[Image: T-shirt available from the Skreened store. Of all the images of this moment which I found online, the original Tenniel still seemed best. Disclaimer: I have no interest (vested or, ha, shirted) in the store other than this photo of this T-shirt.]
From whiskey river:
Homage to Octavius Ptolemy
I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.
(Octavio Paz [source])
To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life.
I have caught life. I have come down with life. I was a wisp of undifferentiated nothingness, and then a little peephole opened quite suddenly. Light and sound poured in. Voices began to describe me and my surroundings. Nothing they said could be appealed…
They never shut up.
(Kurt Vonnegut [source])
Not from whiskey river:
Questions In The Mind Of A Poet While She Washes Her Floors
Will obedience leave me unknown to myself, stranded?
Is it enough for me to know where I’m from?
If I do more truth-telling will I be happier with what I say?
If I had three days to live would I still be sensible?
Is the break between my feelings and my memory
the reason I’m unable to sustain rage?
Am I a peninsula slowly turning into an island?
If I grew up gazing at the ocean would I think
life came in waves?
If I were a nomad would I measure time
by the length of a footstep?
If I can see a cup drop to the floor and shatter
why can’t I see it gather itself back together?
If a surgeon cut out my mistakes
would the scar be under my heart?
How much time will I spend protecting myself
from what the people I love call love?
Would my desires feel different if I lived forever?
Will my desires destroy my politics?
Is taboo sex the ultimate aphrodisiac?
If I fall in love with the wrong person
How do I learn to un-in love myself?
Can I make my intuition into a divining rod?
Is music the closest I can get to God?
How many of these questions will remain
when I kneel to wash my floors again?
(Elena Georgiou [source])
One side of the planet is draped in eternal freezing darkness, the other side is bathed in permanent starlight.
Fields of “stinger fans” — animals that look like tall plants — cover the floodplains. Other strange species abound, from giraffe-like predators called gulphogs to tiny flesh-dissolving tadpoles known as hysteria
Welcome to the planet Aurelia….
Alien life is not just possible but probable, according to many scientists. And thanks to new technology, we may not be too far from finding it.
The question is: What can we expect to find?
Perhaps something like Aurelia. Or maybe the Blue Moon… The fictional moon has a 240-hour day and orbits a huge planet in a solar system with two suns. With an atmosphere three times denser than Earth’s, the Blue Moon has giant whales gliding through its sky.
(Stefan Lovgren, National Geographic News [source])
Suppose you’re on a game show, and you’re given the choice of three doors. Behind one door is a car, behind the others, goats. You pick a door, say number 1, and the host, who knows what’s behind the doors, opens another door, say number 3, which has a goat. He says to you, “Do you want to pick door number 2?” Is it to your advantage to switch your choice of doors?
Craig F. Whitaker
Yes, you should switch. The first door has a 1/3 chance of winning, but the second door has a 2/3 chance. Here’s a good way to visualize what happened: Suppose there are a million doors, and you pick door number 1. Then the host, who knows what’s behind the doors and will always avoid the one with the prize, opens them all except door number 777,777. You’d switch to that door pretty fast, wouldn’t you?
I have great difficulty thinking of the Dormouse — my favorite Alice character — without being reminded, at least subliminally, of Grace Slick and Jefferson Airplane. Here’s a video to accompany their hit, “White Rabbit,” interleaving images of the Airplane themselves, performing the song, and clips from Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland (2010):
(by Grace Slick; performance by 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
When she was just small
When men on the chessboard
Get up and 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
Feed your head
As for the question posed in this post’s title: one kind soul seems to have done all the legwork for everyone else, having compiled a list of everything the Dormouse said. (None of it, maybe predictably, was “Feed your head.”)