What I sent the first time, didn't turn out right, so I'll try again. Sorry. Hopefully what I underlined comes through this time. Sorry. And if it doesn't, you get the idea.... :)
SIZE AND TEARS
by: Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)
When on the sandy shore I sit,
Beside the salt sea-wave,
And fall into a weeping fit
Because I dare not shave--
A little whisper at my ear
Inquires the reason of my fear.
I answer, "If that ruffian Jones
Should recognize me here,
He'd bellow out my name in tones
Offensive to the ear:
He chaffs me so on being stout
(A thing that always puts me out)."
Ah me! I see him on the cliff!
Farewell, farewell to hope,
If he should look this way, and if
He's got his telescope!
To whatsoever place I flee,
My odious rival follows me!
For every night, and everywhere,
I meet him out at dinner;
And when I've found some charming fair,
And vowed to die or win her,
The wretch (he's thin and I am stout)
Is sure to come and cut me out!
The girls (just like them!) all agree
To praise J. Jones, Esquire:
I ask them what on earth they see
About him to admire?
They cry, "He is so sleek and slim,
It's quite a treat to look at him!"
They vanish in tobacco smoke,
Those visionary maids--
I feel a sharp and sudden poke
Between the shoulder-blades- -
"Why, Brown, my boy! You're growing stout!"
(I told you he would find me out!)
"My growth is not your business, sir!"
"No more it is, my boy!
But if it's yours, as I infer,
Why, Brown, I give you joy!
A man whose business prospers so
Is just the sort of man to know!
"It's hardly safe, though, talking here--
I'd best get out of reach:
For such a weight as yours, I fear,
Must shortly sink the beach!"--
Insult me thus because I'm stout!
I vow I'll go and call him out!
- In this poem I didn't underline all the parts about him being "stout," but many people with epilepsy also experience a feeling of being smaller or larger than they should be. For me, I have spells of feeling smaller than I should. Sometimes everything looks bigger than it should be. Some people call this "Alice in Wonderland Syndrome." For alot of people, it's just a common characteristic of epilepsy.
LIFE IS BUT A DREAM
by: Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)
A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July--
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear--
Long has paled that sunny sky;
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die;
Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?
This poem reflects the feeling of life being "unreal" and/or "dreamy." I frequently get this feeling too. It's another characteristic of Alice in Wonderland Syndrome, as well as temporal lobe epilepsy. Carroll also cuts into memory problems associated with epilepsy, when he states that "echoes fade and memories die."
Okay, I won't bore you anymore with Lewis Carroll poetry.
Later,
Tristin Seagraves :)
--- On Fri, 6/26/09, Lana <purplehybiscus@
From: Lana <purplehybiscus@
Subject: [epilepsy] Re:Anyone Got Talent?
To: epilepsy@yahoogroup
Date: Friday, June 26, 2009, 1:53 AM
Hi Tammy: There are famous people with epilepsy who are talented. Some are Lindsey Buckingham,Danny Glover,Hugo Weaving(Irish actor)are just a few. Megan could very well be talented. Don't ever let anyone try to spoil her talents. Have a great Friday. Lana J:)
> I brag about Megan somewhat shamefully here, but she sings, dances
> and acts, and has also written several songs. It occurs to me that
> the guy who wrote "Shake, Rattle and Roll" just might have had
> epilepsy ;-)
>
> Tammy
>
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