{"id":8223,"date":"2012-05-12T18:30:19","date_gmt":"2012-05-12T23:30:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=8223"},"modified":"2012-05-12T18:37:16","modified_gmt":"2012-05-12T23:37:16","slug":"by-the-light-of-the-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=8223","title":{"rendered":"By the light of the moon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I was a very small child there was an ad on TV, I was far to young to know what it was for, that featured a young mother reading aloud to her child.  Her voice was beautiful and haunting, and these were the words she said:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nThey dined on mince, and slices of quince<br \/>\nWhich they ate with a runcible spoon;<br \/>\nAnd hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,<br \/>\nThey danced by the light of the moon,<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The moon,<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The moon,<br \/>\nThey danced by the light of the moon.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I did not know the meanings of all the words, but I loved the sound of &#8216;mince&#8217;, and of &#8216;slices of quince&#8217;, and I long pondered the great mystery of how a spoon could be runcible.  It was clear, whoever these dancing people were, that they were very happy.<\/p>\n<p>It would be quite a few years before I learned that &#8220;they&#8221; were an owl and a pussycat very much in love, and that I was hearing the work of Edward Lear, born 200 years ago today.<\/p>\n<p>The feeling I had as a small child hearing these magical words, learning that there can be deep and powerful meaning even in the <i>sound<\/i> of things, has never left me.  I suspect it contributed to my love of poetry, and perhaps even a bit to my love of the moon.  I also suspect that the work of Edward Lear has had a similarly profound and lovely effect on the minds and souls of children for many generations.<\/p>\n<p>Happy birthday Mr. Lear, and thank you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was a very small child there was an ad on TV, I was far to young to know what it was for, that featured a young mother reading aloud to her child. Her voice was beautiful and haunting, and these were the words she said: They dined on mince, and slices of quince &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=8223\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;By the light of the moon&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8223"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8223"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8223\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8230,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8223\/revisions\/8230"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8223"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8223"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8223"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}