What do you get when you cross a homeschool mom with young children with a music geek?
There’s probably a pretty pithy answer to that… but given that I tend to the magniloquent, I’ll go the route of illumination.
Every mom has warbled countless renditions of the old standard, “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” The English poets Ann and Jane Taylor created the words we all know, and set them to the French tune “Ah! vous dirai-je, Maman” back in 1906.
And that was after Mozart beat the poor theme to death in 1782, with his Twelve Variations, which are well-known if not well-beloved by all of us serious piano geeks.
To lighten my mood in the Hour of Packing, Mr. Caffeinated has introduced me to yet another variation upon the theme:
The yuppie version of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”.
“Scintillate, scintillate, globule orific
How I conjecture your nature specific
Way above in the ethereal stratosphere
Like a giant gem carbonaceous.
When torrid Phoebus refuses his presence
And ceases to lamp with fierce incandescence
Then you illumine the regions supernal
Scintillate, scintillate, semper nocturnal.
Then the victim of hospiceless peregrination
Gratefully hails your minute coruscation
He could not determine his journey’s direction
But for your bright scintillating protection.”
— Gyles Brandreth, “The Joy of Lex”
I had to go look up the original lyrics – so, for your delectation and translation, they are thusly:
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.”
I didn’t have a lovely star photo to end with, but I will share this view of the moon that I so enjoyed over a vineyard last summer. (Because, you know, every blog must have the obligatory photograph.)