Tickling your fancy...

Well it has been a few months now since I started blogging. It is a curious exercise, and tends to be where I deposit a lot of thoughts that will never make it into my PhD thesis or as a head clearing activity. It is also an activity done in the immediate present, where what you write is only really contextualized by that moment of time, but it is permanently (sort of) recorded on a blog.

The name of my blog is a reference to a line within a piece of poetry by Lewis Carroll. I thought I would reproduce it here for those interested.

All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide:
For both out oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict "to begin it" -
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
"There will be nonsense in it!"-
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast
And half believe it true

And ever as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
"The rest next time-" "It is next time!"
The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland.
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out
And now the tale is done,
And home home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,
And where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers
Pluck'd in a far-off land

The 'wells of fancy' I interpret to mean creative energy and imagination. I guess it is the force behind my writing, work and PhD thesis. It is interesting that I unconsciously chose a poem that revolves around three voices or people, when my life has been repeatedly, suddenly and drastically influenced by three people. Don't you think? I also put up half a short story that I entered into a competition, where the central character is called Alice. I wrote the story before The Wells of Fancy was set up. The Wells of Fancy also has as it's motif a mockturtle, which I felt was appropriate to my personality and state of mind when I set up the blog. I might try and get a better image of the mockturtle done sometime soon. The mockturtle is also in a way a creature that has been wrongly assembled, a little like an Invunche (a boy child torn apart by witches, stitched back together facing the wrong way) that I later wrote about. More recently I embedded a YouTube video called 'Rabbit'. This would seem to be my unconscious reference to Lewis Carroll's infamous white rabbit, who is very late for an important date. Perhaps time is be weighing upon my mind a little, due to the thesis due date?

So has anyone else experienced the phenomena where they later noticed that their unconscious or subconscious greatly influenced what they posted on their blog?