Snarks behind every door is an easy enough proposition to illustrate, and when tackling the above stanzels in Lewis Carroll’s Hunting of the Snark, I did so with an inky aplomb.
Doors are a jolly thing to have around the house, they can be those doors of perception which have provided gainful employment to janitors around the world for centuries.
They can serve to remind us of our superior place atop the food chain, for opening a door is a classic mania of higher intelligence, such as dogs (and goats) possess.
They can also serve as a place for the Snark to linger at from our perspective, or as the Snark sees it, a place of potential awkwardness, with the Reader, so to speak, at the door!
Everyone and everything has their Boojum, and the Snark’s Boojum is almost certainly you, the Reader!
So let’s get busy and cleanse those doors of perception with some suitably infernal methods. May I suggest scotch and water?
NB. Today’s title refers obliquely to Don Van Vliet's (Captain Beefheart) recent death. As always, John Coulthart has a good round-up of some essential information about him. It’s hard to believe that once upon a time an American businessman would provide funds for the production and distribution of a work of art such as Trout Mask Replica. Progress, eh?
Elsewhere on The Hunting of the Snark …
• The Bellman never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the Baker
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