{"id":3273,"date":"2014-09-09T13:30:42","date_gmt":"2014-09-09T17:30:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/punyamishra.com\/?p=3273"},"modified":"2014-09-10T09:13:55","modified_gmt":"2014-09-10T13:13:55","slug":"jabberwocky-gets-a-makeover","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/punyamishra.com\/2014\/09\/09\/jabberwocky-gets-a-makeover\/","title":{"rendered":"Jabberwocky goes to graduate school"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"blabberjocky\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The 5th floor of Erickson Hall is a fun place to be. Typically a bunch of graduate students hang out there, working on their readings, talking shop and in general having a good time. For some reason, last week,\u00a0I promised Josh Rosenberg that I would write a poem for them. I don’t know why I promised this… I just did. So now that I had said it, it had to be done.<\/p>\n

So I wrote a poem building from\u00a0one my favorite poems of all time, Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky<\/em>. It wasn’t the greatest thing but hey, whatever. I shared the draft with others\u00a0and asked for suggestions to help make it better.\u00a0And all hell broke loose. Suggestions came from left and right, via email and conversations in passing. And at each step the poem became richer, more consistent, better connected to the original…<\/p>\n

So here is Blabberjocky, on the fifth<\/em>… a poem that\u00a0ended up becoming something greater than the sum of the individual contributions. A special shout out to\u00a0Danah Henriksen<\/a>, Spencer Greenhalgh<\/a>, and Andrea Zellner<\/a> for their help. Since the first version was prompted\u00a0by an unsolicited promise made to Josh Rosenberg<\/a>, it is clear that\u00a0a large part of the blame for this poem being inflicted in the world lies with him.<\/p>\n

Here it is:<\/p>\n

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Blabberjocky on the Fifth?<\/strong>
\n(with apologies to Lewis Carroll)<\/em><\/p>\n

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‘Twas threeing and the graduent hoardes
\nThunkers lost a-maze
\nAllflutter were fidgits on keygroves
\nAclickety clack in a daze.<\/p>\n

\u00a0Beware of the Twitbook (albeit such fun!)
\nThe gifs atrance\u2019d, for eyes to catch.
\nBeware the inmail, your ebox not done.
\nInterwebs? grad work?\u2026there’s no match!<\/p>\n

Bereft of words, she took iPad in hand
\nA coarse paper due, her nerves were fraught
\nAlight she leapt, by 509 took her stand.
\nWith empty mind, nil, nothing, naught.<\/p>\n

And as in blankrupt thought she stood,
\nA posturing pedagogue shambled in
\nBombasted a piffle, as he would
\nAnd left. Her time was running thin.<\/p>\n

\u00a0The last hope was candy, a friend left behind
\nIt helped, the rush, The Snickersy snack!
\nHer Vorpal pen was a sword in her mind
\nThe jargon jungle, she took to hack.<\/p>\n

And hast thou slain the writer’s block?
\nHail Zotero, a draft! The real McCoy!
\n“O frabjous day! I beat the clock”
\nShe laughed and carolled in her joy.<\/p>\n

‘Twas threeing and the graduent hoardes
\nThunkers lost a-maze
\nAflutter were fidgits on keygroves
\nAclickety clack in a daze.<\/p>\n

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\n*<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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