. If you take these words and put them in our real world context they're really true. We live our lifes mostly pretending to be someone else (or at least I like to do it) maybe even imitating our idols trying to be someone else to please all those people around us, hiding our true selves. Very powerful and thoughtful poem! Its the best one I've read!
P.s Hope I didn't messed up the messege lol!!
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Re: conversation, madness, and truth in Wonderland
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by Cancer on
Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 01:26:30 PM AEST
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no anne, you didn't mess up the message. denial of self, identity confusion and their usual superficial outlets was a smaller part of the message.
the larger part was, as usual, about religion.
i drew a little imagery from the tale of the Walrus and the Carpenter from "Through the Looking Glass". i guess i could explain it here, but it's not that hard to see. plus, someone else may have a different interpretation and i don't want to discourage their sharing it.
widdle widdle blah blah i'm done.
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Re: conversation, madness, and truth in Wonderland
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by poetrygodslove on
Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 04:17:51 PM AEST
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Life is no wonderland
just your life and mine
we have so much to choose from
you may think yours is better then mine
well I will tell you
and it is fact
my life is no better
then the cat in the hat
for when thing one comes in
and then thing two
then no one knows what else to do
but then I will tell you mighty mouse will come
and then no one will have a place to run
He made a plan for you and for me
but sometimes we are like those three little mice who cant see
sometimes we are all confused just wanting to learn
watching and wondering
till the new day beguns...hehe |
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Re: conversation, madness, and truth in Wonderland
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by spiffyphil on
Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 01:14:44 AM AEST
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| Sheer genius - Im speachless at how great this is. Absolute inspiration, good job. |
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by bobotheclown on
Tuesday, 13th January 2004 @ 07:19:06 PM AEST
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th is was so unbelievably f*cking demented and cheery. I thought this great were u drunk or something because wow... well yeah... I didn't get the last line til now was the carpenter refering to Jesus?
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Re: conversation, madness, and truth in Wonderland
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by Cancer on
Tuesday, 13th January 2004 @ 08:08:43 PM AEST
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thanks. no i wasn't drunk. and yes, the carpenter was jesus, at least in what i wrote. in the story of the carpenter and the walrus, the carpenter is actually said to refer to "western religion" (i.e. it's small hint towards jesus) and the walrus was to refer to "eastern religion" (something about it's size and shape and something else which lent the character to buddha. i forget now, don't guess it matters). the oysters were, naturally, humans duped into following only to be devoured at the end of the tale.
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by Cobalt on
Monday, 19th January 2004 @ 01:11:11 PM AEST
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| That was totally the best alice in wonderland anything I have ever read or heard. Totaly awesome man. I think it was wicked. |
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by ladyfawn on
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| excellent impressive wonderfully creative poem, just what i needed to read right now, love it and the subliminal messages, great write!! bravo!! hugs n' love nessa |
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