It’s time again for another episode of Shagbottom Theater!
January is a bleak month, though it marks the start of a fresh new year. I’ve always found it to be a time of quiet, if not outright boredom. Although February can be utterly bitter, it boasts a warm holiday, and the hope of coming spring at the end of its few days.
In this clip from the latest by Shagbottom Theater, we find
Fionnagáin quoting a dark and dreamy poem by William Blake. Our lad seems to be a fan of the classics! What next?
The Chimney Sweeper: A little black thing among the snow
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying “weep! ‘weep!” in notes of woe!
“Where are thy father and mother? say?”
“They are both gone up to the church to pray.
Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smil’d among the winter’s snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery.”