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Having been nearly drowned in the poison of Facebook and Twitter, I decided to hunt me some Snark. It really is something I'd been considering for a while.
The Snark - what is it? Well, it has many faces, a concept, a creature, a place.
It's up to the hunter to decide really. I think I'm better off starting with a poem.
The Snark - a critter making men bitter
baffled, delighted and bemused
bewildered and confused
a allegory or a riddle
maybe Carroll was taking the widdle?
To escape the crake and addiction
of Facebook and Twitter a hofforic affliction
portmanteau words abound
waiting to be found
sailing across a sea of hopes and dreams
liberated from the shackles of normality
the matrix reality of social media
will no more impede you
no more unearthly smells of decaddle sirening,
“We all sink down here”
There's a blank map mentioned early on in the poem. I believe that map is Dodgson's way of telling us to find our own way. The map will be populated with a person's journey through life. The dangerous Boojum could be our personal demons that need to be faced down and defeated.
I'll be back to let you know how I'm doing in my hunt for the Snark.
Ta-ta for now
In five hundred years time, most of us will be forgotten dust. But Hitler will still be remembered, God loves irony.