Dodie Smith Look Back with Gratitude
Enid Blyton’s An animal lover’s Book
Robert Frost Afield at Dusk
Lewis Carroll (1832 -1898) Twinkle Twinkle
Ogden Nash – The Bat
T S Eliot- The Wasteland
WB Yeats – To Some-one I Have Talked with by the Fire
DH Lawrence – The Bat
Lewis Carroll – Dinah
RS Thomas – In a Country Church
RS Thomas – In Church
WB Yeats The Phases of the Moon
Taniguchi Buson (1717-1784)Haiku
Calvin and Hobbes
The Wizard of Id
Dodie Smith “Look back with gratitude”. This is her 4th book of autobiography. Thanks to Gerladine for finding this.
“One of my last memories of the Litvak house is of waking in the very early morning to find a bat asleep on the pillow beside my head. I almost panicked! Did not bats get into one’s hair, were they not covered with vermin? Then I controlled myself and decided that, for the first time in my life, I had the chance to take a good look at a bat. I found it beautiful, fairy-like – perhaps more witch-like, but I had long been attracted by witches. Still, I couldn’t go to sleep with it beside me. I slid out of my bed quietly, covered it with a handkerchief, then slipped my hand under bat and handkerchief and carried them to the door onto the roof-top accessible from my room. It felt nice to hold, quite dry and faintly warm.
I found it a sheltered place, put it down and removed the handkerchief. It stirred and folded its wings, looking mouse-like. Then it crawled into a crevice. For a while I sat on the parapet of the roof-top, looking at the sea; the sun was already up but the lights of Santa Monica were still twinkling. I felt fond of my bat and sorry to be leaving that very pleasant house.” ________________________________________________________________
Read an extract 2012-7 Enid Blyton
I dream upon the opposing lights of the hour,
Preventing shadow until the moon prevail;
I dream upon the night-hawks peopling heaven,
Each circling each with vague unearthly cry,
Or plunging headlong with fierce twang afar;
And on the bat’s mute antics, who would seem
Dimly to have made out my secret place,
Only to lose it when he pirouettes,
Lewis Carroll (1832 -1898) Twinkle twinkle little bat, how I wonder what you’re at, Up above the world you fly like tea tray in the sky” This is recited by The Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland and is a parody of the nursery rhyme “Twinkle twinkle little star”
A new book of bat related poems has been published, with all the profits from it going to the Bat Conservation Trust.ts called ” On a Bats Wing “Edited by Michael Baron ISBN: 978-1-905512-27-0 £7.99. You can order it from this website
Myself, I rather like the bat.
It’s not a mouse, it’s not a rat.
It has no feathers, yet has wings
It’s quite inaudible when it sings,
It zig zags through the evening air
And never lands on ladies’ hair,
A fact of which men spend their lives
Attempting to convince their wives
Francis Bacon (1561-1626) “Suspicions amongst thoughts are like bats amongst bids, they ever fly by night” top
TS Elliot The Wasteland “A woman drew her long black hair tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled and beat their wing
And crawled head downwards down a blackened wall”
WB Yeats 1865-1939 To Some-one I Have Talked with by the Fire” While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes
My heart would brim with dreams about the times
When we bent down above the fading coals
And talked of the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in dead trees.”
DH Lawrence really doesn’t like bats much..
The Bat Pipistrello Black piper on an infinitesimal pipe
Little lumps that fly in the air and have voices indefinite,
Wings like bits of umbrella
Bats! Creatures that hang themselves up like and old rag to sleep
And disgustingly upside down
Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting rags and grinning in their sleep. click here for whole poem
Lewis Carroll Alice in Wonderland Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a bat, ….., `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?’ and sometimes, `Do bats eat cats?’ for, you see, as she couldn’t answer either question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it.
Ossy Osborne “I bit the head off a live bat the other night. It was like eating a Crunchie wrapped in chamois leather”
Extract from “The Phases of the Moon” W. B. Yeats” And then he laughed to think that what seemed hard Should be so simple – a bat rose from the hazels And circled round him with its squeaky cry,”
The welsh poet RS Thomas wrote at least two poems which featured bats. He if often called “the poet of the hidden god’ and poem after poem finds him kneeling in a church waiting for god who, unlike the bats, refuses to appear.
” To one kneeling no word came
Only the wind’s song
Or the dry whispers of unseen wings
Bats not angels in the high roof”
RS Thomas 1913-2000 “In Church” Often I try
To analyse the quality
Of its silences
Is this where God hides
From my searching?
I have stopped to listen
, After the few people have gone,
To the air recomposing itself For vigil.
It has waited like this
Since the stones grouped themselves about it.
These are the hard ribs
Of a body that our prayers have failed to animate.
From their corners to take possession
Of places the light held
For an hour. The bats resume
The uneasiness of the pews
There is no other sound
In the darkness but the sound of a man
Breathing, testing his faith
On emptiness, nailing his questions
One by one to an untenanted cross.”
A haiku for the summer Hiroshige “Men chasing bats” (detail)
Taniguchi Buson (1717-1784) “Darting here and there the bat is exploring the moonlit plum”
Mark Twain A bat is beautifully soft and silky; I do not know any creature that is pleasanter to the touch or is more grateful of caressings, if offered in the right spirit.” from Mark Twain’s autobiography Mark Twain’s description of a terrifying encounter with bats in the climax of “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer”, when Tom and Becky get lost in a cave which is home to bats. “Under the roof vast knots of bats had packed themselves together, thousands in a bunch; the lights disturbed the creatures and they came flocking down by hundreds, squeaking and darting furiously at the candles. Tom knew their ways and the danger of this sort of conduct. He seized Becky’s hand and hurried her into the first corridor that offered; and none too soon, for a bat struck Becky’s light out with its wing while she was passing out of the cavern. The bats chased the children a good distance; but the fugitives plunged into every new passage that offered, and at last got rid of the perilous thing” A bit harsh you might think – and he would agree with you. “A bat is beautifully soft and silky; I do not know any creature that is pleasanter to the touch or is more grateful for caressing, if offered in the right spirit.” “I know all about these Chiroptera (sic), because our great cave, three miles below Hannibal, was multitudinously stocked with them, and often I brought them home to amuse my mother with. It was easy to manage if it was a school day, because then I had ostensibly been to school and hadn’t any bats. She was not a suspicious person, but full of trust and confidence; and when I said, “There’s something in my coat pocket for you,” she would put her hand in. But she always took it out again, herself; I didn’t have to tell her. It was remarkable, the way she couldn’t learn to like private bats. The more experience she had, the more she could not change her views.” “I think she was never in the cave in her life; but everybody else went there. Many excursion parties came from considerable distances up and down the river to visit the cave. It was miles in extent and was a tangled wilderness of narrow and lofty clefts and passages. It was an easy place to get lost in; anybody could do it–including the bats. I got lost in it myself, along with a lady, and our last candle burned down to almost nothing before we glimpsed the search party’s lights winding about in the distance. ” ‘Injun Joe’, the half-breed, got lost in there once, and would have starved to death if the bats had run short. But there was no chance of that; there were myriads of them. He told me all his story. In the book called Tom Sawyer I starved him entirely to death in the cave, but that was in the interest of art; it never happened.”
Calvin and Hobbes A wonderful series of cartoons about having to right a school report. More
Poor old wizard, things never do go as he plans. More wizard of Id Cartoons