We appear to be seeing the well red egg reading his own story.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
The secret room...
It's no secret that the secret room has its origin in C.S. Lewis' "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe." But this closet is not Lewis' wardrobe. The owners of OzHouse love books. They love children's books especially--and write and illustrate them professionally. And so in their elaborate house they create an homage to Lewis by using a closet as the doorway to a playroom that is filled with books and toys and decor representing all sorts of fairy worlds. And if the doorway happens also to be magic.... Well that can happen when imagination takes over.
It's no secret that the secret room has its origin in C.S. Lewis' "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe." But this closet is not Lewis' wardrobe. The owners of OzHouse love books. They love children's books especially--and write and illustrate them professionally. And so in their elaborate house they create an homage to Lewis by using a closet as the doorway to a playroom that is filled with books and toys and decor representing all sorts of fairy worlds. And if the doorway happens also to be magic.... Well that can happen when imagination takes over.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Humpty Dumpty's Fractured Mother Goose Rhymes
Wait For Winter
A blessing falls on all the earth
And yet—you’re reading a book!
He kicked up his heels,
And fell on his head
Young Grimes was alive,
But he wished he was dead.
The high and the low, the left and the right
They wander all day; it’s a terrible sight
At Huntington, Huntington Cross.
He would close the door and lock it
And hold the key in his own pocket.
And every night to sleep he’d go
And never dream of the window.
Happy floats the little lark
Gently flows the brookA blessing falls on all the earth
And yet—you’re reading a book!
Young Grimes
Young Grimes was alive.
He kicked up his heels.He kicked up his heels,
And fell on his head
Young Grimes was alive,
But he wished he was dead.
At Huntington Cross
At Huntington, Huntington, Huntington Cross
Where all the people, the people are lostThe high and the low, the left and the right
They wander all day; it’s a terrible sight
At Huntington, Huntington Cross.
The Pumpkin Eater’s
Wife
Peter, Peter Pumpkin eater
Thought a pumpkin shell would keep her.He would close the door and lock it
And hold the key in his own pocket.
And every night to sleep he’d go
And never dream of the window.
Oz the Great and Powerful, a quick review
Finally got to see "Oz the Great and Powerful." Quick review: It was better than feared, not as good as it should have been. The good stuff: The visiuals, the outlines of the story, the moments of homage to the classic film, the development of the Wicked Witch of the West--I loved the irony that the Wizard was the last straw that truned her Wicked. Nice use of smoke and mirrors too. The problems: The pounding of Hollywood's favorite cliche themes into the film: just believe and we'll triumph, we're all in this together, all we need is love, it's all about family. Another missed opportunity to make a movie about something. The romance between Oz and Glinda (another Hollywood boiler plate moment). This is not Baum's Glinda, which would be fine if the re-envisioning were clever, or interesting, or even original. The Wizard's acting. All I could think was "What would Morton Downey Jr. do in this role! And now I see how fabulous Frank Morgan was in this role." The telegraphing of the big balloon effect. The lame gift giving scene. And what was the point of the cyclone? A guy in a hot air balloon could just be blown to Oz.
As for the missing ruby/silver slippers/shoes--well, there is room for them to show up in a sequel now that the emerald jewel has been destroyed (though how an Emerald could be broken so easily is beyond me).
As for the missing ruby/silver slippers/shoes--well, there is room for them to show up in a sequel now that the emerald jewel has been destroyed (though how an Emerald could be broken so easily is beyond me).
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Humpty's Folly
Humpty Dumpty danced on the wall
Graceful and stylish and eager—and yet
“Be careful” they yelled, “in a breeze you could fall.”
Then he performed his pirouette
Without a single bead of sweat,
As if he could not imagine a fall
As if there were no danger at all.
“Oh, no,” he cried, you could see the pride,
“An earthquake couldn’t make me slide
From off this place,
I’ve too much grace
By half and then by half again.”
But “too much grace” is kind of a sin.
“Call the king’s horses and call the king’s men—
Humpty Dumpty will do it again!”
He performed a pas de deux pour
une
(For on his wall he was all alone
And treated the heckling rabble with scorn).
He did a buck-and-wing!
A la mode, organic, strictly Grade-A
He tripped
On his toes
And then floated away.
The gathering crowd all sputtered and groaned.
He laughed at their horror and floated on down.
He did the Salza, the Charleston, the fling,
The jitterbug, moonwalk, the jive, and the hustle—
With big calm eyes and a cool cool smile
And exquisite control of his every muscle—until
The king and all of his men roared down
In answer to the people’s call,
With all their horses to the center of town
To help the hapless dancing egg!
And they shook the ground with a mighty shake
That jiggered the land and boiled the lake
And put the very stones at stake
In Humpty’s wall, which grew contorted,
From pillar to post, the mortar unmortared
The crowd gave a gasp; the picture distorted—and
Humpty Dumpty never got the chance to dance the Morris.
Oh, had there been some sympathy for the yoke of the performer
Oh, if they had just let him dance, or had their hearts been warmer
Had someone let him have his pride
Forgiven him for being snide,
Though he was not a man, yet he
Drawing beauty from vanity
Would’ve put on a show for the world to see
O, everything a dance could be!
But you know the story, you know how it goes
Pride is a sin that leads to a fall
As push comes to shove
That’s the truth of it all.
So out oozed the yoke all over the bricks
The egg learned his lesson for all of his tricks
The price of his pride, the payment for sin,
Or leastways he would’ve if all of the king’s men
And all of his horses could’ve rebuilt his shell
And stuck him back in.
Friday, March 15, 2013
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