Well, it’s turned into Mervyn Peake week around here, so why not finish it off with a Peake poem?
And let’s keep it fun, by skipping past the rough stuff in Peake’s Progress to “Aunts and Uncles.” Here is a great verse from that poem:
When Uncle Jake
Became a Snake
He never found it out;
And so as no one metions it
One sees him still about.
You can see an animated picture of Uncle Jake and read other poems at http://www.mervynpeake.org/nonsense.html
This picture, by the way, is of a book edited by Peter Winnington, who has spent the week trying to clue me in about Peake & Bleak House.
I cannot stress enough how amazing Mervyn Peake and how you really owe it to yourself to get “Titus Alone” and start reading. It is not exactly Kidlit, nor is it exactly fantasy, nor is it remotley like anything you’ve ever read before.
You will meet characters you will remember for the rest of your life. And it will all begin with Rottcodd, the duster of Bright Carvings and frequent napper…
“One humid afternoon a visitor did arrive to disturb Rottcodd as he lay deeply hammocked, for his siesta was broken sharply by a rattling of the door handle which was apparently performed in lieu of the more popular practice of knocking at the panels.”