Alice in process…

Instead of the question “Who is Alice?” there are now paths leading to what Alice might come to be…

5 Jan 2017

Alice, Bewildered

"Deep in the wood where things escape their names,
Her childish arm draped round the fawn’s soft neck
(Her diffidence, its skittishness in check,
Merged in the anonymity that tames),
She knits her brow, but nothing now reclaims
The syllables that meant herself. Ah well,
She need not answer to the grown-up beck
And call, the rote-learned lessons, scolds and blames
 Of girlhood, sentences to parse and gloss;
She’s un-twinned from the likeness in the glass.
Yet in the dark ellipsis she can tell,
She’s certain, that her name begins with “L”—
Liza, Lacie? Alias, alas, A lass alike alone and at a loss."

A. E. Stallings

source: VQR 

"Neil Gaiman's Twitter brought to our attention this poem about Alice in the wood where things have no names." LCSNA's facebook

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