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lördag 11 december 2010

James and the Giant Peach


Jag står och diskar och lyssnar med mycket stor behållning till Andrew Sachs uppläsning av Roald Dahls James and the Giant Peach. Fruktansvärt rolig uppläsning - önskar att jag kunde förställa min röst som Sachs :)

Förövrigt: då jag letade efter en passande bild till mitt blogginlägg insåg jag att det finns en filmversion gjord 1996 av ingen mindre än en av mina stora favoriter: Tim Burton :) Det är så mycket man inte vet... som man får reda på så lätt som en plätt via Google (sikken härlig site) :)

 Tre Dahl-böcker att njuta av:
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach samt The BFG.

 Roald Dahl's Phizz-whizzing Audio Collection.152:- på Bokus.

 

lördag 13 november 2010

Nightmare Before Christmas - The Poem by Tim Burton

Nightmare Before Christmas original poem
by Tim Burton

It was late one fall in Halloweenland,
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland

"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night.
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.
I don't like graveyards, and I need something new.
There must be more to life than just yelling,
'Boo!'"

Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.

All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked.
He was filled with dismay.
Then deep in the forest, just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight.
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood
Were three massive doorways carved in wood.
He stood before them, completely in awe,
His gaze transfixed by one special door.
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.

Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!
Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.
He had finally found the feeling he wanted.
And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar,
He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.

He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.
He even picked up a handful of snow.
He grabbed it all, and without being seen,
He took it all back to Halloween.

Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenires.
For this wondrous vision none were prepared.
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!

For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer
While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!
Why does he get to do it year after year?"
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"

In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys
When through the din he heard a soft noise.
He answered the door, and to his surprise,
He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.
They were altogether ugly and rather petite.
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.

In Halloween everyone gathered once more,
For they'd never seen a Santa before
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime
That you've got to be Santa all of the time!
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.
We're changing places I'm Santa this year.
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!'
And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan.
For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."

And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.
Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too thick.
There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick."
Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!

Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.

He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.
A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.

There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."

Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.

"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.

Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.

the end

tisdag 22 december 2009

Edgar Allan Poe: lämnar spår efter sig


Wordle: Vincent (again)

Inspirerade av Edgar Allan Poe har säkert många blivit vilket är ganska fantastiskt när man tänker på att han föddes för nästan precis 200 år sedan.

På bilden till höger hälsar jag på korpen i Philadelphia :)

Jag tycker om att hitta en röd tråd genom tid när jag försöker lägga upp lektioner till eleverna. Nu har jag ju inte lång erfarenhet av att vara lärare så jag förväntar mig att hitta mer, som kan göra lektionerna än mer intressanta. Poe är tacksam att arbeta med, det finns en hel del nytt som inspirerats av honom på ett eller annat sätt. Har du hittat Poe någon annanstans så skriva gärna i gästboken, då skulle jag bli glad. Jag är ju här för att lära, lika mycket som jag försöker lära ut (i klassrummet) men kanske även här. Hittar jag något som jag tycker kan berika någon annan så delar jag gärna med mig. Det ska vara kul att lära :)

Så, för att återgår till Mr Poe. Hans mest kända dikt (vågar jag nog påstå) heter The Raven, (Korpen på svenska) och skrevs 1845. Över hundra år senare, 1982, skriver Tim Burton en dikt Vincent som är på rim, precis som The Raven, och inspirerad av den. Helst i allra sista stycket. Den handlar om Vincent, en 7-årig kille som vill vara som Vincent Price - en gammal känd skräckskådis. Han hade en väldigt speciell röst som ni kan höra då ni kollar på Tim Burtons Vincent, det är nämligen Vincent Price själv som läser dikten om pojken som vill vara precis som honom :)


(Ett annat sidospår som kan vara kul att veta om vad gäller Mr Price är att han även lånade ut sin röst till Michael Jacksons Thriller. Kolla in videon så kommer ni känna igen berättarrösten i cirka 05.30 in i klippet).

The Raven finns även i Simpsonsversion från en av Halloweenavsnitten. Dock kan jag inte visadet här, då jag bara hittade den på spanska och tyska på Youtube. Jag länkade istället till en audioversion, tills en engelsk dyker upp på tuben.

Poe verkar ha haft en förkärlek till det kvinnliga namnet Lenore. Det dyker, om jag inte missminner mig, upp i hela tre av hans verk. (Bland annat i The Raven).

Lenore av Edgar Allan Poe

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river -
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? -weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read -the funeral song be sung! -
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young -
A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her -that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read? -the requiem how be sung
By you -by yours, the evil eye, -by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride -
For her, the fair and debonnaire, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes -
The life still there, upon her hair -the death upon her eyes.

Avaunt! tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!
Let no bell toll! -lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.
To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven -
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven -
From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven.

Roman Dirge har inspirerats av Poe och gjort både en tecknad serie och små videos om Lenore the Cute Little Dead Girl som ni kan se lite av här. I detta klipp möter hon Ragamuffin - som kanske inte är den trevligaste varelsen att stöta på i en mörk gränd...eller mitt på gatan...

Jag avslutar denna blogg genom att dela med mig av Lenore och Ragamuffin :) KRAM!